Class One Freshman Assessment Grouping, Zhou Yi Enraged!

Ma Xiao Tao clenched her fists, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes. "An Outer Court student... could it be some hidden genius?"

Yan Shao Zhe shook his head and said, "I've already sent people to investigate. At first, I thought perhaps it was someone sent by the families of those two students to secretly protect them. But after investigating, I found that's impossible. Those two students are named Wang Dong and Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan is from Star Luo City, from the Lin Manor which once controlled the continent's lifeline, though his family has since fallen on hard times. As for Wang Dong, his background is not insignificant, but he doesn't possess such strength."

Seeing this, Ma Xiao Tao said, "Teacher, forget it, don't investigate anymore."

Yan Shao Zhe raised his voice, "This matter concerns your future, how can I not be anxious? If we can find this person, and if they are male, having him become your spouse could resolve the negative effects of the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul within you. Only then can you truly soar in the future. But now, you are completely constrained by your Martial Soul. Not only has your cultivation speed decreased, but it even endangers your life."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiao Tao's pretty face blushed, and she mumbled, "I don't want to get married, and I certainly won't marry someone I don't like just for my Martial Soul."

Yan Shao Zhe sighed, "The problem is, once the Evil Fire within you erupts, it's impossible to suppress!"

Ma Xiao Tao let out a light "hmph," unconvinced. "I can definitely suppress it. I'm not getting married anyway."

"Ma Xiao Tao, if you continue to be willful, I won't acknowledge you as my disciple anymore!"

Seeing her teacher's anger, Ma Xiao Tao immediately restrained her fiery temper and said aggrievedly, "But, Teacher, I..."

Yan Shao Zhe stroked her head, his tone softening. "Silly girl, feelings can be cultivated slowly, but life is only once. Besides, you are so outstanding. No matter what, I will find a good match for you."

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan and Wang Dong, after finishing the grilled fish sold by Huo Yu Hao, returned to the dormitory area. They ate another dinner in the cafeteria before heading back to their dorm. Previously, Wang Dong had already moved his luggage to Lin Yuan's dorm.

In the dorm, Wang Dong was fretting over the two beds pushed together. He looked at the soft fur bedding laid out on Lin Yuan's side. After a moment's hesitation, he moved his own things to the innermost side of the bed, trying to keep as much distance as possible from Lin Yuan's area.

Lin Yuan turned around and saw his constrained demeanor, couldn't help but tease, "What? Afraid I'll hug you again tonight?"

"Who's afraid!" Wang Dong's ears turned red, and he abruptly turned around. "I just think it's better to keep a distance!" Despite saying this, he quietly moved his pillow a little closer to Lin Yuan's side.

Lin Yuan smiled and shook his head, not teasing him further. He walked straight to the side of the bed, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to begin meditating. The Dragon God's Heart circulated slowly, and the surrounding heaven and earth elemental power flowed into his body like a stream, being refined into pure Dragon God Power.

Seeing this, Wang Dong also calmed his mind and sat down on the other side of the bed. He took out the walnut-sized Soul Ascension Pill and popped it into his mouth, taking a gentle bite. Instantly, an extremely rich and fresh aroma burst forth from the pill. He then inhaled lightly, drawing the green liquid into his abdomen through the opening. He didn't even waste the pill's shell, placing it directly in his mouth, chewing it a few times before swallowing.

At this moment, the dorm was filled with a natural, mellow fragrance, as if one had fallen amidst a myriad of flowers. A faint, greenish-blue light gradually appeared on Wang Dong's body, and a rich, fresh aura lingered in the room. With the help of the Soul Ascension Pill, his soul power was increasing at an astonishing rate.

After the initial disruptions of the first two days of school, Lin Yuan's academy life gradually stabilized, and he even began to gain some fame. Part of his fame came from his strength. At eleven years old, with level thirty-nine soul power, his feat of easily suppressing a Soul Elder from the fifth grade made him a "monstrous genius" among freshmen and even senior students.

Another part stemmed from his appearance and demeanor. Silver hair and purple eyes, a cool and detached aura, with occasional displays of laziness and gentleness, made him the "dream male god" for many girls in the academy. Every day, quite a few people would deliberately take detours past the Class One Freshman classroom, just to catch a glimpse of him from afar.

Even the female disciples of the Inner Court were curious about this "Silver-Haired God" of the Outer Court. Inner Court disciples had profound cultivation and far broader horizons than Outer Court students. They generally paid little attention to the excitement among the lower grades, but after the news of him being level thirty-nine at eleven years old and suppressing a Soul Elder with his bare hands spread, even they couldn't help but take notice.

What made Lin Yuan even more helpless was that, no one knew who started it, but a fan club was established for him, and more and more people joined, with senior students making up the majority. Not only did people deliver breakfast and love letters to his classroom door every day, but they also spontaneously organized a "Guardian Yuan Team." As soon as they saw anyone speaking disrespectfully to Lin Yuan, they would immediately step forward to argue, making it seem like he had a group of little followers wherever he went.

In the blink of an eye, three months of study after the freshmen's enrollment concluded. Under Zhou Yi's strict, almost perverted guidance, Class One Freshman had undergone a complete transformation. What greatly shocked the academy's high-level officials was that after three months of Zhou Yi's tutelage, there were still sixty-seven students remaining in Class One Freshman, far exceeding the academy's estimate of only one-third of the students surviving.

If there was one freshman who changed the least during these three months, it had to be Lin Yuan. He had already reached level thirty-nine soul power upon enrollment, and three months later, he remained at level thirty-nine, with no improvement whatsoever. Even so, his position as the "combat ceiling" among the entire freshman year remained unshakeable.

