Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Donghai College.

This typhoon came too suddenly and too violently.

In just a few days, the entire city of Donghai seemed to be forced to a standstill. Street shops could not operate, schools suspended classes, traffic was paralyzed, and all departments of the administrative headquarters were overwhelmed with work.

The strong winds lasted for a whole week.

At its strongest, the wind howled like a wild beast over the city, uprooting trees lining the streets and damaging many buildings to varying degrees.

Thankfully, it's all over now.

In Donghai City after the typhoon, the air was exceptionally fresh, carrying the moist scent of rain. Sunlight returned to the earth, and a faint rainbow even appeared in the distant sky.

The sky was clear and blue.

But Xie Xie had no interest in appreciating the scenery at all.

He sat in the classroom, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, glancing down at his soul communication device every few minutes.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Xie Xie frowned, his voice barely concealing his anxiety.

"He hasn't responded to our calls yet. His communicator seems to be out of power; we can't get through to him anymore."

the reason is simple.

Tang Wulin has gone missing.

During the typhoon, Xie Xie, under Wu Changkong's guidance, diligently cultivated and finally made a breakthrough. The first thing he thought of after the breakthrough was to tell Tang Wulin the news.

However, Tang Wulin's soul communication could not be established.

More importantly, the academy has resumed classes today, but Tang Wulin has not shown up at all.

This is not normal.

Tang Wulin is not the kind of person who would skip class casually.

The promotion tournament will resume after school today.

They are about to face Class 1 of the first grade.

That terrifying opponent, known as the strongest freshman class in Donghai Academy's history.

Three two-ring Grand Soul Masters.

But at this very moment, Tang Wulin disappeared.

Tang Wulin, what on earth are you doing?

"Do you know where his studio is?" Gu Yue's brows were also furrowed, and there was obvious worry in her eyes. "How about we go find him at noon?"

Xie Xie smiled wryly and said, "I have no interest in forging, so how would I know where his workshop is?"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "The day before the typhoon, he specifically called to tell me he would stay at the studio. Logically, there shouldn't be any problems there. But why haven't we heard from him since? Has he forgotten the time?"

Gu Yue's face darkened.

"What do you know?"

Xie Xie was taken aback.

Gu Yue continued, "Go to the Blacksmith Association at noon. They might register the location of his workshop there."

For once, Xie Xie didn't argue with her and immediately nodded.

"That's a good idea. We'll go after school."

Tang Wulin still hadn't appeared by noon when school let out.

Xie Xie and Gu Yue asked Wu Changkong for leave, and then quickly left the academy, heading straight for the Forging Masters Association.

However, when the two of them came out of the association half an hour later, they both looked rather unwell.

The Blacksmiths Association's response was simple.

The workshop information of any registered blacksmith is confidential and cannot be disclosed casually unless they can produce special official proof.

Moreover, the information about Tang Wulin is classified at a higher level than that of ordinary blacksmiths.

"What do we do now?" Gu Yue looked at Xie Xie. "Go back and ask the dance teacher for official permission?"

Xie Xie smiled wryly, "It's too late. Those kinds of things aren't approved on a whim; there's always a process. Even if Teacher Wu were to handle it, it definitely wouldn't be done today."

His expression grew increasingly solemn.

"It looks like only the two of us will be able to play tonight's match."

He gritted his teeth as he said this.

"But Wu Lin isn't an unreliable person. Something must have happened to him, otherwise he would never have failed to come."

Gu Yue looked up at the clearing sky, but her brows remained furrowed.

"Let's go back first."

Her voice was low, but firm.

"No matter what, we should ask the dance instructor to apply for permission first. The safety of Wu Lin is more important than the competition."

"Um."

……

"Official permission?"

Wu Changkong looked at Xie Xie and Gu Yue in front of him, and his already cold face seemed to darken even more.

Tang Wulin has not come to class yet.

The blacksmiths' association couldn't get any results either.

This matter can clearly no longer be treated as a simple absence.

"Alright, you can go back to class now," Wu Changkong said coldly. "I understand."

Xie Xie hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Teacher, what about tonight's match...?"

Wu Changkong glanced at him.

"Just the two of you."

"Yes."

Xie Xie and Gu Yue returned to their class, both preoccupied with their own thoughts.

They are not afraid of two against three.

In fact, with their current strength, even without Tang Wulin, they might still be able to put up a fight.

But that's not a matter of ability.

Over the past few months, the three of them have long since grown accustomed to each other's presence. With Tang Wulin standing in front, Xie Xie can confidently make his move, and Gu Yue can spread out her control without any worries.

