area51novel Chapter 14 The Unpolished Jade and the Speaker's Gaze
Chapter 14 The Unpolished Jade and the Speaker's Gaze
Chapter Fourteen: The Unpolished Jade and the Speaker's Gaze
Donghai College, Central Square.
The morning sun pierced through the thin mist, casting its light on the neatly arranged square formations. Today was a historic day for Donghai Academy. The arrival of the Federal Parliament's inspection team was not only a review of the academy's teaching achievements, but also a grand event for the entire Donghai Soul Master community.
Red banners had already been hung around the square, and trainees in white uniforms were nervously adjusting their attire under the direction of their instructors. An atmosphere of both excitement and tension permeated the air.
However, the atmosphere on the platform at the very front of the square seemed somewhat eerie.
Wu Changkong, dressed in a crisp dark blue uniform, stood expressionless on the far left. Although his gaze was fixed straight ahead, his clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.
To his right stood a man in a black trench coat—Mo Yan.
Mo Yan wasn't wearing sunglasses today, and a faint light flickered in his deep eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts. His demeanor was relaxed, even a little nonchalant, but this only made the surrounding academy leaders feel even more awe.
"Advisor Mo, His Excellency the Speaker... will he really watch it personally via projection?" The Dean of Donghai Academy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked cautiously.
"Of course," Mo Yan replied calmly. "The Speaker attaches great importance to this inspection, especially to... Class Zero."
When the words "Class Zero" were mentioned, Mo Yan's gaze drifted almost imperceptibly to the three figures in the corner of the square.
Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue.
At this moment, Tang Wulin was standing at the very front of the line. He was wearing a brand-new school uniform, but his hands were pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers, his palms covered in sweat. Within him, the mysterious bloodline remained dormant and sealed; all he currently possessed was his innate superhuman strength, far exceeding that of his peers.
"Senior brother... I... I'm so nervous," Tang Wulin said tremblingly in his spiritual sea.
Within the sea of consciousness, Huo Yuhao's figure also appeared solemn, even showing a hint of panic.
"Junior brother, calm down. The projection of Grandmaster... no, the Speaker, could appear at any moment. Remember, this is not just a performance, but also... an interview."
"interview?"
"That's right. He's testing whether you're qualified to be his disciple." Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity. "Junior brother, although I really don't want to admit it, if our master really accepts you, our seniority will be completely messed up. Should you call me senior brother, or junior nephew?"
Huo Yuhao gets a headache just thinking about this.
Just then, a giant soul-guided screen in the center of the square suddenly lit up.
The once noisy square fell silent instantly.
The screen flickered a few times, then a blurry figure appeared. Although the image was somewhat shaky, the imposing aura emanating from the figure was clearly transmitted through the screen to the hearts of everyone present.
That's the Speaker of the Federal Parliament, Mo Runshu!
"Greetings, Speaker!"
In the square, thousands of teachers and students bowed simultaneously, their voices deafening.
On the platform, Wu Changkong bowed his head slightly, his expression complex. Mo Yan, on the other hand, smiled respectfully, a slight curve to his lips.
Mo Runshu on the screen nodded slightly. His gaze did not linger on the leaders, but instead pierced through the screen, as if crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and locked onto Tang Wulin.
"Let's begin."
Mo Runshu's voice resounded throughout the venue through the amplified soul guide device. It was only three short words, but it carried an undeniable authority.
Mo Yan stepped forward and said into the microphone, "As planned, Class Zero students Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie will conduct a live-fire combat exercise. Their opponent... is me."
"What?!"
These words caused an uproar in the room.
Sending three children with an average age of only twelve to fight against a Super Douluo from the Federal Council? That's simply a fantasy!
Wu Changkong suddenly looked up, a flash of anger in his eyes: "Advisor Mo, this is too dangerous! They are just children..."
"Teacher Wu, please trust the Speaker's arrangements." Mo Yan interrupted him calmly. "This is not a fair duel, but a... lesson. I want to see what potential they can unleash in the face of absolute power."
After saying that, Mo Yan flashed and appeared directly in the center of the square.
"Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, Xie Xie, step forward!"
Tang Wulin took a deep breath and glanced at his companions.
"Let's go." Gu Yue's voice was still cold, but Tang Wulin could feel that the elemental power within her body had begun to stir.
The three of them stopped ten meters away from Mo Yan.
"Begin." Mo Yan didn't waste any words, and didn't even release his martial spirit.
"Xie Xie, attack with agility!" Tang Wulin gave the order immediately.
Xie Xie flashed, and the Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger appeared simultaneously. He turned into a blur and pounced on Mo Yan from the side.
"Too slow."
Mo Yan didn't even turn his head, he just waved his hand casually.
A gentle surge of soul power blocked his way like a wall.
"Bang!"
Xie Xie felt as if he had crashed into a wall of cotton, all the momentum was instantly dissipated, and he flew backward uncontrollably.
"Thank you, Xie!" Tang Wulin shouted.
"Blue Silver Grass, Entangle!"
More than a dozen strands of Blue Silver Grass shot out from Tang Wulin's palm, heading straight for Mo Yan's legs.
Mo Yan glanced down at the Blue Silver Grass at his feet, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and then lightly stomped his right foot.
"shock."
A wave of energy erupted from him.
Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass was instantly shattered, turning into a sky full of green powder.
