The First Class

Early morning.

Lin Xingyu got up early to exercise, went to the school cafeteria and spent six thousand Federal Coins on six Grade A Meals, then quickly finished them. They were all Hundred-Year Soul Beast meat, and they tasted quite good. At the very least, on this point, the school probably was not making money. On his way to the classroom, he had already heard that the school had begun spreading the legend of a second big eater.

When Lin Xingyu slowly arrived at the classroom, Ye Yingluo was already standing at the lectern, waiting to begin class. If nothing else, she was very responsible as a teacher.

The students filed in, their steps hurried yet light. After entering the classroom, they quickly found their seats. In moments, the noise in the room seemed to have been muted, leaving only silence.

Ye Yingluo stood straight at the lectern. The chalk in her hand tapped lightly against the blackboard, making a crisp sound. Her gaze swept over the students of Class One below, and she said, "Starting today, formal study begins. In the morning, you'll have theory classes to polish your foundation of knowledge; in the afternoon, you'll have practical combat classes to hone your real combat ability. Now, let's begin today's first theory class."

"First, we need to know the direction of our future cultivation development. Since ancient times, Soul Masters have been divided into many systems according to the differing abilities of their martial souls: Assault System, Agility Attack System, Support System, Food System, Control System, Defense System. Some develop to the extreme in one direction, while others develop in a balanced way. With the development of Soul Tools and mechas, these divisions have become somewhat blurred and more streamlined, but the growth direction of your own martial soul will not change. The current classifications are Assault System, Agility Attack System, Defense System, Control System, and Support System."

"You can use Soul Tools to make up for your own shortcomings, but you have no way to change your martial soul."

"Unlike in junior academy, in intermediate academy, we have to start determining our future cultivation direction. Yesterday, you all stated your goals, but today I still need to explain to you in detail the concepts and characteristics of each cultivation direction."

"When choosing a cultivation direction, you not only have to consider the type of your martial soul, but also the direction of your future development. This can be said to be something closely tied to every single one of you."

"For Soul Masters, every Soul Ring is precious. It can determine the cultivation direction of each of you. Determining the right cultivation direction can make your life much smoother, while the wrong cultivation direction will make you achieve half the results with twice the effort in cultivation..."

At first, Lin Xingyu was filled with anticipation, his excitement burning like a flame. Yet in the blink of an eye, that enthusiasm was doused with cold water and went out with a hiss, leaving him listless.

What Ye Yingluo was talking about was nothing but introductory Soul Master theory. To him, it was all old news. Long ago, he had already committed all of this content to memory.

Before his Martial Soul Awakening, Lin Xingyu had already read many Soul Master books and materials to prepare for his future cultivation. After his awakening, the manifestation of High-Dimensional Vision allowed Lin Xingyu's Spiritual Power cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds. His powerful Spiritual Power made his study of theory even faster.

Now, among Lin Xingyu's secondary professions, the one progressing the fastest was Mecha Design.

What Lin Xingyu had never expected was that once High-Dimensional Vision was activated, theoretical work like Mecha Design became as easy as putting together a puzzle.

It could be said to be all talent, with no sweat at all.

He casually looked out the window. On the field, Wu Changkong had already begun training with Class Five. Wu Changkong had the students fight in pairs to figure out each person's abilities, then taught according to their different abilities and traits, designing different teaching methods for them.

Wu Changkong's strength was outstanding, and his insight was extraordinary, far beyond what the homeroom teachers of the other four classes could compare to. He could accurately perceive every student's potential and future, then give profound evaluations.

By contrast, Ye Yingluo could neither teach every student with the same meticulous care as Wu Changkong, nor give targeted guidance based on each student's characteristics.

It was a matter of personal cultivation level. Still, Ye Yingluo taught the basics very well, and she was quite pretty too.

Lin Xingyu suddenly snapped back to himself, forcefully gathering in his scattered thoughts, and took a deep breath. In an instant, the surrounding clamor seemed to be cut off from him. He gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness, the Cultivation Method within his body quietly circulating, and his breathing grew steady and long.

The morning passed quickly. At the end, Ye Yingluo said, "This morning, I have already explained the reasons for choosing a cultivation direction. Everyone, think carefully again about your own cultivation direction. Write down your cultivation direction and attach an analysis of your reasons. It doesn't need to be too long, and you don't need to feel too much pressure. You are still young, and your cultivation direction has not been completely fixed yet. It can be changed."

"Write according to your own intentions. Write out your strengths and advantages. Hand it to me in class tomorrow. It must not be fewer than two hundred words."

The classroom instantly rang with one miserable cry after another.

Ye Yingluo cast one last look at the students of Class One and said, "Also, Lin Xingyu will temporarily serve as Class One's class president. Collect everything tomorrow and hand it to me. Any objections? If there are no objections, then it's decided!"

"Teacher, I have an objection. I think the class president should be chosen based on a person's ability, not selected directly!" As soon as Ye Yingluo finished speaking, Wei Xiaofeng stood up at once and said loudly.

In an instant, everyone's gaze turned to Wei Xiaofeng.

Ye Yingluo had not expected someone to so bluntly refute her words. She looked at Wei Xiaofeng and said, "Student Wei Xiaofeng, is it? You have an objection to Lin Xingyu serving as class president? Fine. This afternoon was originally arranged as a practical combat class anyway. When the time comes, we'll hold a match. Everyone will participate, and the final winner will be class president."

"That works, Teacher Ye," Wei Xiaofeng said.

Ye Yingluo then looked toward Lin Xingyu and asked, "Lin Xingyu, what about you?"

"No problem. Everyone can challenge me. I'll tell them that even between geniuses, there are gaps! If I lose, I'll give them the class president position!"

As Lin Xingyu threw out those words, the classroom seemed like a powder keg set alight, instantly becoming lively beyond measure. The students' excitement all burst out.

The atmosphere in the classroom was like a lit fuse, crackling as it heated up rapidly, and everyone's emotions were completely ignited. The students, who had still seemed a little quiet just moments ago, now all had flushed cheeks and shining eyes, chattering nonstop, so excited they could hardly contain themselves.

Even Zhang Yangzi, who was usually as steady as a mountain, and the silent Wang Jinxi no longer had calm eyes. Light flickered in their gazes, clearly stirred by the lively atmosphere as well.

Ye Yingluo looked at the classroom, which had already become as noisy as a marketplace, and sighed helplessly. She raised her hand and lightly knocked on the tabletop, trying to draw the students' attention, but it had little effect. In the end, she raised her voice and announced crisply, "Class dismissed!"

Lin Xingyu went straight to the cafeteria to eat.

The practical combat class in the afternoon was held on the field.

All the students spread out and formed a circle. Ye Yingluo stood in the middle, acting as referee.

The first match: Lin Xingyu vs. Wei Xiaofeng.

Wei Xiaofeng looked at Lin Xingyu across from him, then suddenly stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, and slowly rotated it, turning his wrist so that his thumb pointed downward in a provocative gesture. This internationally recognized friendly gesture instantly made Lin Xingyu feel a rare spark of anger toward this little brat.

He decided to give him a proper beating! To show him exactly why the flowers were so red!