Chapter 63 My Name is Tang Wutong

"Ah? Did I?" Ye Xixuan was startled by Zhang Lexuan's words, but a greater part of it was a guilty conscience.

The gentle smile on Zhang Lexuan's face did not fade, revealing nothing of her inner thoughts. She then took Ye Xixuan's hand and said with doting indulgence:

"Your eyes have changed. Tell me, what happened between you and that little girl from the Tang Sect during the time I was away?"

"Sister Lexuan, it is like this. That night, Sister Xiaoya and I..." Led by Zhang Lexuan, Ye Xixuan walked over to the wooden bench by the window and sat down. Out of respect for this senior grand disciple, he ultimately chose to confess honestly.

After listening to Ye Xixuan's account, Zhang Lexuan's smile seemed to收敛 (subside) quite a bit. After a moment of silence, she asked with a slightly serious tone: "So, she made the first move. Do you like her?"

"Mm." Meeting Zhang Lexuan's burning gaze, Ye Xixuan finally nodded.

"Sister Lexuan, are you going to blame me?"

Zhang Lexuan shook her head and said earnestly: "Xixuan, I said before that I would guide you well. Now it seems this must be my negligence."

"How could this possibly be your fault?!" Ye Xixuan abruptly stood up. While he felt ashamed, he disliked this trait of Zhang Lexuan even more—she always took the blame upon herself and shouldered all the responsibility.

If this continued long-term, she would eventually be crushed under the weight of it.

Zhang Lexuan smiled gently, quite satisfied with Ye Xixuan's sense of responsibility. She also stood up, standing face to face with Ye Xixuan at close range.

Now Ye Xixuan's height was about the same as hers, and their lines of sight were nearly level.

"How did she teach you?"

"What?" Hearing Zhang Lexuan's words, Ye Xixuan was momentarily baffled, failing to understand what she meant to express.

Zhang Lexuan took Ye Xixuan's hands and placed them on her own waist, her red lips parting slightly as she said: "Show me what she taught you."

"Sister Lexuan..." Ye Xixuan's mouth felt dry as he opened it, immediately feeling a surge of hot blood rushing to his head. At this moment, he could no longer care about his past respect for Zhang Lexuan, as another impulse took the upper hand.

The figure of Elder Mu had somehow vanished long ago from the open space in front of the Sea God Pavilion, leaving only the two of them in this desolate, sunset-bathed world.

As the setting sun faded, the morning glow of a new dawn emerged.

Ye Xixuan and Zhang Lexuan spent the entire night in the Scripture Pavilion, undisturbed by anyone. Ye Xixuan unceasingly applied to Zhang Lexuan for instruction, and Zhang Lexuan provided him with guidance one by one.

In the early morning, the two sat side by side on the long wooden bench inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Zhang Lexuan leaned her head slightly against Ye Xixuan. With her cultivation level, she could hardly be called tired, but there was a faint hint of languidness in her voice.

"Did she teach you this much?"

"No." Ye Xixuan let out a dry laugh, making no attempt to conceal his most genuine thoughts.

"Actually, much of it was something I had always wanted to try with you, Sister Lexuan."

Zhang Lexuan cast a sidelong glance at Ye Xixuan with a myriad of charms, feeling both gratified and amused by his candor.

"Then how do you plan to handle the relationship among the three of us?"

"Uh..." Ye Xixuan was once again at a loss for words. His thoughts were greedy, but he had too many misgivings in front of Senior Sister Lexuan.

Zhang Lexuan continued gently and patiently, her voice soft: "Leave it to me. I will help you handle it."

"Sister Lexuan, aren't you angry?" Ye Xixuan widened his eyes in astonishment.

Yet Zhang Lexuan simply displayed her complete tolerance for Ye Xixuan, dedicating herself to helping him solve his problems.

"For now, I will use that ten-thousand-year Light Cyclops head bone of yours to trade for a suitable soul bone for her. When the time comes, I will come find the two of you. Let that be our first formal meeting." Having said this, Zhang Lexuan rose to her feet, preparing to leave.

Ye Xixuan accompanied Zhang Lexuan all the way out of the Sea God Pavilion. Zhang Lexuan stopped in the open space outside the pavilion, her breathtaking face bathed in the morning light looking stunning and vibrant. With a soft gaze, she exhorted him:

"Xixuan, you can stop here. The outer court will start classes in the next couple of days, so you should hurry and go register."

"Yes, Sister Lexuan." Ye Xixuan replied with a relaxed expression. Zhang Lexuan's tolerance towards him made it feel as though no matter what he did, he would be forgiven. Moreover, her initiative to help him resolve these matters completely dispelled all his lingering concerns.

In truth, Zhang Lexuan herself hoped that Ye Xixuan would rely on her even more, just as he did now.

After parting ways with Zhang Lexuan, Ye Xixuan went alone to the outer court to register.

Regarding his admission to the outer court, the current Head of the Martial Soul Department, Cai Mei'er, had already given word beforehand, so he only needed to go through the standard procedure.

However, the freshman classes were assigned randomly. Just as Ye Xixuan finished collecting his freshman supplies, he learned the news that he had been assigned to Class Seven of the freshmen.