Furthermore, ever since he became the class monitor of Class One Freshman, no one had ever challenged his position. This was not only because of his astonishing strength but also because he always managed to skillfully set the pace during training, helping his classmates break through their limits. He never put on airs and was always gentle and courteous to everyone. Even the most arrogant Wang Dong gradually came to respect him, let alone the other students. This was also an important reason why two-thirds of the students remained in Class One Freshman despite Zhou Yi's strict teaching.

During these three months, Lin Yuan had grown a bit taller, his originally slightly immature physique becoming even more upright. His long hair, tied up by a silver-white ribbon, cascaded to his shoulders. His purple eyes were still clear, but now held a hint of maturity. Even wearing the most ordinary white school uniform, it couldn't conceal his innate nobility.

"Today's physical training class is suspended," Zhou Yi said from behind the podium, her expression still calm. "It's been three months since the start of school, and you are about to undergo your first assessment since entering Shrek Academy. Only by passing the assessment can you officially become a first-year student and a true member of Shrek Academy. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be able to cultivate at the academy until at least the first-year graduation exam. The assessment begins tomorrow, and today I will explain the key points of the assessment to you. Lin Yuan."

"Here," Lin Yuan stood up and walked to the podium, taking a stack of papers from Zhou Yi and quickly distributing them to every student in the class.

Zhou Yi slowly said, "After the freshman assessment, we will teach according to aptitude. Write down your future cultivation direction and hand it to me later."

Lin Yuan returned to his seat and was the last to write down his goal: Control, Assault type Battle Soul Master, followed by his signature. He didn't notice that Wang Dong, sitting beside him, glanced at what he had written before starting to fill in his own preference, but he didn't read it completely, missing the words "Assault type" at the end.

"You are all students I have taught. Although you will be re-assigned after the freshman assessment, I hope you brats don't forget what I've taught you. Hand in the papers after class. For now, I will explain the rules of the freshman assessment."

"The freshman assessment will be conducted in the form of team battles, with three people per team. The grouping requirement is that there can be at most one Assault type Battle Soul Master, with no restrictions on the other two team members. When grouping, students from the same dorm will be prioritized to be in the same group. The remaining students will form groups freely. Those who cannot form groups will be decided by drawing lots. I will give you a reasonable grouping plan later. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can adjust it yourselves after going back. However, when I report the final list tomorrow morning, if no one raises any objections, you must strictly follow my arrangements, otherwise, you know the consequences."

"This freshman assessment will be conducted uniformly for the entire grade. In recent years, the number of students in the academy has increased, and there are nearly three hundred participating teams this time. Only half will remain, meaning the top one hundred and fifty teams. The ranking will be based on combat points. Each group must participate in at least ten battles, ranked by the number of wins. Among them, the top sixty-four teams will enter the knockout stage. The top four teams in the knockout stage will receive different rewards, with the champion team's reward being particularly precious. Our class currently has sixty-seven students, which can be divided into twenty-two groups, with one person left over. I have already classified and analyzed you based on your Martial Soul characteristics and completed the grouping in advance."

"Song Qing Han," Zhou Yi said sternly.

"Here," a small, thin student quickly stood up.

Zhou Yi said, "Each freshman class homeroom teacher can nominate one special admission student who will directly pass the assessment. The person I have chosen is you. After observation, I believe you are more suited to continue your cultivation in the Soul Tool Department. Do you have any problems?"

"I am willing, thank you, Teacher Zhou!" Song Qing Han was so excited he almost jumped up. His purpose in coming to Shrek Academy was to enter the Soul Tool Department.

Zhou Yi waved him to sit down and then said, "Now, let's begin grouping. Group one: Lin Yuan, Huo Yu Hao, Wang Dong. Group two: Xiao Xiao..."

"Alright, it's decided. If you have any objections, raise them now. You have one day to consider after going back. Now, hand in the papers you have in your hands, and then you can be dismissed. Rest well when you get back, and no one is allowed to mess around. The freshman assessment that begins tomorrow, I expect all twenty-two of your groups to advance. Anyone who gets eliminated will not only have to pack their bags and leave, but I will also leave you with some unforgettable memories. Lin Yuan, Wang Dong, Huo Yu Hao, Xiao Xiao, you four stay behind."

After handing over the white papers with their future cultivation inclinations, the other students left the classroom and returned to their dorms, leaving only the four of them. At this time, other classes were still enthusiastically discussing the freshman assessment groupings.

"Hand them over. Wang Dong, what are you hiding?" As Zhou Yi was about to take the white papers from the four, Wang Dong immediately lowered his head, took a step back, and hid behind Lin Yuan.

Zhou Yi looked at the four white papers in her hand, her eyes twitching slightly. She then looked up at the four. Under her sharp gaze, except for Lin Yuan, the other three felt as if their bodies had been seen through.

"Fine! You guys, are you deliberately trying to put me in my place?" As she spoke, Zhou Yi picked up one of the white papers, slapped it on the table, and said coldly, "Control type."

Then she took out a second paper and slammed it heavily on the table. "Control type!"

Her voice clearly rose a few decibels. Lin Yuan looked at Wang Dong beside him; this second paper was clearly his.

"Bang!" Zhou Yi's final slap almost shattered the podium. "Still control type! And my great class monitor Lin, why did you also write control type! Are you guys deliberately doing this, you little scoundrels?"

"Teacher Zhou, have you misunderstood? I wrote Control type and Assault type," Lin Yuan stepped forward, pointing to the writing on his paper, and said calmly, "My Martial Soul is the Elemental Dragon, which is between control and assault, so I wrote both."