Chapter 21 Are you the Blue Silver Emperor? I think I am.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, then slowly raised his right hand, palm facing up, with soul power flowing.

A strange blue-purple light emerged from Tang Wulin's palm and quickly spread out. In the light, a Blue Silver Emperor vine snaked up, emitting waves of rich life energy.

"Blue Silver King?"

Du Weilun blurted out, with a hint of disappointment between his brows.

There is no doubt that Blue Silver Grass is a truly useless martial soul, with no soul power in general. And the Blue Silver King, which has been cultivated by Blue Silver Grass for ten thousand years, can only be said to be a high-level martial soul, with innate soul power generally at level six or seven, and average potential.

As for the legendary Blue Silver Emperor, it has not been seen for ten thousand years.

Perhaps this is the charm of mythology, making an ordinary super martial spirit so grand and majestic.

Tang Wulin himself didn't understand why the Blue Silver Emperor was more powerful than the Titan Giant Ape and the Angel of Justice. It was just that the name was more famous.

But the next second, Du Weilun denied himself.

A low dragon roar suddenly sounded, and on the surface of the Blue Silver Emperor vine, dark golden veins flowed like blood, climbing upwards, as if something had awakened.

A strong sense of oppression surged over him, and Du Weilun felt a tightness in his chest. He involuntarily released his martial soul as if in shock.

Under his shocked gaze, a deep purple soul ring that was three thousand years old rose up, noble yet not tacky, and wrapped around the Blue Silver Emperor vine on Tang Wulin's right hand. This scene gave Du Weilun a heavy blow.

It was pitch black behind him, then suddenly there was light and loud thunder.

"Tang Clan disciple, could it be that your martial spirit is the Blue Silver Emperor!?" Du Weilun reacted and exclaimed.

Tang Wulin heard this again, raised his head slightly, and said helplessly: "I think I am."

Du Weilun looked at the young man in front of him, took a deep breath, pushed up his square-framed glasses, turned to Bei Bei, and said, "Take him to get his level and identity information first. I'll go take care of some matters."

After saying that, he quickly pushed the door open and left.

Beibei and two other people were the only ones left in the huge office.

Bei Bei pursed her lips, looking ashamed, and said, "I'm sorry, Wu Lin, I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I'll go find him."

“It’s okay.” Tang Wulin concealed his disappointment, smiled brilliantly, and said, “I don’t blame Director Du Weilun. If I were in his position, I would also be suspicious of a guy with an enemy accent entering the academy.”

Although he said so, there was no doubt that Tang Wulin was extremely disappointed.

Can he be sentenced to death just for his accent?

This kind of discrimination really made Tang Wulin, who lived in the Federation era, feel at a loss. The reputation of Shrek Academy also quietly fell to the bottom.

But in fact, in the Federation era, soul masters living in big cities such as Shrek City, Tiandou City, Mingdu, etc. often discriminated against soul masters from small places. However, at that time, Tang Wulin had already become a fifth-level blacksmith and the class monitor of Shrek Academy, so he naturally did not feel oppressed.

Of course, none of this is as heartbreaking as what Du Weilun did. It is unheard of that the dean of studies took the lead in discrimination.

"okay!"

Tang Ya stood aside with her eyebrows raised, full of energy, and said in a stern voice: "Isn't Shrek always like this? Wu Lin and the others look down on you and don't trust you, but I, Tang Ya, believe in you!
let's go! "

Tang Ya angrily took Tang Wulin out of Du Weilun's office and walked towards the freshman orientation building, with Bei Bei following closely behind.

Soon, Tang Ya promptly completed the new student procedures for Tang Wulin.

Including Shrek Academy uniforms, student ID cards, dormitory keys, and a series of other miscellaneous items. "Hey, why is it that perverted old aunt Zhou Yi? Isn't she teaching third grade? Why was she assigned to teach freshmen?" Looking at the class assignments on the notice board, Tang Ya opened her mouth wide, her face full of disbelief.

Bei Bei also looked at Tang Wulin with a strange expression, as if to say, "You have finally gotten what you deserved."

"What's wrong with this teacher?"

Tang Wulin couldn't help but wonder.

Could it be that he had run into one of the weird teachers at Shrek Academy?
"Ah.

This teacher is a bit too strict, and the way he selects students is too rough. If he wasn't in Shrek, he would probably be hunted down and killed by some soul master family."

Beibei thought of the large number of children from noble families who were packed up and thrown out by Zhou Yi.

"Well, it sounds like he is a unique teacher." The image that emerged in Tang Wulin's mind was a volatile and taciturn man in white clothes and a blue sword, with ice and snow dancing in the sky.

"Don't worry!" Tang Ya patted Tang Wulin's back fiercely. "With your ability, Zhou Yi can't kick you out no matter what. Just don't be lazy in class."

Tang Wulin nodded, agreeing with Tang Ya's statement, "I am somewhat looking forward to this teacher Zhou Yi."

"Okay, Wulin, Xiaoya and I have a lot of things to do at the beginning of the school year." Beibei patted Tang Wulin's shoulder and said, "We'll be leaving first. If you have anything, come find me in the senior teaching building."

"It's not over yet. Come practice with us in the future. I want to become stronger and revitalize the Tang Sect!" Tang Ya waved the pink circle with high morale.

Tang Wulin smiled and agreed to everything.

Then he said goodbye to the two of them, crossed Poseidon Lake, and came to the dormitory building.

Tang Wulin stood in front of the dormitory building, looking up at this quaint building. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the building, casting mottled shadows. The fallen ginkgo leaves all over the ground added a quaint texture to the dormitory building, making people feel comfortable.

An old man was sitting in a rocking chair under a ginkgo tree, with white hair on his face, a hunched body, and a weak constitution, looking like he might die at any time.

However, Tang Wulin felt a warm power from him that illuminated people's hearts and made him feel particularly close.

The rocking chair was rocking back and forth. The old man had a relaxed expression on his face. His cloudy eyes were gazing at the freshmen in the distance with expectant looks on their faces. He seemed to be enjoying it all.

Tang Wulin subconsciously wanted to mobilize his mental power to check it out.

However, this action was immediately stopped by an invisible force. Tang Wulin only felt a roar in his mind, as if something was about to rush out.

His expression changed slightly and he quickly restrained his mental fluctuations.

He was secretly surprised that this old man, who looked ordinary, could easily block his mental detection.

Tang Wulin is in the Lingyuan realm!
An ordinary Titled Douluo only has this much mental power, but the seemingly ordinary old man in front of him easily blocked him.

Then what realm is his mental strength at, the Spirit Realm?
Super Douluo, or...Ultimate Douluo!

At this moment, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his cloudy eyes. He glanced at Tang Wulin, smiled slightly, and said, "Little guy, your mental power is very strong, but you still need to restrain yourself here."

Tang Wulin was shocked. He didn't expect that his actions were noticed by the old man.

The old man and the young man looked at each other. He wanted to bow and apologize, but suddenly, deep in the sea of ​​​​spirituality, a blood-red vertical pupil full of brutality and chaos quietly opened!

　Sorry, brother, I'm late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)