Red Mountain Academy!

Early the next morning, while dawn was just beginning to break, Lin Ximeng woke Fang Yang.

Today was Fang Yang's first day of school. He would officially enter the Soul Master class at Red Mountain Academy and begin his life of studying to become a Soul Master.

His home was not far from Red Mountain Academy, so Fang Yang arrived at the classroom early.

However, compared to ordinary classes, the Soul Master class clearly enjoyed better treatment.

The curriculum of ordinary classes mainly focused on cultural education, while the Soul Master class went a step further on that foundation.

For students born with Soul Power, this was an important place where they were taught how to become outstanding Soul Masters.

As well as being taught knowledge related to Soul Masters.

There were twenty new students in the Soul Master class. Children who had undergone Martial Soul Awakening and possessed Innate Soul Power were exceedingly rare, especially in a small place like Aolai City.

In the classroom, Fang Yang also noticed Tang Wulin arriving.

He walked over and greeted him with a friendly smile.

"Wulin, good morning!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Tang Wulin turned around and saw Fang Yang walking toward him.

"Morning, Fang Yang," Tang Wulin replied softly, though there was a trace of undisguised envy in his eyes.

Fang Yang froze for a moment. "Wulin, what's wrong?"

Tang Wulin sighed, his voice low. "Fang Yang, my Martial Soul... is Blue Silver Grass."

He spread open his right palm, where several slender blue blades of grass swayed gently. "A useless Martial Soul..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he seemed even more dejected.

Looking at the dejected Tang Wulin before him, Fang Yang felt a surge of mixed emotions.

"Blue Silver Grass? A useless Martial Soul? It contains the triple power of the Blue Silver Emperor, the Sea God, and the Asura Bloodline. Not to mention that the Golden Dragon King Divine Core is still sealed within Tang Wulin's body."

To put it bluntly, Tang Wulin's talent was not weak at all.

Right, how did that saying on Douluo Continent go again? Blue Silver for sons, essential for picking up girls; Clear Sky for daughters, essential for warding off wolves.

It was only because the Golden Dragon King Divine Core's power was too strong that it suppressed Tang Wulin's original talent and bloodline.

Of course, Tang Wulin knew nothing about any of this.

Though his heart churned with emotion, Fang Yang patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder and comforted him. "Wulin, you need to have faith in yourself."

With Fang Yang's encouragement, Tang Wulin regained his confidence and vitality.

The moment the two had taken their seats, a round figure waddled over. It was a chubby boy with a somewhat arrogant expression.

"Hey, what are your Martial Souls?" Little Fatty asked with his arms folded across his chest.

Fang Yang merely glanced at him indifferently and ignored him.

Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment but still answered honestly, "Blue Silver Grass."

"Tch! Just Blue Silver Grass? A useless Martial Soul." Hearing this, Little Fatty immediately looked disdainful and turned to leave.

Tang Wulin's face reddened. Clenching his fists, he asked unwillingly, "What about you? What's your Martial Soul?"

Little Fatty snorted. With a wave of his right hand, a flash of cold light appeared, and a sharp short blade was already in his hand.

"See that? This is my Martial Soul, the short blade!"

Little Fatty proudly raised his head. "When I cultivate to become a Titled Douluo, I'll be called the Blade God Douluo!"

He deliberately waved the Martial Soul short blade in his hand and continued boasting, "And my Innate Soul Power is Level 5! With just those few strands of Blue Silver Grass, I could chop them apart with a single slash."

Tang Wulin looked at the Martial Soul short blade in Little Fatty's hand, and the confidence he had just regained began to waver again. He unconsciously lowered his head.

Seeing this, Little Fatty became even more smug. Sticking out his round belly, he announced, "I, Wang Tao, have the makings of a Titled Douluo!"

As he spoke, he patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder. "Kid, how about this? I pity you. Call me Brother Wang, and from now on, you can be my lackey. I'll take you under my wing."

He spoke loudly enough for all the other students in the classroom to hear.

Before long, several students gathered around him and began flattering him from every direction.

"Brother Wang, I want to follow you too!"

"Brother Wang, your short blade Martial Soul is amazing!"

"Innate Level 5 Soul Power! That's so powerful!"

Little Fatty Wang Tao narrowed his eyes and looked at the silent Tang Wulin. "Well? Have you made up your mind?"

Tang Wulin's lips trembled slightly as he was about to speak...

Fang Yang could no longer stand it. He rose to his feet, his voice icy. "Wang Tao, have you had enough?"

Wang Tao was startled by the sudden question, and his round body instinctively shrank back.

But he quickly came to his senses. "What's it got to do with you? Does taking in a lackey get in your way?"

"I can't be bothered to reason with you. You're not worthy of hearing it!" Fang Yang sneered.

A blazing ball of flame suddenly rose from his right hand!

The temperature inside the classroom instantly soared, and the surrounding students all involuntarily backed away several steps.

"F-Flame!"

Wang Tao's face instantly turned pale, and even the Martial Soul short blade in his hand began to tremble.

He could feel the pressure of the other's Soul Power. It was definitely above Level 5!

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wang Tao's forehead, but he was a clever boy and hurriedly begged for mercy. "B-Big Brother, I was wrong!"

Fang Yang glanced at him. "I don't care about the others, but Tang Wulin is my friend..."

"Understood, sir!" Wang Tao put on a fawning smile and nodded repeatedly.

Afterward, Wang Tao scrambled back to his seat in a panic and no longer dared to raise his head.

The classroom was silent. Every student looked at Fang Yang with awe.

Fang Yang put away his Flame Martial Soul, and only then did the atmosphere in the classroom ease.

Tang Wulin looked at him with admiration. "Fang Yang, you're amazing!"

Fang Yang smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "This is nothing. Once your Soul Power rises, you'll be even stronger than me."

A while later, it was time for class!

The homeroom teacher entered the classroom. She was a young and beautiful female Soul Master.

Fang Yang and Tang Wulin widened their eyes at the same time.

"Mom?"

"Auntie Lin?"

Their homeroom teacher was actually Fang Yang's mother, Lin Ximeng.

Standing before the podium, Lin Ximeng smiled, her voice clear and gentle. "Hello, students. I'm Lin Ximeng. For the next three years, I will be your homeroom teacher and will be responsible for teaching you the foundational knowledge of Soul Masters."

She turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard.

Then, Lin Ximeng lightly dusted the chalk from her hands, her gaze sweeping across every student below.

"Next, let's get to know each other. We'll start with introductions," Lin Ximeng said with a smile.

There were only twenty students in the class, so the introductions went quickly.

After the last student sat down, Lin Ximeng nodded lightly. "Very good. Now that we have a preliminary understanding of one another, we'll officially begin today's lesson."

As he listened to his mother, Lin Ximeng, explain Martial Souls and the classifications of Soul Masters, Fang Yang felt that there were still many things he did not know about this low-tier fantasy world.

After all, this was a real world, not one from a book.

Moreover, after years of development, the body of knowledge and theoretical framework surrounding Martial Souls had become quite complete and mature.