Wu Zhangkong

Only now did Tang Wulin understand what Long Hengxu had meant yesterday when he said the punishment for him, Xie Xie, Zhou Changxi, and Yun Xiao was to enter Class Five.

This year's new students in the Donghai Academy Intermediate Division were divided into five classes. The further forward a class's number ranked, the higher the quality of its students. Without a doubt, their Freshman Class Five was the worst class of them all, the one at the very bottom.

But Tang Wulin did not feel down because of it. When he had awakened his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul as a child, his classmates had mocked him and his teachers had looked down on him, but later, through his own effort, he had still become a soul master. He believed that as long as he worked hard, he would definitely be rewarded.

Zhou Changxi and Yun Xiao, however, had their heads drooping, unable to hide the dejection in their hearts. They came from commoner families in Eastsea City and had experienced the cruelty of reality early on. Now that they had been assigned to Class Five, there was probably little hope of turning things around in the future.

Only Xie Xie, his face cold and arrogant, seemed unconcerned. He was staring fixedly at Tang Wulin. Tang Wulin had just agreed to fight him again after school, and this time, he absolutely had to regain his dignity.

"Homeroom teachers, take your students back to your classrooms. That's all. Dismissed." Long Hengxu closed the file in his hand, then turned and left. But before he departed, his gaze paused on Yu Nanyuan for a moment, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The overall quality of this year's new students far surpassed previous years. Aside from Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng, three geniuses who had already reached the Two-Ring Great Soul Master realm upon enrollment, the Dean's only grandson had also entered the Donghai Academy Intermediate Division as a new student.

In the next few years, he would surely be able to keep that person from the Advanced Division firmly under pressure.

Both were Deans of Instruction, and Long Hengxu had a fierce rivalry with the one from the Advanced Division.

At the front of the square, the five teachers who had previously stood behind Long Hengxu walked toward different classes.

Among the five teachers, there were three men and two women. The two female teachers were both very young and beautiful, looking to be only in their twenties. Their appearances were also fifty to sixty percent similar; they were a pair of sisters.

Ye Yingluo and Ye Yingrong. The sisters were quite famous within Donghai Academy and had no shortage of pursuers.

Relatively speaking, the older sister, Ye Yingluo, was slightly superior in both looks and Cultivation Talent, but her personality was somewhat forceful, and she was proud and haughty. Ye Yingrong, meanwhile, looked more kind and sweet, and was a newly appointed teacher.

Ye Yingluo and Ye Yingrong arrived in front of Freshman Class One and Freshman Class Three respectively. However, the sisters' gazes converged at the same time on the male teacher serving as homeroom teacher of Freshman Class Five.

This male teacher was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His handsome appearance and unique cold aura instantly reduced the other two male teachers to background props.

He was over one meter ninety tall, with a high nose bridge and thin lips of just the right shape. His entire person gave off an unusually straight, upright feeling. His white clothes were purer than snow, untouched by the slightest trace of the mortal world. His lake-blue long hair fell loose to his waist, matching his dark-green eyes.

Wu Zhangkong.

Through that unique aura, Yu Nanyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized the male teacher's identity at a glance.

Wu Zhangkong paid no attention whatsoever to everyone's gazes. His icy eyes swept across the Class Five students, then he said expressionlessly, "Follow me."

It was only three short words, but from his aura alone, one could feel a chill that came from the depths of the heart.

The students of Freshman Class Five could not help feeling their hearts tighten, and they hurriedly followed behind Wu Zhangkong. The other two male teachers' expressions shifted for a while as they also led their own classes away. Within Donghai Academy, almost no male teacher was willing to deal with Wu Zhangkong.

Being reduced to background props was one thing, but Wu Zhangkong's personality was something few people could tolerate.

But Wu Zhangkong's image in the eyes of Ye Yingrong, this young female teacher, was different. She only felt her heartbeat clearly speed up, and she lightly pursed her red lips.

Apart from his personality being a little cold, this Teacher Wu was simply flawless. No wonder even her ever-proud older sister would also...

"No one has ever rejected me before. You're the first. I will definitely make you pay for this!" Ye Yingluo withdrew her gaze, her beautiful eyes flashing with determination and obsession.

"Freshman Class One, follow me back to the classroom."

Among the five freshman classes of the Donghai Academy Intermediate Division, Freshman Class One and Freshman Class Five had the fewest students. Freshman Class Five had twenty students, while Freshman Class One had only seventeen.

Even among the group known as soul masters, the vast majority were ordinary. Those who were especially outstanding or especially poor were, after all, the minority. According to Donghai Academy's requirements, as long as one possessed the potential to become a great soul master, they would at least be assigned to Class Four.

Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng were currently discussing matters related to Wu Zhangkong with grave expressions. They had all felt the aura Wu Zhangkong had revealed earlier. As for the other students of Freshman Class One, there was very little communication between them, because they basically came from different places.

There were, on the contrary, very few Eastsea City locals like Yu Nanyuan. From this, one could also see a rather awkward point about Eastsea City: it lacked high-quality student sources, and more of its admissions came from the surrounding second- and third-tier cities or towns. To put it bluntly, it was sucking blood from the surrounding cities.

The reason Shrek Academy had been able to remain prosperous for so long followed the same principle. Shrek Academy simply sucked blood directly from the entire continent.

Freshman Class One's classroom was the first room near the stairs on the second floor of the teaching building. The higher a class ranked, the better the treatment it enjoyed. The classroom was a spacious Lecture Hall. While chatting casually with Zhang Yangzi and the other two, Yu Nanyuan arrived at the last row and sat down side by side with them. The view here was also the broadest.

"Nanyuan, do you know that Teacher Wu from Freshman Class Five?" Zhang Yangzi was beside Yu Nanyuan, and with a strange look on his face, he lowered his voice and asked.

After yesterday's time together, the relationship between them had already grown much closer.

Yu Nanyuan glanced sideways and discovered that Wang Jinxi and Wei Xiaofeng were also looking at him curiously.

"I know a little. This Teacher Wu is very strong."

Yu Nanyuan had only spoken half his sentence when Ye Yingluo had already walked behind the podium. She lifted a pair of jade-like hands and brushed her long pink hair behind her crystal-clear earlobes, giving off quite a cold and glamorous charm.

"My name is Ye Yingluo. Barring any surprises, I will be the one teaching you for the next six years. The fact that you stood out among your peers and entered Class One has already proven your excellence. I believe that every one of you will be able to smoothly advance to the Advanced Division six years from now. This is also the final goal you must strive for over these six years."

Perhaps it was related to her own personal experiences, but unlike Shrek Academy's suppressive style of education, Ye Yingluo preferred to give her students confidence.

"Next, begin introducing yourselves in order. Tell us your name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and the direction you want to cultivate in the future. Ding Zhenzhu, start with you."

A bronze-skinned youth stood up somewhat timidly from his seat in the first row. Unlike the children of wealthy families who had lived in comfort, his bronze skin was somewhat red, seemingly caused by being battered by the sea breeze year-round.

"H-hello, everyone. My name is Ding... Ding Pearl." The moment he opened his mouth, his heavy accent instantly amused everyone present.

As a city that had developed in modern times, Eastsea City had a comparatively large migrant population, and its official accent leaned more toward the center of the continent. Ding Zhenzhu, however, clearly had the local accent of a remote fishing village in the Eastern Coastal Region.

Ye Yingluo raised a hand to stop the laughter in the classroom, then encouraged Ding Zhenzhu, "Continue."

"My... my name is Ding Zhenzhu." Ding Zhenzhu's face flushed red as he worked hard to correct his pronunciation.

"My Martial Soul is the Green Light Mirror, my Soul Power is rank fifteen, and in the future, I want to become a Mecha Repairer."

Rank fifteen Soul Power in Freshman Class One could only be described as average.

Ye Yingluo spoke at the right moment. "Ding Zhenzhu's Martial Soul Ability is special, and he is one of the academy's Special Recruitment students. He has already been internally reserved by the Advanced Division's Mecha Repair Department. After he completes his studies in the Intermediate Division, he will directly advance to the Advanced Division to continue studying. Now, show everyone your Martial Soul Ability. Use it on the person beside you."

"Yes, teacher." Ding Zhenzhu looked at Ye Yingluo gratefully. He knew Ye Yingluo was helping him dispel everyone's doubts. He immediately circulated his Soul Power and released his Martial Soul.

As a White Soul Ring emerged from beneath his feet, something similar to a magnifying glass appeared in his right hand. This was his Martial Soul, the Green Light Mirror.

Ding Zhenzhu gripped the black, metallic handle of the Green Light Mirror, covering one of his eyes, then looked at another student beside him.

"First Soul Skill, Appraisal."

A faint white light immediately swept over that student. Before the student could react, streams of green light rose from the Green Light Mirror in Ding Zhenzhu's hand and condensed into rows of illusory green characters.

Height: 150 centimeters

Weight: 45 kilograms

Bone Age: nine years, five months, four days

Martial Soul: Horse-type Martial Soul, suspected of possessing a trace of Light Sacred Dragon bloodline.

Soul Power Level: rank eighteen

...

Seeing the lines of data recorded in the green characters, the smiles on the students' faces gradually faded, and all of them looked Ding Zhenzhu over in surprise and uncertainty.

Even Wei Xiaofeng, who had felt even more disdain because of Ding Zhenzhu's White Soul Ring, was now shocked by the ability of this soul skill.

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