Unlucky Ye Chen

Unlucky Ye Chen

"What are you doing hiding in the corner? I thought you hadn't come. Though I suppose you wouldn't dare skip my class!"

Upon seeing Ye Chen, the old woman nodded in satisfaction. Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a shattered gong.

Without paying any attention to Ye Chen, who stood alone in the back in a state of confusion, she began introducing herself.

"My name is Zhou Yi. I am your homeroom teacher." Zhou Yi's introduction was as sharp and domineering as ever, making Ye Chen's heart pound.

As the son of the Soul Tool Department's dean and vice dean, Ye Chen had naturally met Fan Yu's wife, the top instructor of the Soul Tool Department, more than once.

The two were fairly familiar with each other, and Zhou Yi knew Ye Chen's talent very well. To be honest, when she learned that Ye Chen would be joining her class, she had been happy for quite some time.

But precisely because of that, Zhou Yi's expectations for Ye Chen might be even higher than for the others.

After Zhou Yi laid out her requirements, indignant expressions appeared on the students' faces. They had all been carefully selected by various powers across the continent and were elites among their peers. When had they ever been belittled like this?

In the eyes of their elders, they had always been unquestionable geniuses. Yet in Teacher Zhou's mouth, they had all become useless trash.

The pride in their hearts immediately took a heavy blow.

"Ye Chen will be Class One's class monitor from now on. I hope you can set a positive example." Only then did Zhou Yi turn her attention to Ye Chen, who had been standing there for quite a while. Her tone left no room for objection.

A position like class monitor was something these students, all of whom considered themselves exceptionally gifted, had originally been determined to obtain.

Yet Zhou Yi had not even bothered to get to know them before appointing someone directly. It reeked of favoritism.

"Teacher, I refuse to accept this! Why does he get to be class monitor?" one student stood up and said indignantly. His words echoed the thoughts of the other students.

"If you refuse to accept it, you can get out immediately. As the homeroom teacher, I have the right to appoint whoever I want as class monitor, and I also have the privilege of expelling students."

Zhou Yi spoke calmly in her hoarse voice.

A terrifying aura surged from her body. Two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings—the standard optimal configuration—rose from beneath her feet. The powerful fluctuations of soul power pressed down on every student, making them feel as though they could barely breathe.

The student who had objected earlier instantly fell silent and did not dare say another word.

Even so, Wang Dong continued staring at Ye Chen with an unconvinced look.

From the first moment she saw Ye Chen upon entering the room, she had been stunned by his appearance.

Ever since disguising herself as a boy, this was the first boy she had seen who was even more handsome than her. Driven by her intense competitive spirit, she naturally refused to accept it.

Even though Wang Dong admitted that Ye Chen was handsome, she did not believe that his strength could surpass hers as well.

In this world, where strength represented status, one had to possess sufficient power to truly win others over.

Huo Yuhao, on the other hand, had no particular thoughts about it. He did not care who became class monitor.

Though he did not know how strong Ye Chen was, he recognized his character.

"I know you're still unconvinced. Don't say I'm using my position to bully you. Today, I'll let you little brats who call yourselves geniuses see what a true genius is. Xiao Chen, introduce yourself and show them your martial soul!"

Zhou Yi spoke calmly. In truth, ever since learning that Ye Chen would be entering her class, she had planned to use him to spur the other students on.

Everything she had said earlier was merely preparation for this moment.

You've already released your soul rings, and you still say you're not using your position to bully us! This was the thought shared by most of the students in the classroom, though none of them dared say it aloud.

In fact, Ye Chen gave them a very solid lesson just a few minutes later.

He could more or less guess Zhou Yi's intentions, so he cooperatively began introducing himself.

"Ye Chen, eleven years and three months old. Martial soul: Fusang Divine Tree. Twenty-ninth-level Battle Soul Master!" Ye Chen said calmly, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

Since they had not yet been assigned to different departments, Ye Chen only referred to himself as a Battle Soul Master.

Although everyone was shocked by Ye Chen's Soul Power Level, it was not entirely beyond their ability to accept.

Among the students present, there were quite a few with soul power above level twenty, Wang Dong being one example.

