Wu Changkong

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were both quite handsome as well.

However, although these children had not yet fully matured and still retained some youthful innocence in their figures and faces, the teacher standing before them was already a grown man.

He was tall, well over 1.9 meters, with long arms like an ape's, a slim waist like a wasp's, and especially striking long legs wrapped in white trousers, slender and straight.

He looked somewhat lean, as though a gust of wind could blow him over.

But when people looked at his face, they were immediately drawn to his bright, piercing eyes.

His nose bridge stood high and straight, like a steep mountain peak.

His lips were thin yet well-proportioned, neither too full nor too narrow, tracing a perfectly charming line.

Taken as a whole, the man exuded an extraordinary uprightness, like a proud pine standing tall.

Even more astonishing was the long hair cascading down his back like a waterfall.

As the breeze stirred it gently, one could vaguely see that his lake-blue hair was astonishingly long, reaching below his waist.

Paired with those dark green eyes, it complemented his blue hair and lent him an even more mysterious, unusual aura.

Yet at this moment, his face was expressionless, his gaze cold as ice, as if nothing in the world was worthy of catching his eye.

His aloof appearance even made people think of what Gu Chen might be like when he grew up.

Just then, a female student from Class Five let out a soft gasp. "Wow, Teacher is so handsome!"

Though her voice was quiet, it was like a stone cast into a still lake, instantly stirring wave after wave of ripples.

The surrounding students all nodded in agreement. Only Xie Xie snorted disdainfully, curling his lips in an indifferent expression.

"Follow me!" The young teacher spoke those three simple words without expression. His voice was not loud, yet it carried an irresistible authority.

Class Five's classroom was on the first floor of the Teaching Building, tucked away in the innermost corner, and reaching it required walking down a long corridor.

Along the way, the students silently followed this rather stern-looking teacher.

At last, they arrived at the classroom. Thirty sets of desks and chairs were neatly arranged inside, while a rectangular lectern stood quietly at the front.

"Take your seats." The young teacher's tone remained icy. Whenever he spoke, he gave everyone the same feeling—bone-deep coldness.

It seemed that he found even one extra word tiresome, as though he could not be bothered to communicate with others any more than necessary.

Since he was relatively short, Tang Wulin searched around before choosing a seat somewhat closer to the front and quietly sitting down.

Gu Chen, on the other hand, walked straight toward the back without hesitation. He selected a seat by the window and slowly sat down.

Through the window, he could see lush green trees outside and the occasional bird flying past. The beautiful view lifted his already good mood a little further.

Then he slumped over the desk like a deflated balloon, closed his eyes again, and rested with his eyes shut.

"Back row by the window, King's Hometown!"

Gu Yue had been closely following Gu Chen the entire time. When she saw him find a seat and sit down, she immediately took the empty seat beside him.

By then, the young teacher had already walked behind the lectern.

His deep eyes swept over every student in the classroom like cold stars. With that single glance, the entire classroom instantly fell silent, as if time itself had frozen.

The young teacher standing at the lectern spoke calmly. "My name is Wu Changkong!"

His placid voice seemed capable of piercing every person's soul.

He continued, "For the next six years, you will all be my students."

Though the words sounded ordinary, they carried an irresistible authority when spoken by him.

Wu Changkong paused briefly before emphasizing, "You may treat everything Director Long Hengxu said earlier as wind in your ears. There is no need to take it to heart.

Even if you look like a bunch of useless trash right now, as long as you remain in this class for even one day, I am confident that I can turn you into the strongest among your peers.

Of course, those who choose to drop out midway are another matter. In short, this is the ultimate goal you must strive toward over the next six years."

After saying that, his expression remained unchanged. Yet the arrogance and confidence revealed in his calm tone instantly captured the attention of every student in the class.

"Alright, enough nonsense. We'll begin introductions now. Stand up one by one and state your name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and what type of Soul Master you hope to become. We'll start in the direction I'm pointing." As he spoke, Wu Changkong pointed toward a row of seats along the wall.

Sitting at the very front of that row was Xie Xie.

Thus, he naturally became the first person to introduce himself.

Xie Xie swiftly stood up. "Hello, everyone. My name is Xie Xie. My Martial Soul is the Light Dragon Dagger. My Soul Power Level is currently eighteen, and I am an Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master!"

The moment he said "eighteen," cries of surprise erupted throughout the classroom.

Eighteen levels—eighteen levels at nine years old. That was a true genius!

And he was even a Battle Soul Master.

Two more levels, and he would enter the Soul Grandmaster rank. Anyone who could become a Soul Grandmaster before the age of twelve could be called a genius.

However, Xie Xie's astonishing Soul Power Level was the only highlight in the entire class. Aside from him, even level twelve was considered high.

Most of the other students were merely at the level of eleven, just enough to enroll. Their Martial Souls were all strange and varied, with almost none that were particularly powerful.

"Hey! Teacher Wu asked us to introduce ourselves. It's almost your turn." Gu Yue lightly patted Gu Chen on the shoulder.

"Wu? Wu Taijun?"

Gu Chen raised his head and opened his eyes groggily.

Heaven decreed the great calamity in my fate; on Soul-Severing Road, I walked as I pleased!

As a six-ring Soul Emperor, Wu Changkong's hearing and Mental Power were exceptionally sharp.

Wu Changkong's face darkened when he heard Gu Chen say "Wu Taijun."

Though he did not understand what the final two words, "Taijun," meant, he could certainly tell they were not anything nice.

"What the hell is Wu Taijun?"