Chapter 142: Nowhere on the Continent Safer Than Douluo University!
Next step…?
Mo Zihong blinked. "What the hell do you mean, next step?"
As the Chief Instructor, Mo Zihong usually didn't have much to worry about—Ao Rui was already stationed as their safety guarantee. With a Super Douluo like him, there wasn't much for Mo Zihong to do.
But when Sima Jinchi's report came in, he froze.
Class One's mission had been carefully arranged after multiple discussions. Because of that monster—Qian Gu Zhangting—a normal trial simply wouldn't work.
Too easy, and it meant nothing. Too difficult, and it would be unfair to the rest of the class.
So they had chosen a balanced challenge—a ten-thousand-year soul beast with dragon blood, the Poison Miasma Jiao Dragon, as their first mission.
With Qian Gu Zhangting, a six-ring Soul Emperor with two-word battle armor whose power rivaled a Soul Douluo, and Le Zhengyu's Holy Angel martial soul, which perfectly countered poisons and miasma...
Add Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon bloodline, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's fusion technique, Xu Xiaoyan's absolute control—this elite team should be capable of victory.
Perhaps, after enduring hardship.
Realistically, they expected failure. After all, soul beasts with pure dragon blood were fearsome beyond measure. Losing would've been acceptable. The goal was to humble these overconfident geniuses—soft flowers raised in comfort.
And yet… they'd barely started the mission.
One day later, it was already over?!
He checked the date again—no, it wasn't April Fool's.
Almost immediately, other instructors in the group chat chimed in.
"Sima Jinchi, you didn't seriously cheat for your class, did you? Even with Qian Gu Zhangting, there's no way they could defeat a dragon-blooded ten-thousand-year beast!"
"Right? This doesn't make sense. Fine, maybe they could kill a regular ten-thousand-year beast—but that? In one day? Come on, you're kidding, right?"
Laughter filled the chat. Everyone thought Sima Jinchi was joking.
One day to complete a month-long assignment? Ridiculous.
Some classes hadn't even started their missions yet.
But Sima Jinchi didn't respond. He simply uploaded a video.
The feed began playing.
A golden light flared from Tang Wulin's body. From it emerged a small dragon—no longer than thirty centimeters—its scales a radiant violet-gold.
With a single strike, the tiny creature clashed head-on with the Poison Miasma Jiao Dragon—an opponent dozens of times its size.
Everyone watching expected the little dragon to shatter instantly.
Instead, their jaws dropped.
The massive dragon was the one sent flying!
Two more strikes followed—and the ten-thousand-year beast was torn apart on the spot.
The chat went dead silent.
"That… that wasn't a legacy soul spirit, was it?" someone muttered. "Sima Jinchi, didn't you confiscate all Spirit Transmission Orbs?"
No one could digest what they'd just seen.
If Qian Gu Zhangting had done it, that would've made sense—his clan raised three Ultimate Douluos. A prodigy like him might've reached such power.
Four Ultimates in one generation wasn't impossible.
But this?
Not Zhangting. Not Le Zhengyu. Not Jiang Chen.
The one who'd done it was the class's supposed weakest member—the so-called Little Godsmith, Tang Wulin.
What?!
Everyone knew Tang Wulin had inherited the Golden Dragon bloodline, but even so… this was outrageous.
He'd summoned a soul spirit strong enough to obliterate a dragon-type ten-thousand-year beast.
How was that even possible?
"Sima Jinchi," one instructor asked dryly, "could you have done that?"
Sima Jinchi paused. The question made him think.
Theoretically, yes. He wielded the Dragon-Slaying Blade, the nemesis of every dragon-blooded creature. If he attacked with full power, he could kill such a monster instantly.
But reality was different.
He couldn't have done what Tang Wulin did.
He had once asked his master, Di Tian, why despite possessing the Dragon-Slaying Blade, it always felt incomplete—like something was missing.
Di Tian had told him, "Because you haven't awakened yet."
Awakened… the Dragon-Slaying Blade itself?
Even Mo Zihong, reading the report, couldn't deny what he'd seen.
The video was real—and unmistakably recorded a genuine soul spirit, not a transferred legacy from an orb.
Moreover, that little violet-golden dragon was clearly one registered in the Spirit Transmission Tower's archives.
It had been cultivated personally by Vice Master Di Tian.
But no one knew how Tang Wulin of all people had obtained it.
And clearly, this was no mere coincidence.
According to the Federation's research, Tang Wulin's bloodline could subtly influence and refine other dragon-blooded spirits—triggering beneficial evolution.
The one side effect was that those influenced by him became psychologically incapable of hostility toward him.
To the Federation, that wasn't a flaw—it was a blessing.
Because Tang Wulin wasn't just any student.
He was a federal-born, direct-line protégé.
The forging world of the Federation was divided into three main factions:
One led by the Clear Sky Sect, aligned closely with the Federation.
Another under Shrek Academy and Tang Sect, representing the continent's largest forging power, led by Shrek's Forgers Association chairman, Feng Wuyu.
And the third—the Federation's own direct faction—led by Duan Xuan, the mentor of Mu Chen, who himself was the master of Tang Wulin.
Wulin, as Mu Chen's personal disciple, was pure Federation bloodline—a symbol of legitimacy.
And as a "Little Godsmith," he was invaluable. The Federation would never risk alienating him.
Even his parents had already been granted permanent residence within Douluo University's family quarters.
Douluo University was the Federation's top-secret project, consuming massive national resources and halting multiple research divisions to concentrate power there.
Its purpose: to surpass Shrek Academy and become the continent's number one institution.
That was the combined will of the Federation and the Spirit Transmission Tower.
Its president was an Ultimate Douluo.
The University even housed the Federation's last God-Slaying Weapon—the Level 12 Fixed Soul Cannon.
The most advanced mecha divisions and cosmic fleet control systems were also stationed here, placed directly under the university's authority.
To call it a school was generous—it was practically a military fortress.
Even an Ultimate Douluo would kneel before the combined might housed here.
With the War God Temple and Spirit Transmission Tower both residing within Douluo City, the conclusion was clear:
There was no place on the Douluo Continent safer than Douluo University.
After analyzing the data, Mo Zihong composed his report.
Though he held the title of Chief Instructor, even he had superiors to answer to.
"Let's bring this up for a full review," he said. "The higher-ups will want to see this."
(END CHAPTER)
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