"Is this all the power you have, Tang Wulin?" Mo Yan looked at Tang Wulin, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Your body clearly harbors such terrifying power, yet this is all you've shown? Is this all the power you intend to use to face the Speaker's scrutiny?"
Tang Wulin was startled.
How did he know that I possess terrifying power within me?
"Senior brother! He figured it out!" Tang Wulin asked anxiously.
"Of course he saw through it! He's Master's cousin, his eyesight is incredibly sharp!" Huo Yuhao roared in his spiritual sea, "Junior brother, stop hiding! Although your bloodline hasn't awakened yet, your innate divine strength is still there! Use your physical strength to fight back! Let him see how tough your bones are!"
"Tough it with your body?"
"confrontation!"
A hint of madness flashed in Tang Wulin's eyes.
"Gu Yue! Cover me!"
Tang Wulin roared and stopped using Blue Silver Grass for ranged attacks. Instead, he activated his Martial Soul Possession and charged towards Mo Yan like a little tiger.
He had no soul skills, no bloodline burst, only the physical strength forged by the thousand-times-forged heavy silver hammer.
"court death?"
Mo Yan frowned slightly and raised his hand to strike out with a palm.
Although this palm strike did not use soul power, it was enough to knock out a Great Soul Master.
"Bang!"
Tang Wulin was sent flying by a palm strike, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.
Just as Wu Changkong was about to rush forward, Mo Yan raised his hand to stop him.
"It's not over yet."
Tang Wulin struggled to his feet. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his chest heaved violently, but his large, dark eyes remained bright, revealing a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.
"I... can still fight."
Tang Wulin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rushed forward again.
"Bang!"
It was slapped away again.
"stand up!"
"Bang!"
"Stand up!"
This scene was exactly like what happened in the forge yesterday.
Tang Wulin was knocked down time and time again, but he got up again and again. His school uniform was tattered and his body was covered in bruises, but his aura grew stronger and stronger.
That raw, untamed resilience shocked everyone present.
"That's interesting."
A glint of light flashed in Mo Yan's eyes.
"Since you're so eager to fight, then I'll grant your wish."
Mo Yan suddenly changed his strategy. He stopped using his soul power to knock Tang Wulin away and instead began to fight Tang Wulin hand-to-hand with his fists and feet.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sounds of fists hitting flesh echoed across the square.
Tang Wulin felt like his bones were about to fall apart, but he gritted his teeth and, relying on his amazing physical strength, withstood Mo Yan's attacks.
"Okay! That's it!"
Within his spiritual sea, Huo Yuhao shouted excitedly, "Junior brother, hold on! Grandmaster is watching! He's seeing how tough you are! He's seeing if this rough gem is worth carving!"
On the dais, the projection of Mo Runshu nodded slightly.
"He has some backbone."
In the center of the square, Gu Yue finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"stop!"
Gu Yue's purple eyes widened, and she suddenly clasped her hands together.
"Elemental Tides!"
boom--!
A terrifying elemental storm erupted instantly in the plaza. The four elements of wind, fire, water, and earth surged wildly, transforming into a gigantic elemental dragon that hurtled straight towards Mo Yan.
This time, Gu Yue held nothing back. She couldn't bear to watch Tang Wulin be beaten to death.
Faced with this terrifying attack, Mo Yan finally released his martial spirit.
The Goddess of Light's Cross, the Sighing Cross Sword!
A huge phantom of a cross sword appeared behind him, exuding a sacred and domineering aura.
"Certainly!"
With a soft shout, Mo Yan unleashed a golden light from his cross-shaped sword, severing the elemental dragon in two.
"puff!"
Gu Yue suffered a backlash, his face turned pale, and his body swayed precariously.
"Gu Yue!"
Tang Wulin roared, his blood and qi surging violently with rage. Although his Golden Dragon King bloodline had not awakened, a trace of the dragon's aura was faintly revealed amidst his anger.
Mo Yan keenly sensed this aura, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"good."
He didn't dodge, but instead threw a punch, which collided with Tang Wulin's fist.
"Bang!"
A loud bang was heard, and a shockwave rolled out.
Tang Wulin felt as if he had crashed into a mountain; his right arm instantly lost sensation, and he was once again thrown away.
But this time he didn't fall.
He stood there unsteadily, his right arm swollen and bleeding, but he still stared intently at Mo Yan.
"I...haven't lost yet."
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone was amazed by the boy's resilience.
On the platform, a satisfied smile appeared on the projection of Mo Runshu's lips.
"very good."
Mo Runshu's voice rang out again.
"Tang Wulin, you have passed my test. Although your power is still weak and your bloodline has not yet awakened, your character is worthy of my guidance."
Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment, then everything went black and he fainted.
"Wu Lin!"
Gu Yue and Xie Xie rushed forward at the same time and helped Tang Wulin up.
Mo Yan withdrew his martial spirit and looked at the unconscious Tang Wulin, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"Take him to the infirmary," Mo Yan said to Wu Changkong. "Tell him that I will take him to Mingdu in three days to meet the Speaker."
Wu Changkong's expression changed: "You're taking him away?"
"This is the Speaker's order," Mo Yan said calmly, "and it's also his stroke of luck."
After saying that, Mo Yan turned and left, leaving behind only an unfathomable silhouette.
On that enormous soul-guided screen, Mo Runshu's projection slowly dissipated, but his words lingered in everyone's ears.
"Tang Wulin... I have high hopes for you."