Exploding-Clothes War God Wu Feng!

Not only did she show none of a teacher's pride, she even described herself as a student just like them, only someone who had started a little earlier.

In an instant, the distance between teacher and students was closed.

Han Yu believed that as a teacher, you did not have to be powerful, but you had to know what your students needed most, and how to guide them correctly.

Strength was only one part of it. Life experience, knowledge, and proper values could all count as teaching and resolving doubts.

A strong person was not merely someone with great power, but someone with a firm heart, someone who could face wind and rain with a smile and possessed powerful conviction.

If someone only had power but no proper outlook on life, values, and the world, they could only be called a brute.

"Teacher Mu, what are all these?"

A girl with long, pale-green hair draped down her back asked rather timidly, giving off a soft, delicate impression.

"Student Nanmen Yun'er, these are training Soul Tools I specially designed. They can improve your physical qualities. Each of you take one and train with it. If there's anything you don't understand, you can come ask me."

Mu Jin smiled, then picked up a White Tiger Rod and bent it hard with both hands. The originally straight White Tiger Rod instantly curved, forming a U shape.

Watching Mu Jin bend the White Tiger Rod so easily, Wu Feng curled her lip in disdain and said, "Teacher, isn't this way too simple? I could bend ten rods like that at the same time."

Hearing that, a curve appeared at the corner of Mu Jin's mouth. She let go, restoring the White Tiger Rod in her hands to its original shape, and said, "All right, Student Wu Feng. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Tch!"

"I'll try, then. I don't believe it can be that—why is it so hard?"

Wu Feng picked up the White Tiger Rod and bent it with force. To her surprise, the White Tiger Rod did not bend as she had imagined.

Instead, it did not budge at all. Seeing the questioning gazes from the students around her, Wu Feng's face flushed red, and she let out a low shout.

The Red Dragon Martial Soul instantly possessed her. Her whole body seemed to grow several years older out of thin air, making her look about sixteen or seventeen.

The School Uniform she wore directly split apart and burst open, revealing the rather elastic leather outfit underneath, which set off her perfect curves to the fullest.

"Huh? Exploding-clothes war god?"

"Looks like she's going to get serious. It's just a bit hard on the School Uniform."

Han Yu, standing to one side, showed surprise in his eyes and watched with great interest.

If he had not seen wrong, when Mu Jin handed the White Tiger Rod to Wu Feng, she had quietly pressed a button on the handle, raising its toughness to the maximum.

When they had arrived earlier, Mu Jin had introduced it to him. The White Tiger Rod had four grades, each corresponding from Soul Master to Soul Ancestor. With its current strength, if one did not have power matching a Soul Ancestor, it would probably be very difficult to bend.

"Hah!"

Wu Feng gave a low shout, her body sinking slightly. Her feet turned outward at about fifteen degrees, and she crouched down a little, knees bent in a half squat. Her hands stretched forward horizontally and gripped the White Tiger Rod firmly, gathering strength as she prepared to bend it in one go.

"Is it coming? Judging by that stance, she should be able to move it, right?" one student said in a low voice.

"Wu Feng's Martial Soul is the Red Dragon. Although it's a sub-dragon, it can still be considered a top-tier Martial Soul. It's only a little inferior to the White Tiger Martial Soul, and in terms of strength, it's also famous for being powerful." Ning Tian wore a faint smile, clearly very confident in Wu Feng.

"Is that so? I think she can't bend it."

Just then, a somewhat cool voice entered Ning Tian's ears from behind, making her turn around despite herself.

Seeing Han Yu appear before her, Ning Tian was slightly stunned, then smiled faintly and said, "Why do you say that, Student Han Yu? I think Feng Mei should be able to bend it."

"Why don't we make a bet? We'll bet on whether she can bend it or not. I bet she can't."

Han Yu smiled faintly, a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes.

Only after walking closer did he realize that Ning Tian really was quite good-looking. She gave people a sense of overwhelming nobility, making him feel that this person was expensive. Yes, purely expensive.

A moving treasure vault—how could she not be expensive?

Ning Tian sized Han Yu up slightly and could not help nodding to herself. She gave a polite nod. "Hello, Student Han Yu. Let's formally get acquainted. My name is Ning Tian, and Wu Feng and I come from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

"I wonder where an outstanding genius like Student Han Yu comes from. Your family background must be extraordinary, I imagine?"

Han Yu froze. He was trying to make a bet with her, but she wanted to ask where he came from. What should he do?

After thinking briefly, he said, "I'm just a nameless nobody, an orphan. As for being a genius, not really. My Innate Soul Power was only rank five."

He definitely could not tell her that he came from the Body Sect. He knew perfectly well that the Body Sect's reputation on the continent could hardly be considered good.

"Innate Soul Power rank five? An orphan?"

Even someone as composed as Ning Tian could not keep her expression under control. Her eyes widened, and she covered her little mouth with both hands, crying out in disbelief, "Then how did you cultivate to this level? And your second Soul Ring is purple, too."

"What? Rank five?"

"That's impossible, right? Who are you trying to fool?"

The students around them had clearly heard Ning Tian's cry of surprise as well, and all of them looked unconvinced.

Mu Jin, off to the side, looked over in some surprise after hearing this. She did not believe a word of what Han Yu said, but she simply did not expose him on the spot.

Han Yu smiled faintly, his clothes moving without wind. "Just luck."

"The reason I have my current strength is probably because I work relatively hard. Geniuses can also be divided into the talent type and the effort type."

"As it happens, I'm the effort-type genius. Fortunately, my hard work wasn't in vain, but I still can't catch up to people like you with high Innate Soul Power."

Seeing the students around him looking shocked, as if it were impossible, Han Yu did not intend to explain further. What he said was indeed the truth.

It was just that the starting point of his hard work was a little higher, but he really had worked hard. He strongly agreed with that point.

He had worked hard to eat nutritious food, worked hard to get beaten, and worked hard to paddle through the sea.

"Do you think I'd believe that?" Ning Tian also came back to herself at this moment and thought inwardly, That was close. I almost got tricked.

As the young master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, she naturally knew that Shrek Academy was not somewhere an orphan could enter.

For Han Yu to cultivate from rank-five Innate Soul Power to two rings, there must surely be a great force supporting him from behind. It was just that he was unwilling to reveal it.

"Believe it or don't. In any case, that's how I am." Han Yu shrugged. Sometimes, when you told the truth, people instead refused to believe it.

Maybe most people thought it was impossible. It was also part of human nature.

If you were more awesome than others and had good talent, people would think it was only natural.

But if your talent was poor and you were still more awesome than others, they would feel unconvinced.

Seeing Han Yu fall silent, Ning Tian was certain in her heart that he had not told the truth. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Then I'll bet that Feng Mei bends it. What are the stakes?"

"You really plan to bet with me?"

Han Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, the corner of his mouth curving upward. Someone was here to hand him money.