Opening Ceremony, Wu Changkong of Class Five!

The sun was high in the sky. It was time for the opening ceremony.

The ceremony was held in Eastsea Academy's central plaza. Only at times like this would the students from the Advanced Department and Intermediate Department gather together.

The Intermediate Department students were divided from lower to higher classes. Each grade had around a hundred students, totaling only seven or eight hundred.

There were noticeably fewer students in the Advanced Department, with only around two hundred in total. Even so, they were divided into three grades, which showed just how strict Eastsea Academy's Advanced Department admissions were.

"Students, please quiet down. Next, let us welcome Dean Yu to give a speech!"

Eastsea Academy's principal was an elderly man in his sixties. He was of average build and looked rather unremarkable, with graying hair, glasses, and a scholarly air.

"Hello, students. Every year at this time, I cannot help but feel deeply moved."

"A group of students from the Intermediate Department and Advanced Department will be graduating, while the academy will also welcome fresh blood. I hope you will not disappoint the Federation's expectations and will work hard to learn the knowledge of Soul Masters!"

This principal was quite eloquent, but his speech also had a hypnotic effect, making the new students begin to feel drowsy.

Only after a quarter of an hour did the principal gradually bring his speech to an end.

Finally came the most important part of the opening ceremony: assigning the new students to classes!

Immediately afterward, the other students left one after another, leaving only the first-year Intermediate Department students behind to await their class assignments.

The assignment process was simple. The academy had already investigated the students' strength, Innate Soul Power, Soul Power, Martial Souls, Spiritual Power, and other attributes, and assigned classes according to their overall abilities.

Director Long Hengxu stepped onto the stage, gave a few motivational remarks, and began assigning classes.

As expected, Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Zhou Changxi were all assigned to Class Five, the weakest class with the poorest resources. There were twenty students in total.

When they learned the result, regret showed on Xie Xie and Zhou Changxi's faces. Only Fang Yang and Tang Wulin remained calm.

"I avoided his edge?"

Because they had fought on the first day of school, they had all been assigned to Class Five.

Aside from the four people from Fang Yang's dormitory, the other students assigned to Class Five looked like wilted eggplants, completely dispirited. A few girls even had reddened eyes.

"Alright, homeroom teachers, please lead your students back to their classrooms," Long Hengxu announced.

Then, five teachers emerged, one of whom walked toward Class Five.

Aside from Fang Yang, all the other students were slightly stunned when they saw him.

He was a tall, handsome male teacher dressed in white clothes as pure as snow. His Ice Blue Long Hair was tied back with a silver hairband.

His eyes were dark green, matching his blue hair and giving him an unusual aura. However, his face was expressionless, and his gaze was icy.

This was Wu Changkong!

"Follow me!"

Wu Changkong spoke only three words, yet every student felt a bone-piercing chill, a chill that arose from deep within their hearts.

Almost every student shuddered. Only Fang Yang and Tang Wulin remained unaffected.

The Heavenly Flames circulated within Fang Yang's body, naturally warding off the cold.

As for Tang Wulin, after his Bloodline Awakening, his physical constitution had also far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Wu Changkong's gaze lingered on Fang Yang and Tang Wulin for an extra second, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

Fang Yang thought, This casual chill really is worthy of Wu Changkong...

His mere presence allowed people to sense the coldness of his aura. That was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

After finishing his test of the students, Wu Changkong walked ahead and led them to the classroom.

Class Five was the worst class. Its classroom was on the first floor, tucked away at the innermost end, making it the farthest to reach.

The classroom had thirty sets of desks and chairs, with the podium at the front.

"Take your seats."

Wu Changkong stood before the podium, his voice still icy.

Fang Yang chose a seat in the first row. Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Zhou Changxi, being dormmates, sat together, while the other students also took their seats.

Wu Changkong swept his gaze across the students before him. Those who had been whispering to one another immediately felt a chill in their hearts and quickly shut up.

The world suddenly fell silent.

"My name is Wu Changkong. For the next six years, I will be your homeroom teacher."

As Wu Changkong introduced himself, he wrote his name on the blackboard.

"Now, introduce yourselves. State your name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and what kind of Soul Master you wish to become. Starting with you!"

Simple and direct, without any unnecessary preamble.

Fang Yang's side was the row closest to the edge.

Wu Changkong was pointing in their direction, so Xiao Ming, seated in the first row, became the first to introduce himself.

"My name is Xiao Ming. My Martial Soul is a handgun, and my Soul Power is level twelve. My goal is to become an attack-type Soul Master. My hobbies are playing Valorant and calling for Mommy!"

The first student was a skinny boy. Seeing Wu Changkong point at him, he nervously stood and introduced himself.

"Mm. Next."

Wu Changkong gave a slight nod but offered no evaluation.

"My name is Ai Kun. My Martial Soul is a basketball, and my Soul Power is level eleven. My goal is to become a control-type Soul Master. My hobbies are singing, dancing, rap, basketball, and beating you until you are useless!"

The students stood one after another and introduced themselves. Soon, it was Tang Wulin's turn.

Tang Wulin stood up, his voice firm. "Tang Wulin. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level fifteen Soul Power. My goal is to become a powerful Control System Soul Master."

"Blue Silver Grass? A Trash Martial Soul, and you still want to become a powerful Soul Master? You're killing me!"

Just as Tang Wulin finished his introduction, a mocking voice rang out from the back of the classroom.

Whoosh!

A streak of white flashed past. The piece of chalk in Wu Changkong's hand shot accurately into that student's throat, causing him to retch violently.

Then Wu Changkong's icy voice rang out. "Remember this: in this world, there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless people."

"When calling others useless, first take a look at yourself. If you weren't useless, would you have been assigned here? Continue."

"Fang Yang. Martial Soul: Elemental Flame. Level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster. My goal is to become the strongest."

When Fang Yang stood and introduced himself, cries of surprise immediately erupted throughout the classroom.

"What? Level twenty-nine?!"

"How could someone with that kind of strength be assigned to Class Five?"

"My God, he's only nine, right? That talent is terrifying!"

Exclamations of amazement rose one after another throughout the classroom.

A nine-year-old level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster—terrifying indeed!

"Oh? Your Soul Power is level twenty-nine?"

A trace of surprise flashed through Wu Changkong's eyes. This was the first time he had proactively questioned a student today. "Tell me, how did you end up in Class Five?"

"Just luck."

Fang Yang shrugged and replied casually.

Wu Changkong frowned slightly, lightly tapping the podium with his fingers. "Explain clearly."

Fang Yang revealed an innocent smile. "It was nothing, really. We simply had a friendly dormitory exchange where we convinced each other with virtue, and then I ended up here."

Hearing this, Tang Wulin and the other two could not help but facepalm.

The other students' expressions were even more colorful. Their gazes toward Fang Yang carried a hint of awe. Being able to describe fighting so elegantly was a skill in itself.

Wu Changkong nodded slightly and signaled for Fang Yang to sit down.

"Continue."

"Xie Xie. Martial Soul: Light Dragon Dagger. Level eighteen Soul Power. Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master."

After all the students had finished introducing themselves, Wu Changkong's gaze lingered briefly on Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie. A Faint Smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Heh, that fellow Long Hengxu really has quite the plan!"

However, Wu Changkong was also willing to teach students with better talent.

"Class begins at seven tomorrow morning. Those who are late will bear the consequences themselves." After briefly explaining the rules, Wu Changkong waved his hand.

"Class dismissed."