Chapter 191: One Sentence—And She Fooled Tang Wulin!
Ling Zichen's expression was already dark, and when not a single person paid attention to her, her patience snapped.
How dare students ignore her like that? Outrageous!
"I am a professor at Douluo University!" she declared, voice sharp. "Responsible for teaching Interstellar Navigation and Energy Development and Concepts of War‑Grade Main Cannons—soul guidance engineering!"
"Mm~"
"Huh?"
"Ah?"
Three different responses.
Gu Yue, meanwhile, stared down at her communicator, waiting for Di Tian's reply. But there was none.
Her anger—already rising because of Jiang Chen—was reaching the point of eruption.
Silver Dragon King? At this rate, she felt more like an Angry-Winged Dragon King!
Di Tian's message finally appeared.
[Di Tian]: "My Lord, I hold only utmost respect. Nothing more."
So… he didn't like her?
Her fingers trembled.
He doesn't like me?
She— the majestic Silver Dragon King—was unloved?
The clueless Qian Gu Zhangting had once called her ugly.
Jiang Chen preferred Snow Empress over her.
What was happening here!?
Was her pride that worthless?
No. Absolutely not!
In that instant, Gu Yue seriously considered dropping her human façade and unleashing her true draconic form—let them all see what beauty incarnate really looked like!
Gu Yue had officially… exploded.
"Get out! Don't bother me!!!"
Ling Zichen: "?"
Snow Empress: "?"
Jiang Chen: "!!!"
"Auntie, what are you doing!?" Jiang Chen blurted.
Ling Zichen rubbed her ear, not sure she'd heard correctly. That "get out" seemed directed at her.
It had been a long time since anyone dared say that to her.
Jiang Chen quickly jumped in. "No, Professor, you misunderstood. She was yelling at me!"
When he heard Ling Zichen's name, he instantly knew who she was.
The scientific maniac—the woman who literally installed the Eternal Heaven into her own body.
Everyone else sought godhood through divinity… she achieved it through tech!
When Gu Yue lost her temper, it was scary—but when Ling Zichen blew up, things literally exploded.
If she went off here, Douluo University might ascend to heaven as fireworks.
Trying to ease the situation, Jiang Chen forced a smile. "It's just a personal matter, emotional conflict, not targeted at you, Professor."
Ling Zichen grudgingly settled down, glancing oddly at the flustered man surrounded by three women.
"Well, well," she said. "A popular one."
Still, she wasn't interested in romance; art and technology were her world.
"I wanted to invite you three to join my new research project," she said briskly. "It's about interstellar—"
"Uh, Professor," Jiang Chen interrupted gently, nodding toward the podium. Their current instructor stood there, face completely dark, veins practically popping.
"You think this is the right place for recruitment?"
Ling Zichen blinked, realizing her breach of etiquette as countless students gawked.
"Fine," she said. "We'll talk outside."
Jiang Chen nearly groaned aloud. Please, not now.
He wasn't even paying attention to class—but at least he respected the teacher's dignity.
This was just awkward.
"How about this," he offered diplomatically, "we exchange contact info and talk later?"
Grudgingly, Ling Zichen pulled out her communicator—a top-tier federal soul guide device equipped with a digital Evil Eye AI.
A tap to her hip, and the mechanical eye flickered, instantly sending Jiang Chen a connection request.
He hesitated. He hadn't chosen her class before precisely to avoid trouble.
And now, trouble had come to find him.
Still, inspiration struck—wasn't Ling Zichen obsessed with the Golden Dragon King's bloodline? It was that very research that had eventually led her to mechanical ascension.
If she studied Tang Wulin, she'd get what she wanted faster—and stop pestering him!
Perfect plan.
So Jiang Chen casually sent her Tang Wulin's student file instead.
As for joining her project? He'd keep delaying that.
No rush.
Later, Ling Zichen examined the data carefully.
"Golden Dragon King bloodline, hm? Intriguing."
Then she smirked.
"So your name is Tang Wulin, right?"
In the forging lab, Tang Wulin had just finished hammering out a glowing piece of metal when the door suddenly opened.
He turned, startled, to see an unfamiliar yet strikingly sensual woman step inside.
She wore a sleek black uniform—tight knee‑length skirt, cropped jacket, and white blouse visible at the collar. Her long black hair was tied in a bun, a simple wooden hairpin skewering through it.
She looked—professional. Dangerous. Irresistible.
"You are coming with me," she said flatly.
"Eh? Who are you?"
Tang Wulin stood frozen, confused.
This was his lab—why was someone barging in? Did the passcode lock mean nothing anymore?
Before he could protest further, the woman spoke again.
"I'm Ouyang Zixin's mentor. I have a project that requires your help. If you agree to participate, I'll assign Ouyang Zixin to assist you personally."
Ouyang… Zixin?
His senior sister?
He froze. Then his heart began racing wildly.
Working… with her?
That was the one temptation he could never resist.
He'd managed to sneak into a few of her open lectures using her class schedule, but most of her courses were closed laboratory sessions—strictly limited attendance.
He'd been worrying about how to get closer to her, especially since he'd soon be leaving for Shrek Academy as an exchange student for a year or two.
What if some other guy won her heart while he was gone?
Unacceptable!
He couldn't let his senior sister suffer heartbreak again.
Here it was—the perfect opportunity delivered right to his door.
"Yes, Professor! I'll do it!"
He followed obediently as Ling Zichen led him to the towering Soul Guidance Research Building.
Eight floors high.
Inside, countless students worked with strange instruments—devices even Tang Wulin couldn't recognize.
He knew metals, yes, but soul technology? Not so much.
"I thought soul engineers were obsolete," he muttered under his breath.
Ling Zichen shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel.
"Idiot! The Federation only restructured the field to stop soul masters from falling behind in cultivation due to overly complex engineering studies."
"Those limitations were removed by dividing the disciplines. But even now, mech engineers only scratch the surface of true soul guidance research."
"Otherwise, where do you think all the soul tools you use in daily life come from?"
Tang Wulin flushed. Yeah, that had been a stupid question.
Just because he didn't study this stuff didn't mean others didn't.
In reality, only a fraction of humanity were soul masters. The rest—the scientists, the engineers—kept civilization alive.
And the woman walking before him was clearly one of its brightest minds.
"Ouyang Zixin!" Ling Zichen called.
"Yes, Professor!"
Tang Wulin's heart stopped.
There she was—his beloved senior sister, standing before him, looking more radiant and mature than ever.
His heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.
"S‑Senior Sister…"
Ouyang Zixin smiled gently, her voice warm but distant.
"Hello, Junior."
(END CHAPTER)
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