Class Placement

The female teacher who walked up to Class One looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight from her appearance. She stood a full one meter eighty tall, and her eyes were lively and bright, as if they hid countless stars, glittering as they shifted. Her nose was straight and elegant, adding a touch of definition to her face. Her brows were faintly knitted, concealing a heroic air, while an innate pride slipped out without her noticing.

She walked up before Class One's line, glanced at the students, and said, "Hello, everyone. I am your homeroom teacher for the next six years, Ye Yingluo. For the next six years, all of you will be my students. Now follow me."

After Lin Xingyu glanced at her, he looked at the other four homeroom teachers. Class Two's teacher was a tall middle-aged man.

Class Three's homeroom teacher bore about a sixty percent resemblance to Ye Yingluo and looked very pretty. Only, compared to Ye Yingluo's heroic bearing and pride, she seemed extremely lively and adorable, with a head of very rare pale-green long hair. She was not as tall as Ye Yingluo. Ye Yingrong, Ye Yingluo's younger sister.

Class Four's homeroom teacher was a short, fat middle-aged man. Most male soul masters in this place were not under one meter eighty; how had you even managed to get by?

Class Five's homeroom teacher was tall, over one meter ninety, with a head of lake-blue long hair that was especially rare, radiating a unique charm like still lake water. His entire person was like an iceberg, an icy aura spreading around him, making people shudder.

Wu Changkong. Among the teachers of the protagonists of Douluo Continent, Wu Changkong was the only one worthy of the title "model of teacherly virtue." Others might have eccentric tempers, perfunctory teaching, or lack both talent and virtue, but Wu Changkong was completely different. He held nothing back in class, protected his students thoroughly, and taught according to their abilities, doing everything he could to broaden the path of soul masters for his students.

After looking for a while, Lin Xingyu shifted his gaze back to Ye Yingluo. This one was also hopelessly love-brained. He followed Ye Yingluo to Class One's classroom.

Class One's classroom was on the first floor, near the main entrance, so they arrived very quickly.

There were thirty sets of desks and chairs in the classroom, with the podium at the very front.

Ye Yingluo was the first to stand on the podium, watching the others take their seats one by one. Lin Xingyu chose a spot in the middle by the window, Wu Lang sat on his right, and Fu Hongtao and Zhang Yong sat behind him. The four gathered together.

Ye Yingluo stood straight and tall on the podium, her gaze slowly sweeping across the young, immature faces below. The corners of her mouth lifted unconsciously, her heart filled with unconcealable satisfaction.

One had to know that among this year's students, there were actually four seedlings who had already reached the Soul Grandmaster level, and all of them had been assigned to her class! With such exceptionally gifted new students as the foundation, wouldn't this class's future results and glory be as steady as if she had already grasped them in advance?

Wu Changkong, what are you going to use to fight me? A group of students who have only just reached soul master?

For the next six years, Eastsea Academy would be her world!

"Being assigned to Class One is already enough to prove that you are the most outstanding batch in talent among your peers."

"However, talent is only your entry ticket. If you want to truly stand out, I will hold you to the strictest standards from now on."

"In this class, there is no comfort in coasting along, only the struggle of constantly breaking through your limits. I will not loosen my standards just because your starting point is high. On the contrary, I have very high expectations of you. I believe all of you still have enormous potential that has yet to be unearthed. I will demand much of you with high standards, pushing you to keep challenging your own limits and surpassing yourselves."

"Here, there is only stronger, not strongest. I hope that in the future, every one of you can become an outstanding soul master."

Ye Yingluo swept her gaze over every student in Class One. Her calm yet passionate words instantly stirred the emotions of everyone in Class One, setting these youngsters ablaze in an instant.

"I hope you are the strongest now, and that you will still be the strongest in the future!"

"Next, begin introducing yourselves: your name, martial soul, Soul Power Level, and what kind of soul master you aim to become in the future. Start from the first row."

The boy in the first row hurriedly stood up and said, "My name is Lu Xuanming. My martial soul is Ironclad Ape. My soul power is rank sixteen. My future goal is to become a strength-type Assault System Battle Soul Master."

After he finished speaking, he seemed a little anxious as he stood there.

"Not bad. Sit down. Next," Ye Yingluo said, then looked at the next person.

The next person immediately stood up.

When it reached the middle of the first row, a boy stood up proudly and said loudly, "My name is Wei Xiaofeng. My martial soul is Azure Shadow Snake. My soul power is rank twenty-one. I hope to become an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master."

