I'm Only Looking Out for You

One of the five teachers stepped forward and walked toward Class Five.

The new students froze the moment they saw him.

This teacher was far too handsome.

He stood over 1.9 meters tall, lean and straight-backed. His lake-blue hair fell to his waist, his nose was high and sharp, his lips were thin yet well-proportioned, and his amber eyes gleamed with spirit.

His white attire further accentuated his cool, detached temperament.

Su Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly. Seeing him in person was better than the rumors—Wu Changkong really was handsome.

Still, he was slightly inferior to Su Qiu himself.

"Follow me!" Those simple three words sent a chill rising from the depths of every student's heart.

"Teacher looks really strong... That presence..." one student could not help but sigh. His presence alone was this powerful.

This was not merely presence.

Su Qiu thought silently.

Unlike the other new students, he had noticed that this chill came from Wu Changkong's Soul Power. Wu Changkong was drawing the students into his rhythm.

The Soul Power within Su Qiu trembled, dispersing the chill.

Su Qiu followed along with the other students.

Class Five was at the innermost end of the first floor, requiring the longest walk.

"Take your seats!" Wu Changkong's voice was cold.

The usual spot. Su Qiu chose a seat by the window in the back row.

As he sat down, he caught sight of Zhou Changxi taking his seat in front of him and immediately smiled at him.

Zhou Changxi noticed Su Qiu's smile and shuddered. He had a bad feeling. Instinctively, he rose to change seats, only to discover that everyone had already found a place.

The instant he stood, the entire class turned to look at him. Wu Changkong noticed him as well.

Under Wu Changkong's icy gaze, Zhou Changxi had no choice but to sit back down as soon as he had risen.

After walking behind the podium, Wu Changkong swept his gaze across the class. The slightly noisy classroom fell silent at once.

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

"You need not think too much about the class assignment rules. Even if you are the worst students, I will train you into strong ones."

His cold and arrogant tone startled the entire class.

"Now, introduce yourselves. Name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and what kind of Soul Master you want to become. Start from this row. One at a time!"

Simple and direct—Wu Changkong did not like wasting time. Efficiency came first.

He casually pointed, and it was Su Qiu's row.

Yun Xiao was first. He stood and introduced himself. "Hello, everyone. My name is Yun Xiao. My Martial Soul is the Star Disk. I have level twelve Soul Power, and my goal is to become an intelligent support-type battle Soul Master." His voice trembled slightly, perhaps because he was nervous.

Then it was Tang Wulin's turn.

"Tang Wulin, Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, level eleven Soul Power. My goal is..." Tang Wulin paused. "I don't know."

He was confused himself. He did not know what he should do.

"A useless Martial Soul? That's normal. Hahaha, if I had a useless Martial Soul, I wouldn't know what to do either," a student mocked.

Whoosh! Wu Changkong threw a piece of chalk, which flew into that student's mouth.

The chalk seemed alive as it forcefully drilled into the student's mouth, making him retch uncontrollably.

"In this world, there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless people." Wu Changkong said coldly, "Before calling someone else useless, look at yourself first. You are all in the same class. Aren't you useless too?"

No useless Martial Souls, only useless people?

Su Qiu felt that the Holy Sword within him did not quite agree.

To the Holy Sword, as long as its wielder was a person, no matter how useless he was, he could still soar.

That was the confidence of Holy Sword Wielders.

"Continue!" Unlike his earlier words, Wu Changkong added Soul Power to his voice this time. The entire class fell silent as cicadas in winter.

"My name is Zhou Changxi. My Martial Soul is the Great Strength Divine Ape. I have level eleven Soul Power, and my goal is to become a strength-type battle Soul Master."

Next was Su Qiu. He stood to introduce himself.

"Su Qiu. My Martial Soul is the Sword of Promised Victory. I have level thirty-two Soul Power, and my goal is to become a strong assault-type battle Soul Master."

The moment "level thirty-two Soul Power" left his mouth, every student in the class stared wide-eyed, and cries of shock erupted. Even Wu Changkong's chill could not suppress them.

Level thirty-two!

To them, that was unimaginably distant. Level thirty-two at nine years old!

They would not even dare dream of such a thing.

A genius like this was in the same class as them? Was Class Five really the worst class?

Zhou Changxi, seated in front of Su Qiu, immediately turned around, his face filled with terror.

"Level thirty-two..." Wu Changkong frowned behind the podium.

Such a genius could have entered Shrek Academy. How had he been assigned to Class Five?

"Why were you assigned to Class Five?" Wu Changkong asked the question in every student's heart. Why was a nine-year-old at level thirty-two in Class Five?

"Teacher, I came here to find you."

To fight you.

Su Qiu did not say the last part aloud.

Su Wuyan was too strong for it to be intuitive. Compared to simply hearing Su Wuyan describe what level of Soul Masters Su Qiu could contend with—

For true geniuses, Soul Power Level did not equal combat strength.

Since Wu Changkong was also at Eastsea Academy, Su Qiu intended to take the opportunity to fight this genius-level Soul Emperor and determine exactly what stage his own strength had reached.

"Find me?" Wu Changkong was surprised. He truly had not expected Su Qiu to have come specifically for him. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he suppressed his doubts and asked no further questions. There was still plenty of time ahead; sooner or later, he would learn the reason.

The other students were also extremely curious. Su Qiu had come to find Teacher Wu Changkong? Did Teacher Wu Changkong possess some impressive identity?

"Next."

Once all the students had finished introducing themselves,

"Classes will officially begin tomorrow. My teaching methods differ from those of other teachers. If you fear hardship, exhaustion, or pain, find a way to transfer classes yourselves."

"Prepare yourselves mentally. Class dismissed."

Wu Changkong turned and left.

The classroom instantly exploded with chatter. Some discussed the cold and handsome Teacher Wu Changkong. But even more were talking about Su Qiu, the level thirty-two genius.

With nothing else to do, Su Qiu got up to leave as well. Before going, he patted Zhou Changxi on the shoulder and casually said, "Remember to get along with your classmates."

The words left Zhou Changxi confused, but he still etched them deeply into his heart.

As Su Qiu passed Xie Xie, he noticed that Xie Xie seemed rather dejected, but Su Qiu paid him no mind.

Just another genius who had been discouraged by him. Su Qiu had seen far too many of those.

Besides, Xie Xie was not even much of a genius. His ambitions were higher than the heavens.

After finding his three roommates, who had also finished class, Su Qiu ate with them and returned to the dormitory.

With an arm draped over Zhang Yangzi's shoulder, Su Qiu asked, "Wei Xiaofeng didn't do anything bad in class, did he?"

"How would I dare, Brother Su?" Before Zhang Yangzi could answer, Wei Xiaofeng gave a bitter smile. "After Brother Su's guidance, I have deeply realized my mistakes. From now on, I'll turn over a new leaf and live honestly!"

"Ah, Xiaofeng, don't blame me for meddling too much." Su Qiu explained his twisted logic. "I'm afraid you'll fall into becoming an Evil Soul Master. Then I'd have no choice but to eliminate you myself."

"I'm only looking out for you."

Wei Xiaofeng's mouth twitched. He was only usually a little arrogant. How had that made him an Evil Soul Master in Su Qiu's eyes?

Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi beside him did not dare say a word. If anyone was likely to fall into becoming Evil Soul Masters, surely it would be Soul Masters with dark attributes like them.

They did not know that, in Su Qiu's view, whether someone was an Evil Soul Master had nothing to do with their Martial Soul—it depended only on their actions.