Morning sun filtered through the old academy windows as Tang San neatly arranged his scrolls. Tang Yan? Still upside-down on his bed, one leg hanging, the other bouncing in time with the System's unwanted wake-up call.
System:"Host. Wake up. Time to traumatize arrogant nobles and charm teachers. Priorities."
Tianmeng Bug:"Or sleep another hour and awaken as the legendary Procrastinator Sage."
Tang Yan groaned. "Just five more insults... I mean, minutes."
Martial Soul Theory Class: Chaos Begins
Their first class in Nuoding Academy began. The instructor stood stiffly behind the podium, glancing at his notes before speaking with clear disdain.
"Introduce yourselves. Name, Martial Soul, Soul Power level, and first ring."
Tang San rose and calmly answered, "Tang San. Blue Silver Grass. Level 12. 420-year soul ring."
Tang Yan stood lazily and waved. "Tang Yan. Blue Gold Warlord Trident. Same stats. Just flashier."
The classroom fell into stunned silence. Most students had barely awakened their souls. A 420-year ring at level 12? Impossible.
"Do you think we're fools?" a noble scoffed.
Tang Yan didn't flinch. "No. But you're making it really easy to prove you are."
System:"Murder by vocabulary detected. Host is armed with sarcasm."
Tianmeng Bug:"My ring blessings built legends. You're welcome."
The instructor, too shocked to argue, awkwardly coughed. "Let's… move on."
Lunch — Nobles and Their Mouths
At the cafeteria, a noble shoved a younger commoner, knocking over his meal.
"Trash should eat from the floor," the noble sneered.
Tang Yan appeared instantly, holding the noble by the collar and tilting him until his feet barely touched the ground.
"I wonder," Tang Yan smiled, "can your teeth withstand repeated floor impact?"
Tianmeng:"Host activated Oppressor Control Protocol. Confirmed: bullying deleted."
Tang San stood nearby, prepared but proud. Xiao Wu hopped over, snacking on a carrot stick.
"Not bad," she said, smirking. "Though I'd have kicked him further."
Sparring Practice — Control and Chaos
In afternoon practice, each student was assigned a noble opponent.
Tang San moved like water—calm, precise. He used Verdant Pulse Vein to wrap, root, and disable his opponent with minimal effort.
Tang Yan, on the other hand, flicked his Trident like a baton and sent his opponent sailing into a nearby shrub.
"I call it: Bush Burial Art."
System:"He really needs a naming coach."
Tianmeng:"Artistic violence, 10/10."
Then came Xiao Wu.
She sprinted, flipped, then slipped and faceplanted.
Everyone blinked.
"It was a tactical dive," she muttered.
Tang San walked up and, without a word, grabbed her ears and dragged her away.
"Let go, let go! I'm a delicate bunny!"
System:"World Record: Most Ears Pulled by One Dorm Room."
Master and Student — The Quiet Approach
That evening, Yu Xiaogang approached Tang San again.
"Your soul power and control… it's not Blue Silver Grass alone. I know it."
Tang San met his gaze calmly.
"You're observant. But you also know boundaries. If you want to guide me, don't cross mine."
Yu Xiaogang nodded slowly. "I promise."
From the side window, Tang Yan called out, "Brother! Help! I think my dinner is plotting against me!"
System:"Chef has summoned a soul beast into the stew. Confirmed."
Tang San sighed and excused himself.
Dorm Room Talk — Soul Secrets and Rabbit Sulking
Later, Tang Yan lay stretched across the beds again, humming.
"Thanks to our good friend Tianmeng Bug, our first rings are monsters."
Tianmeng:"You're welcome. Best babysitter spirit ever."
Xiao Wu sulked in her bed, ears still red. Tang San offered her candy.
"It's not fair," she muttered. "I lost and got ear-grabbed!"
"That's what you get for kicking first and thinking later," Tang Yan smirked.
She rolled over. Tang San blushed.
System:"Romance level: blushing. Ear control level: max."
Elsewhere — The Watchers Speak Again
High above the academy, four powerful beings looked down from afar.
Gu Yuena: "She's loud, but she got to San. That's not easy."
Ah Yin: "He's usually ice. Around her? He's melted snow."
Bi Ji: "And Tang Yan's influence spreads like wildfire."
Tang Hao remained silent, then said, "Let the Master teach him. But only if he truly earns it."
The moon shone overhead, as fate moved another step forward.
End of Chapter 61