Electrolux's Recollection (Part 1)

"Alright, everyone, pause!"

Mu Jin looked eagerly at Moyuan and the soul rings beneath his feet. The displeasure he'd felt earlier due to Moyuan's arrogance had vanished without a trace.

Was Moyuan not releasing his martial soul a sign of arrogance?

Of course not! It was because Moyuan was kind-hearted, deliberately acting that way to avoid crushing the other students' confidence!

Mu Jin then turned to Yang Xun and the other students.

"Yang Xun, do you still want to challenge Moyuan?"

"No, no, I won't challenge him anymore," Yang Xun immediately shook his head.

Knowing you're outmatched, fighting to the death when you can't retreat is courage. But if you can retreat and still stubbornly persist, that's foolishness.

"Good, and what about the rest of you?"

"Teacher, we won't challenge him either. We think Moyuan should be the class monitor. He's the only one fit for the position!"

The students said in unison. Even the one who had been shouting "Let's all go at him together!" didn't say anything more.

Going at him together was fine, but one-on-one was not.

"Very good," Mu Jin nodded with satisfaction. Although there were minor hiccups, the goal of making the students recognize themselves and shed their arrogance had been achieved.

"You've all seen Moyuan's talent. Shrek Academy never lacks geniuses is not just an empty saying! Here, you must cast aside your arrogance and cultivate diligently to improve your soul power, otherwise, there's only one outcome! That is to be eliminated and leave the academy!"

"Do you understand?!"

"We understand! Teacher!"

"Excellent. Since you have no objections to Moyuan's position as class monitor, we will now proceed with one-on-one combat practice."

Mu Jin flipped open his lesson plan, preparing to call out names from the roster for practical combat when someone raised an objection.

"Teacher, we have no objection to Moyuan's position as class monitor, but hasn't Ning Tian not made a move yet?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other students immediately nodded in agreement.

Mu Jin didn't get angry when someone raised an objection. Instead, he smiled faintly.

"If you want to fight a support-type soul master, I won't say anything. However, at Shrek Academy, defeating a support-type soul master in a one-on-one battle doesn't bring a good reputation."

"What? A support-type soul master? Ning Tian is a support-type soul master?"

Exclamations erupted from the stands. The shock of Ning Tian possessing a support-type martial soul was almost as great as Moyuan being a Soul Ancestor.

They had heard Mu Jin say that Ning Tian was a level thirty-one Soul Elder.

If it were an attack-type or speed-type, it would be understandable. But if it were food-type or support-type, it would be terrifying.

After all, among soul masters, food-type and support-type soul masters usually cultivated the slowest. Reaching the Soul Elder realm at the age of eleven could be described as heaven-defying.

After a moment of surprise, the students who had been unconvinced by Ning Tian immediately fell silent. In Shrek Academy, where strength reigned supreme, winning a one-on-one against a support-type soul master would be a laughing matter.

Seeing that no one else had anything to say, Mu Jin began to read from the class roster to arrange combat training.

"First match, Wu Feng, Yun Shan."

After finishing his match, Moyuan left the arena and went to the stands. As he walked towards Ning Tian's seat in the back, he could clearly feel the eager gazes from the students on both sides.

Among the male students, there were mostly admiration or envy. Their previous hostility had long since disappeared.

But the gazes of the female students were a bit different. Their eyes held an indescribable tenderness and adoration. Some of them even had a spring in their eyes!

Sensing this, Moyuan's eyes twitched slightly. As expected of a continent of romance, they were so mature at only eleven years old. If this were Earth, responding would be a minimum of three years, with no upper limit.

"Tch, show-off."

Wu Feng, who was preparing to enter the arena for her match, sneered as she passed Moyuan. In her heart, if it weren't for Moyuan's interference.

In Class Nine, Ning Tian should have been the class monitor, and she should have been the vice-class monitor. They should have been in the same team during the New Student Assessment. The two were simply a match made in heaven.

"Jealous of me, little clown girl? When you go on stage later, your opponent will shout 'Arrogant,' and you'll be honest then."

Moyuan said meaningfully. He wondered if the student named Yun Shan was a wind-attribute soul master...

Unfortunately, Wu Feng couldn't grasp the meaning. She asked doubtfully, "Arrogant? What do you mean by that?"

"It means nothing. Hurry up and get on stage. I'll take care of Ning Tian for you." Moyuan didn't want to explain further and walked directly towards Ning Tian.

"Little fire-person, you! Damn it!" Wu Feng was furious. What did he mean by telling her to go and he would take care of Ning Tian? She was going for combat practice, not to die!

Unfortunately, Mu Jin was waiting and didn't have time for her to argue with Moyuan. After glaring fiercely at Moyuan, she angrily walked onto the combat stage.

"Moyuan, I really don't know how you cultivate. We're still Great Soul Masters, and you're already a Soul Ancestor. It really proves that saying, the gap between people is sometimes greater than the gap between a person and a pig."

Bai Yi said with a sigh as he looked at Moyuan, who was leaning next to Ning Tian.

"Just luck."

Moyuan smiled like Xiao Huohuo. Then he looked at Ning Tian beside him, only to see Ning Tian frowning slightly, gazing at Wu Feng fighting in the combat arena with a thoughtful expression.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Huh? It's nothing..."

Ning Tian blinked, snapping out of her daze. She shook her head and replied, but Moyuan could clearly tell she was distracted.

Seeing that Ning Tian wasn't going to say more, Moyuan didn't press. He shifted his gaze downward.

In the dueling arena, perhaps angered by Moyuan's earlier words, Wu Feng went all out against the freshman named Yun Shan.

Empowered by the formidable attack power of her Crimson Dragon Martial Soul, Wu Feng rampaged like a human dragon, forcing Yun Shan to retreat steadily and cry out in misery.

"Why does this feel so familiar..."

Moyuan thought to himself with a strange look. Just then, he seemed to sense something. The faint smile on his face vanished, replaced by a flicker of joy in his eyes.

Moyuan glanced around. Seeing that all the students' attention was on the dueling arena, he leaned back in his seat and slowly closed his eyes, as if resting.

Under the deep night sky, endless black land was blanketed by falling snow. The biting snowflakes covered the distant peaks.

In the center of this land stood rows of gray tombstones, inscribed with unknown languages, making this world appear so desolate, cold, and broken.

Death and finality seemed to be its synonyms.

This was Moyuan's Sea of Consciousness, and where he was now.

In the forest of steles, Moyuan saw a figure floating beside him and immediately spoke with a smile.

"Congratulations on awakening, senior."

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