"An Zhen, Ning Tian."
The boy and girl rose to their feet.
Mu Jin nodded in satisfaction, especially when her gaze fell on An Zhen. She had never known that such a treasure had been hidden in her class.
"From now on, they will be our class monitor and vice monitor. Ning Tian has the highest cultivation in our class, a Three-Ring Soul Elder. An Zhen ranks above Ning Tian because, two days ago, under the supervision of a Title Douluo from our academy, he defeated Xu Sanshi, a sixth-year student known as one of the Outer Court Twin Stars, in a direct confrontation."
"Gasp—"
Quite a few students sucked in a breath as they looked at the boy and girl standing side by side, seemingly like a golden boy and jade girl.
A sixth-year senior, one of the Outer Court Twin Stars.
There was no doubt that he had to be an elite among elites.
"The academy has always encouraged the capable to take higher positions. Whoever can defeat them may replace them. However, Ning Tian is an auxiliary-type tool soul master, so An Zhen accepted the challenge."
An Zhen raised his hand.
"Speak."
"Teacher, I'm actually an auxiliary-type tool soul master too."
Mu Jin:?
The youthful married woman instinctively looked down at the lesson plan in her hand, only to see that An Zhen's name really was followed by the words auxiliary-type tool soul master.
The students:?
An auxiliary type?
Could auxiliary soul masters fight opponents above their level these days?
Ning Tian was stunned.
But she immediately realized that a battle overseen by a Title Douluo could not possibly have been faked.
"But your martial soul clearly possesses extremely powerful combat abilities."
"But it has even more powerful auxiliary abilities." An Zhen only wanted to squat in the back row and be support.
"Your request..."
Mu Jin narrowed his eyes as he watched the boy.
"Whatever you say, Teacher."
An Zhen knew what mattered more. As an obedient, exemplary student, how could he refuse to follow his teacher's arrangements?
"Then the class officers are settled."
Mu Jin swept her gaze over the students and said loudly, "Take some time to get to know one another and adjust your condition. A few of you can come collect the study materials. In one hour, we'll head to the Battle Soul Arena."
"Your entrance examination results are merely words on paper to me. I need to understand your actual combat abilities, divide you into suitable groups, and give you the best possible chance of passing the freshman assessment three months from now."
"Mm."
The moment the teacher left, An Zhen flopped directly onto his desk.
Being class monitor was such a hassle...
"Lord Class Monitor, please take care of me from now on." The golden-haired girl blinked playfully.
"Can't take care of you at all."
A listless voice sounded. The boy suddenly turned around, startling Wu Feng, who had been craning her neck behind them and watching the distance between Ning Tian and An Zhen. "Do you want to be class monitor?"
The girl, who had been holding back her anger and was just about to get mad, froze when she saw the expectant look in his eyes.
"Sure... no, I can't."
Wu Feng had almost agreed happily, but she immediately shook her head like a rattle drum, her red hair seeming like a dancing blaze.
"How could I possibly rank above the Young Master?"
"So you're a young miss too." An Zhen looked at Ning Tian beside him.
"Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Ning Tian of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. This is Wu Feng, my sister who grew up with me. Her martial soul is the Red Dragon." The golden-haired girl introduced them with elegant, dignified composure, every gesture a pleasing display of etiquette.
"An Zhen. My martial soul is World."
"World..."
The girls murmured softly.
A martial soul like that actually existed?!
Without question, anything associated with those two words would be extraordinarily powerful, let alone the words themselves. But what kind of world was it? A small secret realm? How did it manifest?
As the Young Master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Tian had a rough understanding of Xu Sanshi's strength as one of the Outer Court Twin Stars. To defeat him at this age—genius, a super genius!
"The Young Master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?"
An Zhen's eyes lit up, though he was pretending.
"You don't want to rank beneath someone else, do you? How about we switch positions?"
The voluptuous red-haired girl suddenly found An Zhen a little more pleasing to the eye.
"The capable deserve the position."
The girl smiled and gently shook her head.
But An Zhen did not need to make his record look better.
He wanted to go to the Virtual World and play with beautiful girls.
Sigh, Class One belonged to Zhou Yi. Applying to Director Du would probably not work. His own application had likely succeeded only because big shots like Xuan Zi were paying attention to him. Besides, Zhou Yi was impossible to reason with unless she was dealing with one of her own people. Unless he could use his third soul skill to pull them into the Virtual World.
He was currently level twenty-four.
If all went well, he would reach level twenty-five tonight.
After all, he had originally possessed Innate Full Soul Power, and the Virtual World accelerated his cultivation. Since childhood, he had consumed quite a few treasures that did not harm his potential, especially Whale Rubber. After all, Jing Hongchen was his god-grandfather.
"If only I had a Soul Ascension Pill or immortal herbs."
An Zhen wanted to be fed by wealthy, powerful ladies.
"You're dreaming in broad daylight."
Wu Feng, seated behind An Zhen, rolled her eyes.
Immortal herbs had only appeared a few times in history.
"Life is already like this. Can't I at least dream of something beautiful?"
"Uh..."
Wu Feng was speechless and suddenly felt that it somehow made sense.
The golden-haired girl's beautiful eyes reflected the handsome boy lying on his desk with his eyes closed, and a thoughtful gleam flashed through them.
Virtual World.
Make a cultivation clone.
A little progress was still progress.
"Soft and squishy."
Beneath her school uniform trousers, a pair of slender yet plump long legs was wrapped in a black skintight rubber suit, taut and powerful.
Beast martial soul masters, especially those with larger beast forms like dragons and bears, underwent some changes in size when they possessed their martial souls. Wu Feng's Red Dragon would even produce flames across her body. Right now, she probably could not control it as well as Ma Xiaotao or Liu Erlong. This rubber suit had likely been specially made for dealing with such situations.
Very nice.
"Great as a pillow."
In his field of vision, a rounded patch of black blocked half of An Zhen's view. The black rubber suit displayed the girl's lovely figure to perfection, and its deep black color added a mysterious, seductive allure. Combined with her sweetly naive, somewhat dim-witted expression, she looked adorable and sexy at the same time.
Did girls with fiercer beast martial souls all develop this well?
Like Ma Xiaotao?
Thinking of his own blue-haired loli, An Zhen did not panic. The future held promise.
Lying on those soft thighs, the Golden-Haired Young Miss wore a cyan long dress, classical and elegant, with her two slender, fair legs resting on the boy's back.
"By the way, over at Xiao Yutong's..."
The wall vanished, and An Zhen's gaze turned toward the playground in front of the teaching building below.
He watched the petite figure lagging behind the main group, panting as she moved her legs, drenched in sweat. Droplets on her hair glimmered in the sunlight.
"Just selecting high-quality students, huh? Heh. No wonder the students you teach have such an outstanding success rate."
After some time.
In the eyes of his classmates, the class monitor, who had slept for nearly an hour, slowly opened his bleary eyes and even stretched.
"An Zhen."
A hand poked An Zhen in the back.
The girl, whose eyes seemed to burn with flames, declared excitedly, "I want to challenge you."
"Sure, but the loser has to agree to one not-too-unreasonable request from the winner."
"Fine!"
Wu Feng wanted to switch seats!
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