Without Tang Wulin, it's like a well-worn net suddenly having its most stable knot pulled out.

The afternoon classes passed quickly.

Perhaps because the typhoon had been weighing on them for a whole week, the playground was already packed with students right after school let out today. Even many teachers were there, waiting to watch the first graders' final promotion match.

This match is no longer just a matter between Class 5 and Class 1.

On one side is a dark horse team that fought its way up from the bottom of the class.

On the other side is Class One, hailed as the strongest freshman class in a century.

Such a showdown is enough to interest the entire intermediate division.

"Have you heard? This year's promotion tournament is really strange. Class 5 of the first year, which was at the bottom, actually won three games in a row. Maybe they can really pull off an upset."

"What are you thinking? Do you know how strong Class One is? It's not called the strongest freshman class in a hundred years for nothing. Three two-ring Soul Masters! Freshmen! Have you ever seen three two-ring Soul Masters in a freshman year?"

"But those three from Class 5 aren't weak either."

"Even if they're not weak, they're still only at the first ring. A single missing spirit ring means a missing spirit skill, not to mention the difference in spirit power. There's no chance. I'm more interested in seeing how far this Class One can go. I heard the second-year classes are starting to get nervous."

The students were discussing it animatedly.

The teachers also gathered on the sidelines.

Kong Hanwen, the homeroom teacher of Class 4, Grade 1, glanced at the crowd from time to time, a cold smile on his face.

Ye Yingrong noticed his expression and couldn't help but ask, "Teacher Kong, what are you looking for?"

Kong Hanwen snorted.

"Find Wu Changkong."

When he mentioned the name, his tone clearly carried a hint of displeasure.

"Isn't he always so arrogant? I'd like to see what his students will do to beat Class 1 today."

Kong Hanwen had been holding back a lot of anger.

After Class 4 lost to Class 5, it meant that after the promotion tournament, his class would be at the bottom of the first grade. Such a result would be no small stain on the homeroom teacher's evaluation.

Ye Yingrong sighed softly.

"Class One is really too strong this year. Let alone the first-year students, I think even the second-year classes would have a hard time suppressing them. Class One in the second year only has two students who have just broken through to the second ring. With a class like this, I'm afraid they can really beat the third-year students."

Kong Hanwen sneered and remained silent.

Today, he wanted to see with his own eyes whether, after Wu Changkong's student lost, that so-called aloof male god could still maintain that attitude of never taking anyone seriously.

"They're here," Ye Yingrong suddenly whispered.

Kong Hanwen followed her gaze.

We've arrived at Class 5, Grade 1.

Wu Changkong still walked at the front, dressed in white as snow, with a cold expression, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

Behind him were the students from Class 5 of the first grade.

Xie Xie and Gu Yue walked at the front.

However, Kong Hanwen soon realized something was wrong.

The handsome boy named Tang Wulin is not here.

One of the three members in Class 5 is missing.

A hint of surprise flashed across Kong Hanwen's eyes, followed by a deeper sneer.

One less?

Then there's even less suspense.

Just as Wu Changkong led Class 5 to the outer edge of the competition stage, a commotion suddenly broke out on the other side.

The students consciously moved aside, making way for a passage.

Leading the way was a female teacher in her late twenties.

She bore at least a 60% resemblance to Ye Yingrong, but was even more beautiful. Her features were delicate, and she had a slender figure, but her eyes held a pride and sharpness that Ye Yingrong lacked.

She is Ye Yingluo, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, Grade 1.

Following behind her were the students from Class 1, Grade 1.

Leading the way were three male trainees.

The person on the left is Wei Xiaofeng, who had previously clashed with Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

He still wore that unsettling smile, and when his eyes swept over Class 5, he made no attempt to hide his contempt.

The boy in the middle was tall and noticeably stronger than his peers. Unlike Wei Xiaofeng's outward brilliance, he appeared much more composed, with a steady gait and a relatively expressionless face, yet he possessed a maturity rarely seen in his age.

On the right is an extremely thin boy.

He was so thin he looked like nothing but skin and bones, his school uniform hanging loosely on him. His eyes were cold and sinister, and his whole being seemed shrouded in a dark aura. Because of this, even though there were other students from his class following behind him, none of them dared to get too close to him.

The two sides stood on opposite sides of the playing platform.

The murmurs in the air gradually subsided.

Everyone knew that the real showdown among the first-year students was about to begin.

Ye Yingrong quickly walked to the female teacher's side and whispered:

"sister."