The sword cut through the still air of the dormitory, stopping just a few inches from Tang Chuan's forehead.
The divine pressure froze his thoughts—his entire body trembled.
Yuan Longxuan knelt on one knee, his thighs shaking slightly from the strain, but his sharp gaze stayed locked on Tang Chuan.
"Tang Chuan," he said firmly, his tone calm yet commanding. "I won't comment on your reckless actions.
But from today onward, Xiao Wu and I will be your teachers for the next six years. I expect full cooperation."
Then his eyes shifted to Tang San, who stood nearby.
Unlike the arrogant God-King he remembered from his past life, this Tang San seemed much calmer and more respectful.
"I also hope," Yuan Longxuan continued, "that you won't resort to underhanded tricks again. If you do, I have the authority to expel you myself."
The power in his words made Tang San's heart tremble. He quickly bowed his head. "Yes, Teacher."
Tang Chuan watched in disbelief. He's actually making Tang San submit? Incredible!
Tang San, however, remained composed. Inwardly, he thought: When others are strong, I yield.
When I am strong, I strike without hesitation. It was a lesson in wisdom and survival.
Yuan Longxuan's show of power wasn't just strength.....it was discipline and strategy combined.
He established authority without chaos, teaching through action rather than violence.
Xiao Wu and Wu Ling watched quietly, feeling both respect and relief. Yuan Longxuan's strength wasn't for intimidation.....it was a promise of protection. Anyone who dared threaten their peace would face the consequences.
The dormitory, once filled with noise and fear, now settled into calm.
Yuan Longxuan had shown them who was truly in charge.....but more than that, he showed fairness. Power, wisdom, and care merged within him.
This was the start of something new. Yuan Longxuan, Xiao Wu, and Wu Ling would face the future together....with courage, intelligence, and strength.
The students learned an unforgettable truth that day: true power lies not only in the body, but also in the heart and mind.
And so, Yuan Longxuan's three guiding principles....strength, wisdom, and protection...became etched in everyone's memory.
After Yuan Longxuan left, Tang Chuan lay flat on the floor, still catching his breath. Around him, the part-time students cheered quietly. Seeing the arrogant Tang Chuan finally humbled was deeply satisfying.
But Tang Chuan's expression soon changed from fear to fury.
His face flushed red as he clenched his fists. "Xiao San, we're brothers! That man.....he humiliated me, and you just stood there!"
Tang San looked away. "Brother… I couldn't defeat him.
Besides, when I was beaten before, you didn't help me either."
Those words hit Tang Chuan like a slap. His past self's hypocrisy burned in his chest. Double standards! That's what I was… a complete hypocrite!
And yet, his anger now turned elsewhere—to the young man who had dared to deceive Xiao Wu.
His eyes darkened. "Anyone who dares touch Xiao Wu… except me… dies."
The thought filled him with cold determination.
One day, when he reached the rank of Grand Spirit Master, he swore to make even Dugu Bo kneel at his feet like a dog.
Then another thought struck him—the girl who looked just like Xiao Wu, the "second Xiao Wu." His expression twisted into a sly grin. Two Xiao Wus… double the happiness.
He looked at his younger self again, calm and composed, as if mocking him. Tang Chuan smirked.
"Fine. I'll use you as a stepping stone. Heh." Even as a reincarnated God King, he would claim every opportunity his past life had left behind.
That evening, on the second floor of the cafeteria, Tang San and Tang Chuan were invited by Yu Xiaogang for dinner.
The old teacher had saved up enough money to treat them properly.
But as they approached the stairs, a boy in fine clothes suddenly blocked their path.
"Get lost! This floor isn't for commoners like you!" he snapped.
Tang Chuan's blood boiled instantly. "What did you just say?"
Tang San frowned, whispering under his breath, "Wait… isn't that my line?"
The well-dressed boy sneered, "Try coming up here if you want to die!" His arrogance drew everyone's attention.
It was Xiao Chenyu again....the same spoiled brat from before. Despite being the city lord's son, he acted like he owned the academy.
The tallest of his followers stepped forward, raising his long staff. "Martial Staff.....attack!"
But Tang Chuan didn't panic. Even without spirit rings, he had the mind of a God King. Blue Silver Grass surged from the floor, weaving into a defensive net.
Tang San's own Blue Silver Grass joined in, forming a wall of vines that filled the staircase.
Just as the tension reached its peak, a sharp, feminine voice shouted from above:
"What do you think you're doing?!"
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