Chapter 65: Mu Xi and Ouyang Zixin

"Didn't Teacher Wu say that evil soul masters are all a bunch of lunatics? Even Shrek, the continent's number one academy, was once attacked by them."

"Getting ambushed on a soul train isn't impossible either. Better safe than sorry."

Xie Xie, however, waved his hand nonchalantly. "How could it be such a coincidence? What are the odds of us running into them?"

Seeing that Tang Wulin was about to say something else, Xie Xie quickly covered his mouth in a panic.

"Don't say another word! There might not be any evil soul masters now, but with your jinxed mouth, you'll definitely bring them here!"

As he rubbed the dark green fabric in his hands, a mischievous grin appeared on his lips.

He balled up a corner of the clothing, shaping it into a dark green hat with thick, wrinkled edges and a thin middle, then promptly plopped it onto Tang Wulin's head.

"Meowhahaha~"

Admiring his masterpiece, Xie Xie laughed like a cat.

"A green hat! It matches your green clothes perfectly. What a look!"

"Nice~"

However, his joy didn't last long.

Dang—

Gu Yue, with a cold expression, stood behind Xie Xie. She snatched the remaining half of the dark green clothing from his hands—the very half sewn with a Cloud Titanium-forged vest—and, in a flash, slammed it onto Xie Xie's head, producing a "pleasant sound."

At the same time, she delivered a verbal strike as well.

"If you ask me, a green hat suits you much better."

With the weight of the hat—crafted from thousand-refined Cloud Titanium alloy and further enhanced by Tang Wulin's craftsmanship—Xie Xie's head buzzed from the impact. His brain practically rattled inside his skull.

Enraged, Xie Xie shot up from his seat.

"Who?!"

"Who the hell?!"

"Do you even know who I—oh, it's Boss Gu Yue."

The moment he saw who it was, his anger deflated, leaving only frustration.

"Listen, Gu Yue, we've known each other for a while now, and we even became friends after fighting. Why are you always so nice to Wulin? When are you going to start treating us the same?"

To his dismay, Gu Yue simply shot him a look of disdain and answered matter-of-factly, "Simple. Because he's more handsome than you~"

Xie Xie was left speechless, but before he could retort, a new voice suddenly chimed in.

"I agree with Gu Yue on this. My junior brother is indeed much more handsome than you—by a long shot."

"You!" Mu Xi's support left Xie Xie feeling isolated and overwhelmed. With no choice but to swallow his frustration, he mumbled, "A real man doesn't argue with women," and left begrudgingly.

After all, he had just noticed Ouyang Zixin, the so-called "campus belle" of Eastsea Academy, approaching as well.

There was no need to think too hard—this beauty, who often trained with Tang Wulin in the mornings, would definitely take his side too.

With that realization, he promptly fled the scene.

Once they had successfully driven away the third wheel, the three girls and Tang Wulin gathered together.

Mu Xi's sharp tongue struck again. "Wulin, don't be silly. No matter how handsome you are, that green outfit still looks awful on you."

Compared to Mu Xi, nicknamed the "Flame Witch" in the academy, Ouyang Zixin was much more popular among the younger male students due to her warm and gentle personality.

"Hehe~"

"Tang Wulin looks good in anything. Handsome people can pull off anything~"

Reaching out with a delicate hand, she gently pinched Tang Wulin's slightly chubby cheek, making his face flush red.

Her soft giggle caused the young and inexperienced boy's heart to waver, his emotions stirring like a restless deer.

To those with experience, it was clear at a glance—his blushing said more than any love confession ever could.

Smack!

Just as Tang Wulin was basking in the warmth of his senior sister's touch, a slender hand suddenly intruded, forcefully slapping away the hand on his face.

"You don't need to tell him whether he looks good or not."

With a flick of her wrist, she grabbed hold of Tang Wulin and yanked him into the inner seat, taking the outer seat for herself. Now seated between him and the other two girls, she faced them head-on with an imposing aura, like a battle between dragons and tigers.

The entire scene of youthful rivalry was keenly observed by a group of hidden figures—evil soul masters lurking in the shadows.

"Senior Elder Yuwen, shall we make our move?"

"On this soul train, the only real threat is Wu Zhangkong. But he's just a six-ring Soul Emperor and a two-word Battle Armor Master at best."

"Leave him to me. I guarantee I can keep him occupied."

Just as the subordinate leaned forward in preparation, Yuwen Dali reached out and stopped him.

Yuwen Dali's thick brows furrowed deeply as he fixed his gaze on their target's location.

However, his focus had already shifted away from Mu Xi—the original target—and was now on the only male student among the three girls.

Logically speaking, a mere two-ring Soul Grandmaster shouldn't have been worth his attention.

But this two-ring Soul Grandmaster… made him feel something different.

An incomprehensible, yet undeniably real feeling.

He actually had the sensation that this young Soul Grandmaster could rip him apart with his bare hands!

Yuwen Dali couldn't help but wonder if he had gone insane. The very thought was utterly ridiculous!

He was a dignified elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, a Titled Douluo-level expert, and a three-word Battle Armor Master—how could he possibly feel fear from a mere child with two soul rings? What a disgrace!

As a strong believer in defying fate, he naturally dismissed the idea of destiny. The Holy Spirit Cult had rebelled against the heavens many times before.

The only reason he held back was because of the orders from the Beast God, Di Tian—there could be no risks, no unexpected variables.

If he handled this carelessly and jeopardized the mission, he might just become Di Tian's next "accidental casualty."

Completely restraining his subordinates, Yuwen Dali sternly transmitted a mental command:

"Without my order, no one is to act recklessly."

"There are too many people around. We'll wait until these students return to Eastsea Academy before making our move."

"A dark and windy night is the perfect time to strike."

Although the evil soul masters were discontent, they feared Yuwen Dali, the Holy Spirit Cult's leader in the eastern continent, far more.

After repeatedly affirming their understanding, they silently faded into the shadows and disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, Wu Zhangkong, seated at the front with the Eastsea Academy students, suddenly turned his head, his sword-like brows knitting together.

A cold chill ran down his spine.

A creeping sense of dread…

The last time he felt this way was when he encountered his lover Long Bing's father—an evil soul master of Hyper Douluo level.

Just as he activated his Purple Demon Eyes to scan the train car, two waves of soft, fragrant wind brushed against him from either side.

It was a pair of women dressed in matching purple outfits, their long violet hair cascading like silk, exuding an irresistible charm.

They were known as Eastsea Academy's most beautiful female teachers—the twin sisters, Ye Yingluo and Ye Yingrong.

"Teacher Wu, what's wrong?"

Their voices were perfectly synchronized. Their expressions, their reactions—everything about them mirrored each other to an uncanny degree, as if they had been sculpted from the same mold.

(End of Chapter)