Chapter 61: Tang San's Desperation (Patreon)

That afternoon,

Flender gathered the students for a brief orientation, going over the academy's rules.

Just like in the original timeline, Ning Rong Rong, spoiled rotten since birth, challenged Flender's authority and got chewed out for it. She ran off in tears.

The difference? Tang San was stuck in bed recovering, too injured to attend.

Meanwhile, Lu Feng, in his role as teaching assistant, proposed a completely new training system focused on physical conditioning and team cohesion.

Flender, being an actual good teacher, who usually was not too proud to innovate, agreed to give it a try.

And why wouldn't he? Lu Feng's methods were already field-tested.

Drawing from his past life's knowledge of special forces drills and team-building exercises—refined by centuries of psychology, sociology, and biomechanics—he'd adapted the most effective techniques for this world.

Example: The "trust fall" (stand on a platform, close your eyes, and let your teammates catch you). Gold for building reliance in a group.

Of course, he didn't just copy-paste. He'd tweaked everything for this world's realities, creating separate regimens for civilians and spirit masters.

The Merchant Alliance had been his guinea pigs. Now, it was Shrek Academy's turn.

By dinner,

The cafeteria chatter died when Tang San limped in, arms and legs wrapped in bandages.

He could walk at all was thanks to Oscar's Healing Sausages. After the first one worked wonders, Tang San had choked down a dozen more—hence why he now gagged at the sight of sausages.

But he refused to stay down.

He wouldn't accept being a provisional student.

He wouldn't let Xiao Wu look down on him.

He needed recognition.

And he had a trump card.

His plan to "play weak and then dominate" had backfired spectacularly when Zhao Wuji went full "dominate first, ask questions never."

No chance to unveil the Clear Sky Hammer. Unfair.

So the moment he could hobble upright, Tang San marched in to flaunt his dual martial souls, especially the #1 ranked tool-type soul.

At the very least, with his Twin Soul, he could outshine Lu Feng and leave everyone stunned.

That way, he’d earn the teacher’s respect, the students’ envy, and maybe even win Xiao Wu back.

In a world where strength rules, Twin Souls were a big deal.

One famous example was Pope Bibi Dong, who wielded unmatched power.

When people sees his Twin Souls—especially with one being the world’s top weapon soul—they will have no doubt his future was destined for greatness.

Oscar blinked. "Little San? What're you doing here? I said I'd bring you dinner."

The nickname "Little San"—courtesy of Lu Feng—had already caught on.

"I'm not here for dinner. I came to share a secret—but you all must keep it confidential." Tang San's tone dripped with staged solemnity.

Lu Feng's eyebrow twitched.

Oh? Finally dropping the act?

Zhao Wuji snorted. "The best way to keep a secret? Don't tell anyone. If you're gonna blab it but demand silence, you're just shoving responsibility onto others. So don't bother." 

"I—" Tang San choked, nearly stumbling.

Flender sighed. "Just rest. We're heading to the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena soon, we have no time for theatrics."

"No, Dean! This'll only take a second. Look!"

Tang San's current mood? Like mid-shit when someone yanks you off the toilet.

He was doing this now.

Ignoring them, he raised his left hand. Light erupted and a tiny hammer materialized above his palm.

Gasps filled the room.

"Wait—"

"Little San has dual martial souls ?!"

"That's… the Clear Sky Hammer !"

The reactions were perfect.

Shock, awe—exactly as planned.

Though honestly, the hammer itself wasn't surprising. Everyone knew his father was Tang Hao. But dual souls? That was new.

Tang San was pretty pleased with the reaction—this was exactly the vibe he was going for.

Xiao Wu's initial shock morphed into fury.

He hid this from me. For years.

All his "I cherish you like a sister" bullshit yet he couldn't trust her with this?

A grim relief hit her: Good thing I never told him I'm a 100,000-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit.

But her secret was life-or-death. His? Just ego.

Flender didn't even blink.

Yu Xiao Gang's letter had hinted at this. Why else would he bend rules to keep Tang San?

Still, revealing his trump card this early reeked of desperation—especially with how Tang San kept sneaking glances at Xiao Wu.

Ah, youth.

Li Yusong exclaimed in awe: "Dual martial souls—one in ten thousand! Your potential is limitless. You're the only one in our academy with such a gift."

A smug gleam flashed in Tang San's eyes.

Xiao Wu, you heard that, didn’t you?

You see you messed up, right?

Provisional student? With this level of talent?

Lu Feng, meanwhile, casually set down his chicken leg, chewing lazily before remarking: "Actually...he is not the only one."

Every head in the room whipped toward him.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu smirked, they already knew about his second martial soul.

Xiao Wu had been there when he awakened it. Zhu Zhuqing had even sparred against it.

Lu Feng stood.

A pulse of golden light wreathed his body then, in the same instant, a second layer of crimson flame erupted.

WHOOSH!

A blazing inferno roared to life behind him as a pair of gigantic, shadowy wings materialized each spanning over ten meters, their fiery tips piercing straight through the cafeteria walls.

Second Martial Soul: Golden-Winged Roc!

"AH—?!"

The collective gasp was deafening. Even Tang San looked like he'd been slapped.

Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Li Yu Song nearly popped their eyeballs.

A god-tier martial soul was already insane—but a second one, equally monstrous?

Ma Hongjun collapsed like a deflated balloon, his own avian soul trembling under the sheer pressure of Lu Feng's presence.

No one even glanced at him.

Every adult's gaze was locked onto Lu Feng, their expressions screaming: "We just hit the jackpot."

Even Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu blinked in surprise.

Last time, his wings weren't on fire. And they definitely didn't feel this... overwhelming.

Had his martial soul evolved?

Zhu Zhu Qing was almost numb to Lu Feng's surprises by now. Almost.