Incomprehensible

"What did you say? Cash it in?!"

Du Weilun's eyes went wide, filled with disbelief.

"Jiang Ming, look at it properly. This is a Spirit Bone! A Spirit Bone countless Soul Masters dream of obtaining! And you're telling me you want to cash it in?!"

Du Weilun looked as if he had heard something utterly unprecedented. Even with his current cultivation as an eighty-plus-ranked Soul Douluo, and with decades of experience roaming the Soul Master world, he had never seen anyone whose first thought after receiving a Spirit Bone was to turn it into cash!

This was a Spirit Bone!

Had the world changed too quickly for him to keep up with the times, or what?!

"Uh, I know this is a Spirit Bone, but neither Ling Luochen nor I can use this thing. Instead of leaving it in my hands to gather dust, I might as well trade it for something useful.

"Or maybe you could swap it for a high-quality Spirit Bone?"

A trace of anticipation appeared in Jiang Ming's eyes.

If it were a high-quality Spirit Bone, then he definitely couldn't ignore it, nor would he be foolish enough to cash it in.

The corners of Du Weilun's mouth twitched as he looked at Jiang Ming's handsome little face.

His impression of the boy had originally been pretty good, but now, for some reason, he felt this brat was asking for a beating.

A high-quality Spirit Bone?

I want a high-quality Spirit Bone too!

You're only the champion of the Freshman Assessment, not the champion of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament. Giving you a Spirit Bone is already an extraordinary reward, and you still want a high-quality Spirit Bone? How can you even dream that big?!

Du Weilun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed all the retorts in his heart, maintaining the dignity of a teaching director.

"A high-quality Spirit Bone? Dream on! This is the one. Take it or leave it!"

After saying that, Du Weilun turned and left at once, lest he be angered further by this brat Jiang Ming.

"Honestly, these days even Spirit Bones get looked down on. What kind of world is this?"

Holding the Spirit Bone in his hand, Jiang Ming looked at the departing figure of the teaching director, then turned back to look at Ling Luochen.

"Does your family have enough money? How about I sell this thing to your family, and we split the money?"

Ling Luochen also had no idea what to say. She looked at the dark-red Spirit Bone in Jiang Ming's hand and slowly said, "You're... really that disgusted by this Spirit Bone?"

Jiang Ming shook his head and put the Spirit Bone into the matching pouch Du Weilun had given him. The fatal temptation the Spirit Bone exuded toward Soul Masters vanished.

"Not exactly. I just don't need this Spirit Bone. Forget it, I'll go take a look at the auctions in Shrek City in a while. Maybe it can fetch a good price."

As he spoke, Jiang Ming seemed to think of something. He walked over to Ling Luochen and asked, "Right, most of Shrek City is the academy's property. If we use our status as Core Disciples to auction something off, does that mean they won't charge us a handling fee?"

Silence.

Ling Luochen could only answer with silence.

If the thing in Jiang Ming's hand hadn't truly been a Spirit Bone, she would have felt as if it were just some ordinary bone.

"Are you really that short on money?"

This was already the second time Ling Luochen had asked this question. She was genuinely curious whether Jiang Ming owed loan sharks or something else.

He was only twelve years old, yet all he thought about every day was making money.

Hearing this, Jiang Ming's expression stiffened slightly, then he smiled.

"You wouldn't understand me. Sometimes, it isn't just about money."

With that, Jiang Ming waved his hand and headed toward the classroom.

Ling Luochen didn't understand why, but she seemed to see something in Jiang Ming's back.

He seemed... to be carrying many things.

The teaching schedule at Shrek Academy was very intense. After the award ceremony ended that morning, everyone returned to the classroom, preparing to be divided into classes.

A Soul Master's cultivation was something that required great care. Different Martial Souls had different cultivation methods. The first three months after new students enrolled were merely to let these students become familiar with Shrek Academy.

This kind of thing was similar to military training in Jiang Ming's previous life, a prelude to the beginning of formal instruction.

After the Freshman Assessment, the new students would be sorted into classes according to the characteristics of their Martial Souls.

Attack-type and control system cultivation methods were similar, so these two types of Soul Masters would be placed in the same class. It was the same for other Martial Souls.

Judging by the situation, Attack-type Soul Masters and Control System Soul Masters were much stronger overall than the students in the other classes, so the academy would also choose the most outstanding teachers to teach this class.

As for how they judged which teachers were the most outstanding...

Naturally, it was through the Freshman Assessment. In one Freshman Assessment, both the champion and the runner-up were in Zhou Yi's class. Even though the new students Zhou Yi had expelled midway had reported her to the academy, it still hadn't affected Zhou Yi.

Of course, as the teaching director, Du Weilun still reprimanded Zhou Yi.

But Zhou Yi said she still wouldn't change. Her teaching philosophy was very simple: anyone who loafed around or tried to get by through trickery was rejected without exception.

This wasn't a matter of talent, but of attitude.

How you slacked off after class was none of her business; the academy had its own system of assessments and eliminations. But if you laughed and joked during class, loafing around and cutting corners, then you might as well be out of her sight.

After Zhou Yi gave that reason, Du Weilun said he could understand. Teachers never liked that kind of student.

But expelling them outright would have too great an impact. Even letting those people be eliminated in the Freshman Assessment would have been fine; they were simply not strong enough, and they would have to accept it.

Expelling them ahead of time was different. If the families and factions behind those people came to complain, it would be a real headache, and Dean Yan Shaozhe certainly would not handle such trivial trouble. It would still fall to him, the teaching director.

In the end, Du Weilun still failed to persuade Zhou Yi.

But the Head Teacher of Class 1, First Year was also settled: it would be Zhou Yi.

Only, to balance out Zhou Yi's fiery temper, Du Weilun also assigned Zhou Yi an assistant head teacher.

At the very least, he hoped she would stop expelling people at the drop of a hat. Negotiating with the families of those expelled students was genuinely annoying.

As for whether it would have any effect, that remained unknown for now.

Class placement did not produce many surprises, and it was completed in a single morning.

Moreover, thanks to Zhou Yi's fearsome reputation in the first year, although there were many newcomers in the class, not a single student dared to joke around in front of her, even though her soft, beautiful appearance did not seem stern no matter how one looked at it.

It was worth mentioning that when they selected the class monitor and Vice Class Monitor that morning, Zhou Yi originally wanted to choose Jiang Ming as class monitor, but Jiang Ming refused.

The reason was simple: he did not have time.

Before Jiang Ming transmigrated here, he had once been a class monitor. If nothing else, there was never a shortage of all kinds of tasks. He did not even have enough time for himself, so how could he possibly become class monitor?

However, even though Jiang Ming refused, Zhou Yi still made Jiang Ming the class monitor.

Jiang Ming had stood out too much during the Freshman Assessment. Only with him as class monitor would everyone be convinced.

As for the issue of time, Zhou Yi did not intend to have Jiang Ming, the class monitor, do much. She only needed him to set an example for the people in class.

Look, your class monitor had extraordinary talent and powerful strength, yet he still worked so hard at cultivating. What right did any of you have not to work hard at cultivation?

The role of a leader was still very effective in cultivating a good learning environment.