"Freshman Class Seven?" In his memories of his past life, among the ten freshman class head teachers, the only one who could be called eccentric was Zhou Yi of Freshman Class One. As long as his head teacher wasn't Zhou Yi, he didn't really care which class he was assigned to.

Ye Xixuan deliberately checked when passing by the announcement board, and things seemed unchanged from his past life's memories: Zhou Yi was still teaching Freshman Class One.

He just wondered if Huo Yuhao would be assigned to Zhou Yi's class this time.

Following the room number marked on the dormitory key, Ye Xixuan quickly found his room—Room 301 on the third floor of the dormitory building closest to Sea God Lake within the freshman residential cluster.

The long, wide corridor featured a row of wooden railings facing the direction of Sea God Lake.

The morning sun was exceptionally bright, and through the beams of light, tiny floating specks of dust could be clearly seen dancing in the air. Although the outer court's teaching buildings were rather aged, the overall environment was still clean and translucent.

When Ye Xixuan arrived at the door of Room 301, he happened to see a robust-looking young man walking out from inside. The youth was about his height, but looked far more solidly built, with bulging muscles across his body that were more exaggerated than those of many adults.

Whether the youth hadn't noticed Ye Xixuan's arrival, he didn't stop in time, and Ye Xixuan didn't deliberately dodge either. Their chests collided squarely against one another.

"Bang—" A muffled grunt rang out. Ye Xixuan stood rooted to the spot without moving an inch, while the youth staggered back a few steps.

Though neither had used much force, the youth was clearly much more subdued. After steadying his stance, he extended his right hand toward Ye Xixuan with a hearty smile.

"Sorry, I didn't see you when I came out just now. My name is Huang Chutian, and you must be my roommate, right?"

"Hello, my name is Ye Xixuan." Ye Xixuan politely extended his right hand to shake Huang Chutian's. Of course, he could tell that Huang Chutian had noticed him long ago, and the reason he pretended not to see him was none other than to test him.

It wasn't mindless, deliberate provocation; it was purely a way to roughly establish their relative standing.

The world of soul masters had always been quite direct: as long as you had strength, you would earn others' respect, and vice versa. Especially for talented youths like Huang Chutian who had just entered Shrek Academy, nearly everyone was full of themselves and naturally hoped to rely on their own strength to claim a higher position.

Ye Xixuan then walked into the dormitory and began tidying up his bed. The quilt, sheets, and other items had all been prepared for him in advance by Tang Ya.

Huang Chutian walked over with a cheerful smile and asked, "Are you also a strength-attribute soul master?"

"I am not." Ye Xixuan responded with a smiling face as well. From this brief exchange and comparison with his past life's memories, he had already formed a preliminary understanding of Huang Chutian's personality.

This was definitely a straightforward fellow. He had a few little schemes of his own, but not many.

In the original plot, Dai Huabin and Wu Feng refused to accept Huo Yuhao, a one-ring soul master. Huang Chutian didn't actually need to get involved, but he happened to love being the first to stick his neck out, ultimately resulting in him being expelled by Zhou Yi. In the end, it was only because of his identity as a core disciple that he was able to transfer to Class Two and continue his studies.

"You're not a strength-type soul master? The way you bumped into me just now, how come I felt your strength was even greater than mine?" Huang Chutian had virtually no scheming in him; whatever was on his mind came straight out of his mouth.

Sitting on his neatly made bed, Ye Xixuan smiled faintly and said, "Who says non-strength-type soul masters aren't allowed to excel in strength?"

"Haha, well said. Anyway, might makes right. Even if you told me you were a combat-capable auxiliary-type soul master, I'd still buy it," Huang Chutian said candidly.

"I'm heading to the cafeteria for breakfast now. Care to join me?"

"Sure, let's go test how the food at the outer court cafeteria tastes." Ye Xixuan rather liked Huang Chutian's straightforward and direct personality, especially since they were peers.

Chatting all the way, the two rapidly grew familiar with each other; the minds of youths were always simple.

Each grade had its own exclusive cafeteria, and the freshman cafeteria was located right behind the freshman residential cluster.

Just as they reached the entrance of the cafeteria, Ye Xixuan and Huang Chutian stopped in their tracks at the same time. It wasn't just them—many of the freshmen inside the cafeteria had their attention drawn by a dazzling figure.

That was a tall young girl with large, powder-blue eyes and long, curled eyelashes. Her skin was white, tender, and delicate, and her red lips were plump and vibrant. Her peerless face possessed not a single flaw, as if she had been favored by the world since birth.

A cascade of large, wavy powder-blue hair fell behind her, and her figure was far fuller than that of girls her age, especially the plump curve of her chest.

Yet the expression on her face was cold and haughty, looking down upon everyone with a sense of disdain. She resembled a goddess fallen into the mortal world—noble and refined in temperament, appearing completely out of place with everything around her.

Under everyone's gaze, the girl's eyes unusually lingered on Ye Xixuan, and she took light steps as she walked towards them. Her gaze seemed to say that finally, there was someone who could stand on equal footing with her.

The girl walked right up to Ye Xixuan, slightly lifting her fair chin.

"Remember my name: I am Tang Wutong."