Wujin

At such a young age, Ye Yingluo had become First Class's homeroom teacher. Whether in cultivation or teaching ability, she was exceptionally capable.

She might not have measured up to a prodigy like Wu Zhangkong, who had come from Shrek Academy's Inner Court, but she was unquestionably among the very best in Eastsea City.

If not for freakish existences like Tang Wulin and Gu Yue in Zero Class, who possessed the bloodlines of the Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King, Wu Zhangkong would never have been Ye Yingluo's match in Eastsea Academy's Class Advancement Tournament.

It was precisely because Eastsea Academy's leadership had seen this that they retained First Class while establishing Zero Class.

"Teacher Ye, I think you have misunderstood. Yes, I did go to Zero Class before, and Teacher Wu did reject me. But that was after I had passed his assessment," Xia Yi said in a deep voice.

Just as Gu Yue had said, Ye Yingluo had always harbored hostility toward Wu Zhangkong. The moment she heard that Xia Yi had passed Wu Zhangkong's assessment, her interest was immediately piqued, though suspicion still lingered in her eyes.

Although she despised Wu Zhangkong, she still knew something about him. She did not believe Xia Yi, with only rank ten cultivation, could pass Wu Zhangkong's assessment.

There was another point: she did not believe Wu Zhangkong would go back on his word. If Xia Yi had truly passed the assessment, then Wu Zhangkong should not have rejected his entry into Zero Class.

"Did you really pass Wu Zhangkong's assessment?" For the first time, Ye Yingluo's beautiful eyes settled on Xia Yi, no longer regarding him lightly.

Xia Yi nodded and smiled. "Of course. If you don't believe me, you can use the Soul Guidance Communicator to check with the school infirmary. Tang Wulin from Zero Class was just beaten by me badly enough to be hospitalized."

"There's no need to call. I believe you would not tell such a clumsy lie to deceive me." Ye Yingluo shook her head, then continued, "I can agree to let you join First Class. However, passing Wu Zhangkong's assessment does not mean you can pass mine. How about this? First Class has a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster. If you can last three minutes against him without him using soul skills, I'll agree to let you join First Class."

"No problem." Xia Yi nodded without hesitation. He refused to believe anyone in First Class could be more terrifying than Na'er.

The reason Na'er had been able to exhaust Xia Yi's Soul Power in a minute was because Xia Yi had deliberately spent his Soul Power clashing head-on with her in order to test his limits. If he had fought Na'er in a mobile battle, she could never have depleted all his Soul Power in such a short time.

Besides, Na'er had used a soul skill.

Against a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster who could not use soul skills, Xia Yi was confident that not only could he last three minutes, he could even defeat him.

"You seem quite confident. Go wait at the training grounds first. I'll bring someone over to find you." Seeing Xia Yi's confident smile, Ye Yingluo grew curious as well. She did not know where his confidence came from.

"Alright!" Xia Yi nodded and left with Gu Yue.

The moment they stepped outside, Gu Yue gave Xia Yi a helpless look. She had originally wanted to tell Ye Yingluo that Xia Yi's First Soul Skill was merely an auxiliary soul skill.

If she had, Ye Yingluo definitely would not have made him fight another Soul Master.

At most, she would have asked Xia Yi to demonstrate his soul skill.

Gu Yue believed that as long as Ye Yingluo saw Xia Yi's soul skill, she would certainly agree to let him join First Class.

Yet Xia Yi had not given her any chance to speak and had directly agreed to Ye Yingluo's demand.

"Your opponent should be Wei Xiaofeng. His martial soul is the Azure Shadow Snake," Gu Yue said gravely as she looked at Xia Yi. First Class had originally had three Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters, but Tang Wulin, Zhang Ziyang, and Wang Jinxi had dropped out, leaving only Wei Xiaofeng.

This was also one of the reasons Ye Yingluo hated Wu Zhangkong.

Perhaps someone in First Class would break through to Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster during this period, but their cultivation would definitely be inferior to Wei Xiaofeng's.

In that case, Xia Yi's opponent should be Wei Xiaofeng.

At Eastsea Academy's training grounds, Gu Yue was telling Xia Yi about the process of their fight against Wei Xiaofeng during the previous Class Advancement Tournament, hoping to help Xia Yi understand Wei Xiaofeng better.

So that Xia Yi would not lose too miserably.

Just then, Ye Yingluo approached with a youth.

Calling him a youth was not entirely accurate. He was tall, nearly as tall as Ye Yingluo, dressed in white with white hair, sword-like brows, bright eyes, a broad face, and a high forehead. Simply standing there, he exuded an imposing presence.

Unlike his imposing appearance, his aura was cold and aloof. Even his gaze was as cold as ice and snow that had endured for ten thousand years. It suited his white clothing and hair well. He somewhat resembled the cold, proud male idol Wu Zhangkong, but he was handsome without looking feminine, sturdy and fierce.

"This is the Wei Xiaofeng you mentioned?" Xia Yi looked toward Gu Yue. As far as he knew, a Soul Master's martial soul would influence their appearance to some extent.

Experienced Soul Masters could even roughly deduce a Soul Master's martial soul from their appearance.

If anyone told Xia Yi that the youth before him possessed a snake-type martial soul, he would never believe it.

"I don't know him." Gu Yue shook her head. Her attention was usually focused solely on Tang Wulin, and there were very few people in all of Eastsea Academy whom she knew.

She knew Wei Xiaofeng only because of the Class Advancement Tournament.

As for this youth Ye Yingluo had brought, Gu Yue had never paid him any attention at all.

However, since Ye Yingluo had asked him to fight, his cultivation should not have been weaker than Wei Xiaofeng's.

"Xia Yi defeated Tang Wulin of Zero Class. Although his methods were somewhat underhanded, a victory is a victory. Later, no matter what, you must deal with him within three minutes. I want Wu Zhangkong to see that our First Class is no worse than his Zero Class." Ye Yingluo looked at the youth beside her and spoke in a deep voice.

Though she had said earlier that she believed Xia Yi, after Xia Yi and Gu Yue left, she had immediately sought confirmation from the school infirmary.

Apart from concealing matters related to Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, the infirmary told her everything else.

Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li's identity was far too special. Without her permission, Eastsea Academy's infirmary truly did not dare reveal her whereabouts.

"No problem!" The youth in white coldly uttered three words. His icy voice even sent a chill through Ye Yingluo, who possessed Soul King cultivation.

It was a chill that came from the depths of her heart, carrying a sense of deathly stillness. Even though she had grown used to it, every time the youth in white spoke, Ye Yingluo still felt uncomfortable all over.

"This is Wujin. He will not use soul skills. As long as you can last three minutes against him, you will pass the assessment." Ye Yingluo pointed at the youth in white as she introduced him to Xia Yi.

"No problem." Xia Yi nodded, his expression somewhat solemn. For some reason, the cold aura around Wujin made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Since that is settled, you may both prepare yourselves. I have already informed the teachers of the other classes in our year. Once they arrive, you can begin." Ye Yingluo's lips curled upward, her smugness practically written across her face.

"Why do we have to wait for the teachers from the academy's other classes?" Xia Yi asked curiously.

"I want Wu Zhangkong to see with his own eyes how you, who defeated his prized disciple, will be defeated by my student." Ye Yingluo did not hide it in the slightest, her smile dazzling.

Not only Xia Yi, but even Gu Yue and Wujin had the corners of their mouths twitch slightly.

Sure enough, it was best not to offend women.