Classmate Yun'er, you don't want today's events to be known by others, do you?

Moyuan understood what was happening. As the origin of the Dragon Race, the Black King Nidhogg was a supreme powerhouse, even on the Douluo Continent.

His blood was not only an untreatable poison to any species but also a peerless treasure containing the evolution of life.

This had been described more than once in the original work of the Dragon Race.

Therefore, Moyuan, with the Black King's Blood flowing in his body, would undoubtedly attract them.

Moyuan guessed that his current Dragon Blood ratio and purity were not high enough to attract creatures without his blood being exposed to the outside.

The reason Nanmen Yun'er, who had a beast martial soul, could be attracted, possibly because she was more sensitive than Han Ruoruo, who had a tool martial soul.

Secondly, they had skin contact. These two points combined could cause Nanmen Yun'er's reaction.

After careful recollection, Moyuan was certain that besides Han Ruoruo, Ning Tian, Ma Xiaotao, Bai Yi, and Nanmen Yun'er, he had never had skin contact with anyone else.

Note that it was skin contact, not limb contact. He was separated by clothes when he interacted with Xu Sanshi.

Among these four, only Ma Xiaotao and Nanmen Yun'er had beast martial souls. After recalling, Moyuan could also confirm that besides the time he had skin contact with Ma Xiaotao when she was unconscious, they were always separated by clothes when she was awake.

Meanwhile, as Moyuan was contemplating his guess, Nanmen Yun'er also snapped out of her dazed state.

She shyly glanced at Moyuan. Seeing that Moyuan wasn't paying attention to her, she breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt a little disappointed.

She had long harbored feelings for Moyuan. When Mu Jin assigned her to the same team as Moyuan, she was overjoyed.

The incident just now had added a veil of mystery to Moyuan in her eyes. As the saying goes, distance creates beauty; mystery and the unknown are the most attractive.

Moreover, the Black King's Blood's attraction to creatures was not that simple. Under the irresistible temptation of a leap in life level, the yearning deep within one's soul and even martial soul was enough to make one feel as if they were addicted, uncontrollably wanting to experience it again.

If Nanmen Yun'er had not just touched Moyuan once, and if that feeling had not been deeply imprinted in her mind, she would probably have pounced on Moyuan right now and then...

As she thought about it, Nanmen Yun'er's expression became alluringly dazed, her eyes fixated on Moyuan's right hand hanging by his side.

If only I could touch me again... just once...

Coincidentally, Moyuan had almost finished his deductions. The moment he regained his senses, he saw Nanmen Yun'er in that state again. His eye twitched slightly, and his killing intent instantly dissipated.

Perhaps, rather than worrying about Nanmen Yun'er leaking secrets, he should worry about whether Nanmen Yun'er would do something defying the heavens to him one day.

"Ahem, classmate Yun'er, I've roughly guessed the situation you described. I suspect it's likely that there's something wrong with both of our martial souls, but it shouldn't be a bad thing.

Let me think about it further and I'll inform you when I have a result. As for today's incident, classmate Yun'er, you wouldn't want others to know about your embarrassing state today, would you?"

Moyuan's words, with a hint of island nation charm, made Nanmen Yun'er pause. She then recalled her unseemly appearance just now, and a blush of shyness reappeared on her face.

"Class monitor, don't worry, I won't say anything."

Tsk... why does that sound so strange? And yet, I feel like I've heard it somewhere before...

Moyuan shook his head, clearing all the yellow content from his mind. He then got up and walked towards the classroom door, saying as he walked, "Let's go, classmate Yun'er. We'll go to the Battle Soul Zone to exchange information and formulate tactics. Although, as Bai Yi said, winning the championship is a sure thing with our strength, each person's performance during the New Student Assessment also accounts for a large proportion."

Moyuan turned to look at Nanmen Yun'er, who was also looking at him with tenderness in her eyes. He paused before continuing, "Even if I could push through all the teams alone, it would be too unfriendly to you and Bai Yi. The meaning of a team is for everyone to show their best side."

Nanmen Yun'er was slightly stunned. She had thought that with Moyuan's strength, he would proudly defeat all the teams alone to win the championship.

And she and Bai Yi were merely hangers-on for Moyuan to participate in the competition.

But now, Nanmen Yun'er realized that this powerful but sharp-tongued class monitor didn't seem as unattainable as she thought.

Nanmen Yun'er smiled brightly and followed Moyuan with light steps, saying, "Okay, I'll listen to the captain..."

The next morning, as the sun rose, accompanied by the excited mood of the freshmen in their white school uniforms, the day of the New Student Assessment finally arrived.

The assessment area for the New Student Assessment was located north of the Martial Soul Department of Shrek Academy, adjacent to the Battle Soul Zone.

Compared to the Battle Soul Zone, the assessment area, used for the assessment of thousands of people, was undoubtedly much larger. Seen from high above, its area was about four times that of the Battle Soul Zone.

For the students of the Outer Court of Shrek Academy, the assessment area was a stage for countless outstanding students to showcase themselves and a starting point to gain recognition on the continent. However, it was also a nightmare for students with lower cultivation.

Every year, a large number of students were eliminated for failing the assessment, leaving behind tears of hardship and sorrow.

The assessment area was oval-shaped, not a fully enclosed stadium like the Battle Soul Zone, but an open-air space.

The perimeter was a high wall, and the interior was divided into various areas by partitions. These partitions could be disassembled and assembled at any time to adjust the venue size according to the situation.

At this moment, it had already been divided into more than fifty areas. Thus, even though the assessment area occupied a considerable space, it seemed somewhat cramped compared to the Battle Soul Arena.

However, it didn't matter. For the first-year freshmen, whose cultivation levels were generally around Soul Grand Master, this space was more than enough.

As the sun rose today, Moyuan and Bai Yi, along with Nanmen Yun'er, gathered here to check the grouping.

There were nearly a thousand students in the entire grade. Excluding those expelled by Zhou Yi and the very few who joined the Soul Guidance Department, there were over nine hundred students left, divided into three hundred and nineteen groups. Ultimately, only one hundred and fifty groups, meaning four hundred and fifty people, could remain to continue their studies.

Moyuan and his group were assigned to Venue No. 19. According to regulations, they had to participate in ten matches in this venue today and tomorrow before being regrouped.

When Moyuan and the other two arrived at Venue No. 19, the other six groups assigned to this venue had already arrived. Some students were apprehensive, while others were eager to fight.

But when they heard the commotion and turned to look at Moyuan and his companions, upon seeing Moyuan's face, they all showed expressions of despair without exception.

Walls have ears. Three months ago, after Moyuan revealed his strength in front of all the students of Class Nine, the news that 'Class Nine's class monitor is an eleven-year-old Soul Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year soul ring, a monster' spread rapidly throughout the entire Outer Court.

Unlike the senior students who marveled at Moyuan's terrifying talent, the students from other freshman classes, while amazed, also prayed in secret that they would not encounter Moyuan during the New Student Assessment.