After he finished, he looked proudly at the others, the corners of his mouth seeming to be pulled up by an invisible thread.

"Boom!"

As if thunder had exploded from flat ground, the classroom instantly erupted. Cries of shock rose one after another like surging waves, smashing the original silence to pieces all at once.

Becoming a Soul Grandmaster at nine years old could be called genius no matter where one was. Such a person had hopes of becoming a Soul Elder at twelve, and a twelve-year-old Soul Elder, no matter the era or place, could be called a genius.

"Silence!" Ye Yingluo shouted sharply. As her voice fell, her eyes carried cold pride as she looked down at everyone, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

The classroom quickly quieted down again.

"Next!"

Very soon, it was Lin Xingyu's turn.

"My name is Lin Xingyu. My martial soul is Crimson Gold Armor. My soul power is rank twenty-seven. I hope to become an Assault System Battle Soul Master."

The calm that had just arrived instantly vanished, and even louder cries of shock immediately rang out.

Reaching rank twenty-one soul power at nine years old and reaching rank twenty-seven soul power at nine years old were both Soul Grandmaster, but they were two completely different concepts.

Reaching rank twenty-one soul power at nine years old could only be called genius. But reaching rank twenty-seven soul power at nine years old meant there was hope of becoming a Soul Elder at ten, and even hope of becoming a Soul Ancestor at twelve. Even in the current era, that was enough to be called an unrivaled genius, one rarely seen in decades.

This time, even Ye Yingluo waited a while before shouting everyone down again and making them quiet.

After that, the shock Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi brought was not as great because Lin Xingyu's brilliance had already come first.

They once again stirred discussion in the classroom, but the commotion was much smaller.

Ye Yingluo looked at Lin Xingyu, Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, and Wei Xiaofeng with full confidence.

The next six years were secure!!

In the classroom, Ye Yingluo's gaze was gratified and expectant. "These four students can be called examples. Everyone should learn from them and enter the ranks of Soul Grand Masters as soon as possible." After saying that, she gently tapped the desk, her tone growing heavier. "Classes officially begin tomorrow. There are no shortcuts in cultivation. Do not fear hardship. Throw yourselves into it body and soul, and you will certainly achieve something. Class dismissed."

After saying that, Ye Yingluo turned and left, and the classroom instantly grew lively.

Lin Xingyu was the first to get up and follow Ye Yingluo out of the classroom door, paying no attention to the reactions of the others in the classroom.

Nothing to do today. Return to the dorm and meditate.

Lin Xingyu left the classroom and slowly walked in the direction of the dormitory.

Along the way, he saw that the other classes had also ended, and some students were coming out of the classrooms.

He raised his eyes and saw Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Liu Yuxin talking about something. After recalling the plot of the original work, these two had gone to the park and fought again.

Xie Xie felt that being knocked unconscious by Tang Wulin in the dorm had been because he had been careless for a moment, so he planned to fight again. Unfortunately, he got beaten again, spent tens of thousands of Federal Coins, and even caused Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline to receive stimulation, awakening it somewhat.

It could be called spending his own money to feed his opponent a kill.

After thinking it over, Lin Xingyu still went straight back to the dormitory.

Although Lin Xingyu was extremely curious about the Golden Dragon King's power, which in the God Realm could even press down several great God Kings and beat them, if not for the Golden Dragon King himself being mad, as long as he had a bit of brains, he would still have had no problem retreating in one piece.

Lin Xingyu naturally longed greatly for the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, but with his current ability, forget grabbing a bit of benefit from it—he probably would not understand the first thing even if he looked at it. Better to honestly return to the dormitory and seize the time to meditate!

When he became stronger in the future, there would be plenty of chances to study his Golden Dragon King Bloodline.

Cultivation lay in daily effort and accumulation.

Tang Wulin's jaw-dropping cheat flashed through Lin Xingyu's mind, and the desire for power in his heart instantly grew wildly like weeds.

The blacksmith still needed his own iron to be hard. In the end, he still needed to have power of his own. Otherwise, even if a treasure were placed in front of you, you would not even be able to move it.

He threw himself into cultivation day and night. Martial Saint had long since become the goal he yearned for. Now that the God Realm had vanished, even if one became a god and possessed extraordinary power, one's lifespan would merely stretch a few hundred more years. Longevity was ultimately a mirage, and the path of the gods had clearly been cut off.

Martial Saint's longevity still looked a bit more reliable.