"A long and arduous journey indeed."
Lin Xuan sheathed his sword, sneezed, and his soul power surged, dispelling the chill in his body.
This hastily created Grass-Character Sword Technique currently only has two moves.
The first move is to unleash nine sword energies. This move was created by combining his own soul power and spiritual power, and he could control the sword energies at will.
The sword energy itself wasn't particularly powerful, but its key feature was that it was like wild grass—unbreakable and indestructible. As long as Lin Xuan's will remained unbroken, the sword energy would not dissipate and could continuously regenerate.
The second move was to fuse the nine sword energies, unleashing an extremely sharp sword beam at the enemy—a powerful single-target attack.
It looked a bit pathetic now, but every beginning is difficult. He had taken the first step, and the rest was up to the system.
"Achoo~"
"This soul power is really useless; what cultivator would catch a cold?"
Lin Xuan sneezed, touched his nose, and complained. Then he turned and walked towards the dormitory, his figure gradually disappearing into the rain.
A few days later, the typhoon passed, and the boys and girls reappeared throughout the campus, making Donghai Academy lively again.
"Lu Jiajia! Hurry up! They're about to start!"
A slightly chubby girl urged the girl with the single ponytail who was lagging behind.
"I know! I know! It's just a competition, what's the big deal?" Lu Jiajia pouted, thinking it was a heavyweight event like Godzilla versus Angela.
"What do you know? Today is my idol's battle for enlightenment! His heroic figure wielding dual blades will surely conquer everyone. Ahhhhh, he's so cool!"
The slightly chubby girl almost trembled with excitement when she thought of that cold-faced boy.
Fighting her way up from the useless Class 5 to Class 1 was exhilarating.
"Alright! Let's go! Look how impatient you are, does Xie Xie even know you?"
Lu Jiajia followed her friend speechlessly, and when they arrived at the competition venue, it was already packed with people.
This was a highly anticipated match, pitting the universally acknowledged "useless" Class 5 against the "genius" Class 1, hailed by teachers as the strongest class in the school's history.
The weakest Class 5 versus the strongest Class 1!
Would Class 5 pull off a stunning comeback, or would Class 1 uphold its reputation as a genius? The anticipation was palpable, with even some older students coming to watch.
"Class, please be quiet," said Dean Long Hengxu as he stepped onto the stage. After the audience quieted down, he continued,
"Due to the typhoon, our first-year promotion tournament was postponed. Today's match is the first-year final, with Class 5 facing off against Class 1."
Long Hengxu's expression was complicated. Some had already begun questioning his class assignments, as Class 5 was practically dominating the first grade.
He could only hope that Class 1 could defeat Class 5 and secure his job.
"Teacher Wu, how many students from Class 5 will be playing today?"
Long Hengxu asked Wu Changkong beside him, his eyes filled with respect.
This was a six-ring Soul Emperor, and the brilliance of his sword strike a few days ago had completely dispelled all his previous resentment towards Wu Changkong.
"We'll send three!"
Wu Changkong said expressionlessly. He had originally thought only two would fight, but Tang Wulin, who had taken leave, had unexpectedly returned early today.
"Class One, please also send three."
Long Hengxu said to Ye Yingluo, the class teacher of Class One. As the stronger side on paper, Class One could only send one team based on the number of participants from Class Five.
"Okay!"
Ye Yingluo nodded, then looked at the students of Class One behind her and slowly spoke.
"Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng, you three go! You must teach them a lesson and show the spirit of Class One!"
"Do you have confidence?!"
Ye Yingluo shouted loudly. This battle was not only related to this year's prize money, but also her chance to prove herself to Wu Changkong.
"Yes! We will definitely defeat them!"
Zhang Yangzi and the other two stepped forward and roared in unison.
"Alright! Go on stage."
Ye Yingluo nodded in satisfaction, it was just a pity Lin Xuan wasn't there, otherwise her chances would be even better.
The strongest in her class had always been this plant-type soul master!
"Wait, teacher, can I go on stage?"
Just as Zhang Yangzi and the other two were about to go on stage, a resolute voice rang out.
Ye Yingluo looked in the direction of the voice and saw the crowd behind her part to make way for a cheerful young man in a white t-shirt walking over.
"Lin Xuan! You're back."
A smile bloomed on Ye Yingluo's face, this time it was all settled!
But the students below, unaware of the situation, began to advise Lin Xuan to prioritize the bigger picture.
"Lin Xuan, let the three of them go."
"Yeah! You haven't been to school for a long time, and you haven't been cooperating with them. If we lose the promotion tournament, our treatment will be much worse."
The class order wasn't just a title; from largest to smallest, the smaller the class number, the different resources and treatment the school provided.
Lin Xuan ignored the advice of his classmates and instead focused his attention on their homeroom teacher, Ye Yingluo.
He trusted that Ye Yingluo would make the right choice.
"Xiao Feng, you come down, let Lin Xuan go up instead,"
Ye Yingluo said. Judging from Lin Xuan's behavior when he asked her for leave a few months ago, Lin Xuan was undoubtedly a speed-attack type Soul Master, overlapping with Wei Xiaofeng's role among the three.
"They really switched!"
The students in Class One whispered among themselves upon hearing Ye Yingluo's words, some incredulous.
Wei Xiaofeng and Zhang Yangzi were childhood friends, and the trio would definitely have a synergy. Even if Lin Xuan was stronger than Wei Xiaofeng, it didn't necessarily mean he was the better choice.
But what was even more unexpected was Wei Xiaofeng's reaction.
"Okay! Then I won't go up and embarrass myself. Lin Xuan, remember to teach that guy who wields two fruit knives a lesson for me."
Wei Xiaofeng shrugged and stepped down nonchalantly. He even gave Lin Xuan a small task with a smile.
He'd been annoyed with that cold-faced kid for a long time. He had twin martial souls, yet his soul power was lower than theirs, and most importantly, he was even more pretentious than him!
As for being replaced, Wei Xiaofeng didn't care; Lin Xuan was indeed far superior.
"No problem! I promise to take good care of you."
Lin Xuan nodded. They were roommates, having lived together for almost half a year. The expected argument wouldn't happen.
"Please, Class One participants, come up!"
Long Hengxu's voice rang out again, urging the group.
"Let's go up!"
Lin Xuan said to Zhang Yangzi and the other, then stepped onto the stage first.
"Hey! Why did you replace that snake spirit? Who's going to make up for the lack of impact I felt?"
Xie Xie casually twirled his twin blades, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
Wei Xiaofeng had come to show off in front of them a few days ago and wanted to run away; there was no way he'd get away with it so easily.
"His uncle is here, please forgive him."
Lin Xuan casually made up an excuse. Wei Xiaofeng's face darkened slightly upon hearing this. Uncle, my foot!
Xie Xie: ...
"Then I won't interfere. You'll have to pay back what he owes."
Xie Xie said arrogantly, his nostrils flaring. He was just a two-ring Great Soul Master, and now he was too. With his twin martial souls, he was confident he wouldn't lose to anyone of the same level.
"I'm always ready!"
Lin Xuan smiled faintly. This kid really deserves a beating!
Tang Wulin looked at Xie Xie, who was spouting nonsense, and a black line appeared on his forehead. This guy really liked to talk big; he'd get a beating sooner or later.
He looked solemnly at Lin Xuan, his fighting spirit blazing. He was no longer the Tang Wulin he used to be; most importantly, his cheat code was now active.
This feeling was incredibly refreshing!
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