What Do You Take Life For?

Class One's first day of school passed quietly in self-study.

On the second day, Zhou Yi came to teach as usual, as if nothing had happened, turning a blind eye to Huo Yuhao's presence.

The day before, she had clashed with Fan Yu and ultimately went to find Du Weilun, the director of education for the Outer Court's Martial Soul Department.

To Zhou Yi's surprise, after hearing what had happened, Du Weilun not only declined to comment on Huo Yuhao's behavior but also reprimanded her.

"Zhou Yi, I think Fan Yu was right. You really should rein in that temper of yours."

"As for this Huo Yuhao, he talked back to a teacher and dared to cause trouble on the first day of school. He does need to be disciplined, so I'll leave him to you. But you are not to expel him."

"Not just Huo Yuhao. You are not allowed to expel any student at will until you correct your temper."

Du Weilun's words still rang in her ears, and even now, Zhou Yi could not quite understand them.

Can anyone relate? Why am I surrounded by such pathetic men?

Still, although Du Weilun had forbidden her from expelling students at will, he had implicitly expressed his support for her asserting her authority as a teacher.

But Zhou Yi had yet to figure out exactly how she should deal with a thorn like Huo Yuhao.

Moreover, Du Weilun had forced her not to lose her temper whenever she pleased, so she could only imitate the other teachers and begin teaching normally.

Although Huo Yuhao had bluntly shut her down, Zhou Yi still had the dignity of a Shrek Academy teacher.

Out of the hundred students, aside from Huo Yuhao, the others treated her with at least a modicum of respect.

As for Huo Yuhao... it was not that he was disrespectful, exactly. His attitude simply made it obvious that he was "not respectful enough."

Zhou Yi ignored Huo Yuhao's attitude. Holding the class roster, she said, "I have no interest in your names or who you are."

"To me, there is no difference between any of you."

"But let me offer you a word of advice: attend class properly and do not cause trouble. Otherwise, hmph!"

As she finished speaking, Zhou Yi deliberately glanced at Huo Yuhao, then turned and wrote two large characters on the blackboard behind her.

"Attack. Defense. These are the two words I have written on the blackboard. I assume you all recognize them."

"Today, I will teach you about the principles of offense and defense for Soul Masters."

"Since ancient times, we Soul Masters have been divided into many different systems according to the abilities of our martial souls. Who can give me some examples?"

Wang Dong, seated in the front row, raised her hand. Zhou Yi immediately called on her.

"Wang Dong, you answer."

"Yes, Teacher Zhou. Based on the different abilities of a Soul Master's martial soul, they are generally divided into the Assault System, Agility Attack System, Auxiliary System, Food System, Control System, Defense System, and so on."

"Good. Then among Soul Masters of these systems, which are more adept at attacking, and which should lean more toward defense and support?"

Wang Dong answered almost without thinking, "Naturally, the Assault, Agility Attack, and Control Systems excel at offense, while the Auxiliary, Food, and Defense Systems are better at defense and support."

Zhou Yi immediately said, "That is the answer of an idiot."

Wang Dong was clearly stunned by Zhou Yi's sudden combination blow and stood there awkwardly for a moment.

"Sit down," Zhou Yi said. Then her gaze shifted to Huo Yuhao.

"Huo Yuhao, you tell me."

Huo Yuhao slowly rose to his feet. "All Soul Masters can excel at offense, and all can excel at support and defense as well."

Zhou Yi seemed somewhat surprised and pressed, "Why do you think that?"

"Soul Tools."

The moment those three words were spoken, Wang Dong, who had just sat down, wore an unreadable expression, while the other students seemed to awaken from a dream.

Their original thoughts had been nearly identical to Wang Dong's, but Huo Yuhao's answer made them understand the key point.

Yet while they understood, Zhou Yi felt rather uncomfortable.

Originally, Zhou Yi had hoped to use her "utterly perfect" theoretical lesson to make the students accept her teaching method of running.

But now, for some reason, all their approval and admiration seemed to have gone to Huo Yuhao rather than her.

Why? What gives?

Zhou Yi did not understand. She truly did not understand. She had no idea why such a change had occurred.

Could it be that after I left yesterday, this brat fed these students some kind of bewitching potion?

Zhou Yi had inadvertently glimpsed a sliver of the truth.

In his previous life, Huo Yuhao had studied an ability called Monarch's Descent under Mu En.

It was an ability that perfectly combined physical and spiritual attacks. It was not a soul skill, yet it surpassed one.

Although Mu En was lacking in character and had shamelessly spread rumors about Long Xiaoyao, his strength truly qualified him as a powerhouse of his generation.

However, this ability could only incorporate spiritual attacks into physical attacks; it could not be used in reverse.

In his previous life, Huo Yuhao had been the sole inheritor of Monarch's Descent.

That was right—even Mu En's biological great-grandson, Beibei, had not inherited this ability.

However, Huo Yuhao had long since repaid Mu En for this favor.

Rather than master and disciple, the relationship between him and Mu En had been more like a transaction.

It was only that in his previous life, he had been deceived from the very beginning and had never seriously thought about it.

In his previous life, after a long period of deduction, Huo Yuhao had successfully worked out a method to use it in reverse, even developing an ability that could be applied solely to spiritual attacks.

Monarch's Descent had long since seeped into every word and action of his.

Anyone who felt fear toward Huo Yuhao would be affected to some degree, either becoming closer to him or feeling even greater fear.

This was why Zhou Yi felt that the students of Class One trusted Huo Yuhao slightly more than they trusted her.

First, he had confronted Zhou Yi; then, he had defeated Tailong. To the students of Class One, Huo Yuhao had a stronger "presence" than Zhou Yi.

Still, although she was irritated, Zhou Yi had had her "authority" sealed by Du Weilun and could only continue teaching normally.

Immediately afterward, Zhou Yi revealed her true purpose and began using Soul Tools to explain her physical fitness training—namely, her running training method.

The so-called running training method had only one core principle: run.

No matter what happened, no matter what martial souls or abilities the students possessed, as long as they could still run, they were to run themselves to death.

Not only did they have to run, they had to run while wearing iron clothes, running until they died.

If Huo Yuhao had not joined the Tang Sect in his previous life and used the Mysterious Heaven Skill to regulate his body, he truly would have run himself to death under Zhou Yi's running training method.

And if he died, what would Zhou Yi think?

She would not think she was wrong. She would only think Huo Yuhao was trash, and that dying at Shrek Academy had completely tarnished her class.

After all, who would care about an insignificant nobody with no background?

And Zhou Yi would continue using her running training method to train batch after batch of students, leaving him behind and never remembering him again.