But what truly shattered their common sense was Ye Chen's martial soul.

A powerful aura of light suddenly erupted from Ye Chen's body, as though a small sun had appeared inside the classroom.

As he mobilized his soul power, the Fusang Divine Tree martial soul slowly floated before him, radiating ultimate light.

Everyone in the room apart from Ye Chen and Zhou Yi stared blankly, frozen in shock.

Leaving aside the never-before-seen Fusang Divine Tree martial soul, the two bright purple soul rings alone made everyone dizzy.

The maximum age limit for a first soul ring was around five hundred years. This was common knowledge among nearly every soul master.

But what were the two Thousand-Year Soul Rings on Ye Chen's body supposed to mean?

It was as though their worldview had collapsed in an instant.

"What exactly is Brother Chen's martial soul? Why does it have such a sacred aura?" Huo Yuhao stared at Ye Chen in shock, feeling as if his mind could no longer process it.

When he had first seen Ye Chen's Twin Pupils, he had assumed that Ye Chen's martial soul was similar to his own and related to the eyes. The truth, however, had far exceeded his expectations.

Huo Yuhao looked at the incomparably dazzling Ye Chen, a trace of envy flashing through his eyes. At the same time, his determination to become stronger grew even firmer.

If his talent was lacking, then he would make up for it with hard work. He believed that one day, he too would shine as brilliantly as Ye Chen did now.

But what he did not know was that Ye Chen, whose talent was unparalleled, also trained with near-mad desperation.

Wang Dong's beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Ye Chen's two Thousand-Year Soul Rings as she sank into deep thought.

Even she had not dared to exceed that limit with her first soul ring, only daring to attach a thousand-year soul ring as her second. So how had Ye Chen done it?

Moreover, their martial souls both possessed the Light Attribute, yet her Light Goddess Butterfly seemed to have encountered its nemesis. Under the suppression of that sacred, radiant aura, even she herself felt a slight tremor.

Although she had heard of this long ago, this was Zhou Yi's first time truly seeing Ye Chen's martial soul and soul rings.

Those two bright purple soul rings were enough to shock even her, let alone these freshmen who had only just enrolled.

Seeing the students' reactions, Zhou Yi nodded in satisfaction. Ye Chen promptly withdrew his Fusang Divine Tree martial soul as well.

He had not revealed that he possessed Twin Martial Souls. This alone was enough to help Zhou Yi achieve her purpose.

Aside from Ye Chen himself, only the senior elders of Sea God's Pavilion knew that he possessed Twin Martial Souls.

Even his "great-nephew," Bei Bei, only knew about his first martial soul.

"Are you convinced now? If you are, then all of you head to the training field and run a hundred laps. With physiques as weak as yours, you still dare call yourselves geniuses?"

"Let me remind you: if you fail to finish within one shichen, get the hell out!"

Zhou Yi's unquestionable voice rang out again. This time, no one uttered another word of nonsense. They obediently left through the front door and went off to run laps.

After witnessing that scene, they were convinced—but they refused to admit defeat.

They were all the same age. Why could someone else do it while they could not?

With that thought, all other distractions vanished from their hearts, leaving only the drive to grow stronger.

Ye Chen sat at the back of the classroom, chuckling with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Looks like these freshmen really can't escape this ordeal after all, huh?"

"Ye Chen, what are you dawdling around in the back for? Hurry up and catch up!" Seeing Ye Chen's gloating expression, Zhou Yi could not help but shout angrily.

"Huh? I have to run too?" Ye Chen was slightly bewildered as he looked at Zhou Yi suspiciously.

"Isn't that obvious? You're the class monitor, so you need to set an example. I won't impose any other conditions on you—just run a hundred more laps than everyone else."

Zhou Yi rolled her eyes, her tone incredibly calm, as though an extra hundred laps were the simplest thing in the world.

Ye Chen instantly had no idea what to say.

He had just been taking pleasure in their misfortune, only for disaster to strike him in the very next moment.

Sure enough, you really can't get too smug!

Ye Chen thought miserably, absolute despair filling his gem-like eyes.