Douluo Dragon King: One-Sword Soul Douluo, Shadow of the End of Dharma

On the other side, in the Zero Shift office.

Bai Ye picked up the neatly organized documents from the table and threw them at Wu Changkong across from him.

"If nothing unexpected happens in the next couple of days, let them solidify their foundation first."

"For practical training, you do Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I do Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and we'll give them a day off on the weekend."

"I will prepare everything else gradually."

Wu Changkong picked up the document and scanned it through, immediately speechless with shock at its contents—

Ascension Platform slots, exclusive training rooms, specially made energy meals, customized soul spirits...

Each of these benefits, which would require spending a significant amount of contribution points to enjoy in other factions, is merely a basic requirement.

They are so extravagant they have no humanity whatsoever.

"Captain, won't this increase the troupe's expenses...?"

Halfway through his sentence, Wu Changkong realized that he hadn't quite grasped the concept yet, and couldn't help but rub his temples.

I can't believe I'm even considering this kind of thing for the incredibly wealthy leader—given the monopoly of the potions in the market, these resources are probably nothing to him.

However, his gaze fell upon the [Practical Missions] section at the end of the document, and he couldn't help but speak up:

"Commander, are we going to have the children battle against other schools?"

No, literally.

Bai Ye shook his head. If he just wanted to cultivate a group of academic geniuses, he wouldn't need to go through any trouble; he could just use potions to force them on.

Without considering the upper limit or the consequences, he can guarantee that all of these students will reach the level of Title Douluo or above before the age of 18, and becoming a Super Douluo is only a matter of time.

But this is meaningless.

Or rather, it wasn't very meaningful for his mission.

There are ways to make an impact not only through public events, but also through clandestine means of gaining fame and recognition.

For example, eradicating the strongholds of the Holy Spirit Cult.

"The Holy Spirit Cult has at least a dozen hidden strongholds near the eastern cities."

"These are their final and holiday assignments."

"The Holy Spirit Cult?!"

Upon hearing these familiar words, Wu Changkong was immediately jolted, after all, his lover's current situation was caused by this very power.

Long Bing's upbringing was inextricably linked to the Holy Spirit Cult.

This evil soul master force, which has existed on the mainland for tens of thousands of years and is hated by both humans and dogs, is not well-liked by any normal soul master.

However, despite the criticism...

Some say the Holy Spirit has corrupted the organization, but no one dares to say it's bad.

One emperor, two kings, and four heavenly kings—any one of them would be among the strongest on the continent. To date, no one has even seen the true face of the Archbishop.

Thinking of this, although he knew he shouldn't speak up, Wu Changkong still mustered up the courage to remind him:

"Commander, isn't this a bit too early?"

"Leaving aside the children's strength and practical experience, they are only nine years old and have not been mentally prepared for many things."

"Even the weakest evil spirit master is still one of the stronger ones in the same rank. Even the Federation has suffered a lot in this regard."

"Sending children out into real combat like this is really..."

Bai Ye glanced at the other person, and the reaction was exactly as he had expected.

In the original work, Wu Changkong is portrayed as an extremely serious and unsympathetic strict teacher, but from the students' perspective, he is definitely a mentor and guide.

Meeting such a teacher is a blessing in life.

Did I say they should go on missions alone?

"..."

"You and I will also find other helpers to clean up the mess and let them witness real bloodshed and death."

"Perhaps they don't yet understand—everything learned from books and theories must ultimately be put into practice on the battlefield."

"The only way to understand this is through personal experience."

Bai Ye stood up, her expression remaining calm throughout. Before leaving, she didn't forget to offer a final reminder:

"The effect is better when the Mystic Ice Grass is used in combination with medicine."

"yes!"

Watching the troupe leader's departing figure, Wu Changkong's tense body finally relaxed, and he slowly leaned back in his chair.

Ordinary Soul Masters and students might not be able to sense it, but as a former top genius, he was most sensitive to the aura of this leader.

When they first met, the palpable killing intent emanating from the man made him feel as if he were facing a ferocious beast; the pressure was immense.

Despite being only a Soul Saint, Wu Changkong had a strange feeling that even a Title Douluo or even a Super Douluo might not be able to defeat him.

The idea was absurd, yet it wouldn't leave his mind.

"Phew~ I must have gone crazy lately. How could a Soul Saint be compared to a Title Douluo?"

"However, the commander's cultivation level doesn't seem to have improved much over the years; on the contrary, the sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger..."

Recalling their first meeting, when the other was just a fledgling genius from the Spirit Pagoda, Wu Changkong couldn't help but shake his head and stop thinking about it.

I should go back to my cultivation.

After wasting these years, it's time to start afresh.

...

After leaving the teaching building, Bai Ye quickly found Tang Wulin's team heading to the cafeteria.

The group appeared to be queuing for a meal.

"Master?"

Tang Wulin's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran out of the group, went to Bai Ye, and hugged him, completely forgetting that they were in a public place.

This action immediately attracted the attention of the others—including Director Long Hengxu, who was eating and stared wide-eyed, almost spitting out his food.

Xie Xie and the others were dumbfounded, but Gu Yue's expression was a little strange, and she lightly bit her lower lip.

As expected, he had long since taken control of the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, and he was still using this method.

"Master, am I...?"

After realizing what had happened, Tang Wulin also realized that her behavior had exposed their relationship, and she immediately became restrained and looked somewhat uneasy.

She is naturally perceptive and can quickly sense the emotions of those around her.

What if I don't perform well later? Won't I embarrass my master...?

"What are you afraid of?"

Bai Ye tapped his little apprentice on the forehead. He never cared about such trivial matters. Having a background is not shameful. What is shameful is to act recklessly because of a background when you don't have any real ability.

He believed that his apprentice would understand this on his own.

Seeing that her master did not scold her, Tang Wulin blinked and then smiled again.

"Come here, everyone."

Bai Ye waved his hand, and the students from Class Zero who were originally queuing immediately gathered over, forming a neat and uniform line.

However, everyone's gaze was fixed on Tang Wulin, their expressions varied, but the meaning they conveyed was all clear—

We're all sisters, you've been keeping it a secret for a while!

He led everyone to the second floor of the cafeteria, which was originally used to store ingredients, but now an additional area had been set up there.

Countless unfamiliar faces moved around in the kitchen, and the air was filled with a variety of complex aromas that were enough to make one's blood boil and one's appetite surge.

"From now on, you will have all your meals here."

Bai Ye took the initiative to find a seat and gestured for Tang Wulin and the others to sit down as well.

"Commander, these people in the kitchen seem to be Soul Masters too, but why...?"

Wang Jinxi hesitated, as he was sitting closest to the kitchen and could clearly feel the fluctuations of soul power emanating from it, as if he were fighting against the ingredients.

Could this also be the commander's doing?

Seeing the little ones looking over, Bai Ye nodded, his tone remaining calm and composed:

"These are all members of the guild."

"To be precise, they are mainly responsible for logistical tasks and are not often seen on weekdays."

"These include cooking utensil spirits, food-type spirits, and many other interesting ones..."

"They can be considered a group of top-tier support-type Soul Masters."