Yu Xiaogang ignored the gatekeeper and instead fixed his gaze on Tang San and the others with a profound expression.
"Show me your martial spirits."
Upon hearing the Yu Xiaogang's words, Tang Chuan was the first to obediently step forward and hand his certificate to Yu Xiaogang without a word.
Seeing the boy's respectful demeanor, Yu Xiaogang felt a flicker of pride in his heart.
But when he saw the boy's martial spirit—Blue Silver Grass with full innate soul power—a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes. Tang San then handed over his own martial spirit certificate as well.
'Hmm? Two Blue Silver Grass Spirit master with full innate soul power?'
Yu Xiaogang carefully examined the Spirit Hall's seal on the certificates. After confirming their authenticity, he let out a long, exhilarated sigh.
The gatekeeper, repulsed by the foul stench from Yu Xiaogang's breath, fled without a second glance.
Tang San frowned slightly at the unpleasant odor.
As for the God King Tang San—yes, that very same smell! He hadn't encountered it in tens of thousands of years! And yet, it remained as potent as ever!
"Come with me. As long as I'm here, no one will dare lay a finger on either of you."
Yu Xiaogang spoke with his chest puffed out, his eyes brimming with excitement and pride.
As they ventured deeper into Nuoding Academy, Tang Chuan—just as he had in his past life—spoke up respectfully.
"Teacher, thank you."
His movements were impeccably formal, embodying the perfect image of a humble, eager disciple.
He knew exactly who his teacher was—the young Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a man who would one day have a Soul Saint-level wife.
These connections were valuable. He needed to make the most of them.
"Teacher? I'm not a teacher at this academy."
The Yu Xiaogang glanced down at Tang Chuan, his tone dripping with pride.
"Not a teacher? But you just—"
(Classic dialogue—no extra words needed. If you're curious, revisit the original work by Third Young Yu Xiaogang!)
"Disciple Tang Chuan greets the teacher!"
"Disciple Tang San greets the teacher!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just as the two kowtowed, Fu Ye arrived with Xiao Wu in tow—witnessing this historic moment.
Observing Tang San's dutiful expression and the reincarnated God King Tang San, a faint smile played on Fu Ye's lips.
[Tang San]
[Age: 6 years old]
[Soul Power: Level 10]
[Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer]
[Tang Chuan (Reincarnated God King Tang San)]
[Age: 6 years old]
[Soul Power: Level 10]
[Martial Spirit: Blue Silver King]
Fu Ye was slightly surprised by the information displayed. 'So, he changed his name to Tang Chuan this time?'
But it didn't matter. As long as Fu Ye knew this was the reincarnated God King Tang San, that was enough.
Xiao Wu, meanwhile, stared curiously at the two boys—who looked similar but rather plain—kowtowing to a fat, old man.
"Brother Fu Ye, what are they doing?" she asked, utterly baffled.
Fu Ye shrugged. "No idea, but it looks amusing."
He doubted Yu Xiaogang would recognize him now. After all, Fu Ye's appearance had reached perfection—and nearly two decades had passed.
Even if he introduced himself by his real name, Yu Xiaogang would probably dismiss it as coincidence.
Yu Xiaogang, still basking in joy, suddenly snapped his attention toward the newcomers upon hearing their voices.
The sight that greeted him ignited instant jealousy.
"Who are you? What are you doing in Nuoding Academy?"
His tone reeked of arrogance—after all, he was Dean Flender's favorite! And Fanos was a high-level soul master!
In his eyes, these two were just pretty nobles—nothing more than weaklings who couldn't withstand a single strike.
"Brother Fu Ye, this man is so rude—and he stinks!"
Xiao Wu pinched her nose and buried her face in Fu Ye's chest.
Tang San and Tang Chuan turned at the same time, their gazes landing on Fu Ye and Xiao Wu.
Tang San showed little reaction—merely a flicker of awe and envy at the sight of the handsome man and beautiful girl.
But Tang Chuan?
Fear. Panic.
'Xiao Wu! And she's already in her mature form!'
'No… this can't be! Impossible!'
'Something's wrong! It has to be!'
'Maybe they just look alike… That must be it!'
His heart pounded violently, blood surging through his veins. His cheeks flushed an unnatural red.
"Xiao Wu and I are newly appointed teachers here. We oversee martial training for part-time students. And you are…? I don't recall seeing you on the faculty list."
Fu Ye's gaze was sharp. He hadn't actually checked the faculty roster—but he knew Yu Xiaogang wasn't an official instructor.
"I—"
Yu Xiaogang faltered. Anyone who could teach here was undoubtedly stronger than him.
"If you have nothing to say, then apologize to my sister."
But just then—
"Shh!"
Two steel needles shot through the air, aimed straight for Fu Ye and Xiao Wu's throats.
A killing move—executed in the blink of an eye.
"Ding! Ding!"
Yet before the needles could strike, they shattered into dust against an invisible barrier of energy radiating from Fu Ye's body.
It was Tang San's sneak attack!
But now, panic gripped him. His attack had been instantly nullified—and Fu Ye had crushed his needles with pure soul power alone!
'What kind of monstrous strength was this?!'
Fu Ye sighed.
"Ah…"
'Tang San was still Tang San—just not as composed as the God King version.'
But since the kid had tried to kill him, a lesson was in order.
"Crack!"
In an instant, Fu Ye appeared before Tang San—his hand clamping around the boy's throat with terrifying force.
"A child, yet so murderous? It seems I must teach you a harsh lesson."
His grip tightened.
Tang San's face turned purple, his life hanging by a thread.
Yu Xiaogang, seeing his disciple in peril, activated his martial spirit and lunged forward.
Fu Ye responded with a single whip kick, sending the Yu Xiaogang crashing into a ceiling beam—knocking him out cold.
"Thud!"
Tang San was hurled in a perfect arc, smashing into Yu Xiaogang's unconscious body.
Both now lay sprawled on the ground like lifeless dogs.
Fu Ye dusted off his hands—though not a speck of dirt had touched them.
"Brother Fu Ye, let me wipe them for you. They're filthy."
Xiao Wu, ever considerate, produced a small white handkerchief and began cleaning his palms.
Tang Chuan, meanwhile, could only watch in stunned silence.
As a God King, he understood one thing clearly: The man before him was far beyond his current ability to challenge.
Resistance was futile.
But more importantly—That girl's name was Xiao Wu!
His face burned crimson, yet in his heart, he prayed desperately.
Please… let this not be his Xiao Wu!
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