manynovel Chapter 8 Forced to Work
Chapter 8 Forced to Work
"Teacher Huang, what are you three doing here!"
Wu Heyi picked his teeth as he walked toward the three people, and the female teacher among them blushed and didn't want to say anything.
"Stop talking nonsense and get inside!"
As he spoke, Lao Huang kicked Wu Heyi, and the wound on his buttocks that had been torn open was extremely painful.
Wu Heyi darted into the office, then turned around and made a face at Lao Huang, "Hey, I missed!"
In the office, a sprightly old man sat upright in the main seat, while a dignified old man sat in the chair next to him.
Wu Heyi was filled with unease. Whether before or after his transmigration, he always felt a bit intimidated whenever he saw an old man whose face seemed to scream "Dean of Students." He always wondered if he had done something wrong.
Wu Heyi closed the office door himself. At this moment, he was filled with regret. Apart from the two deans, he was the only one left in the room. He really regretted not bringing that arrogant old Huang in as a shield.
Of the two old men in front of him, Wu Heyi had only met the one sitting in the main seat once when he was going through the enrollment procedures.
It was him back then, smiling like a flower, acting exactly like he was coaxing a child, who tricked Wu Heyi into signing the talent contract.
The vice president standing next to him was someone Wu Heyi was seeing for the first time.
"Little guy, your name is Wu Heyi, right? Shall I call you Xiao Wu Cheng?"
The vice dean probably felt the atmosphere was too serious and awkward, so he spoke first.
Wu Heyi had no problem with the first half of his sentence, but he couldn't stand the part about "Little Wu".
"Okay, but you can't call me Xiao Wu!"
"Or, you could call me Yi Yi!"
Seeing Wu Heyi's bright smile, the vice dean's face immediately darkened. "This little brat is young, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve!"
(一一 = 姨姨)
"Hey, Xiao Wu! I heard you successfully absorbed a thousand-year soul ring. Quickly let Grandpa Dean see it!"
The vice dean had a kind and approachable smile on his face.
"That old rascal is really wicked. He wants me to call him grandpa as soon as we meet!" Wu Heyi thought to himself.
However, Wu Heyi had no chance to resist and could only obediently open his right hand. His martial spirit, like a sleeping giant beast, slowly awakened and emerged. But surprisingly, the thousand-year-old purple soul ring floated alone above the wood element array eye, like a solitary dancer.
This strange phenomenon is extremely rare. Normally, once a spirit ring is absorbed, it will act like a loyal guardian, clinging tightly to the entire spirit.
Vice Dean Liang quickly wrapped his hands with soul power and carefully began to touch Wu Heyi's martial soul. This method was like a mysterious ritual; however, directly touching someone else's martial soul was undoubtedly an extremely impolite act.
However, usually only elders would have such close contact with juniors they value highly, especially in cases like Wu Heyi who absorbed a spirit ring of an abnormal age, in which case it is necessary to check the foundation of the junior's martial spirit.
After an hour of work, the vice dean finally confirmed that Wu Heyi's martial soul was without any problems. However, they still couldn't reach a satisfactory conclusion regarding the mystery of the soul ring only being attached to the soul eye.
However, during their continued conversation, the vice dean keenly noticed a detail: Wu Heyi's only spirit eye with an attached spirit ring shone like the brightest star in the night sky, radiating a more dazzling light than the other spirit eyes. Moreover, it seemed that any spirit rings attached in the future would act like precise navigation devices, accurately locking onto different spirit eyes, and those spirit rings would have to be produced by corresponding elemental spirit beasts.
"Alright, it seems that what Xiao Huang and the others said was true, their martial spirits have never been broken!" Dean Liang was very pleased with this.
"Next, we'll head to the training grounds to test the strength of your soul skills and see if they're as extraordinary as they say." Dean Liang, abandoning his usual serious demeanor, let out a hearty laugh that resounded throughout the dean's office like a booming bell.
After saying that, Dean Liang tucked Wu Heyi under his arm with one hand and was about to step out the door.
Wu He panicked immediately, waving his arms and legs wildly, shouting, "No! I don't want to fight!"
Wu Heyi had a general understanding of his own strength, especially the fact that his martial soul could passively reflect the effects of his soul skills. More importantly, Wu Heyi really didn't want to experience that extremely weak state again. After all, that feeling was like being abandoned by the world, feeling lonely and helpless, and instilling despair.
“I know what you’re worried about. There’s no need to care about that. Your Dean Sen is a healing-type Soul Master. His cultivation has already reached the Soul King realm of level 59, and he’s only one step away from becoming a Soul Emperor!” Dean Liang was full of confidence and arrogance, as if that Soul Emperor powerhouse was himself.
Wu Heyi stared at Dean Sen with a look of astonishment. It was the first time he had ever heard of a healing-type support-type Soul Master serving as the dean of an academy.
Moreover, the academy they belong to is a combined primary and intermediate level academy, and usually, the academy dean is a Soul Master of the Power Attack type.
Because the dean of the academy is not only the top management of the academy, but also a symbol of the academy's combat strength.
Judging from this, Dean Sen's strength must be even more terrifying than that of an ordinary combat-type Soul Master.
And so, to the astonishment of a group of passing teachers and students, Wu Heyi was hurriedly led to the martial arts arena by Dean Liang.
Those who passed by with good eyesight noticed that Vice Dean Liang, who usually had a stern face, was unusually happy today, like a child.
However, most people on the street were curious about who Wu Heyi was, that the vice dean would personally lead him to the martial arts arena.
As the news spread like wildfire, a hilarious rumor spread like wildfire.
"Have you heard? Freshman Wu Heyi is going to challenge the Mace King, Old Demon Liang!"
"What? Old Demon Liang is going to beat Wu Heyi to a pulp just because his first soul ring is a thousand-year soul ring!"
"No way, who's so reckless as to absorb a thousand-year-old spirit ring as their first spirit ring? They'd explode on the spot!"
All sorts of strange and unusual opinions flew around, and the martial arts arena was soon packed with spectators.
"Don't these idle brats have classes? Why are they all here?!"
Dean Liang looked around at all the students who had come to watch the game.
At this time, there were still people running betting odds, but the odds were all that Wu Heyi could last a few moves against Liang Laomo. However, there was also an unconventional option: 1 to 1, in which Wu Heyi would defeat Liang Laomo.
It's insane! One ring against five rings, and someone actually placed a bet! A cute girl, carrying a dragon and phoenix bow on her back, bet one gold soul coin.
Wu Heyi was also speechless. How did it suddenly turn into a fighting competition?
But there was no other way; we had to bite the bullet and go for it.