Class Roll Call (Part 1)

He withdrew his martial soul.

Reaching out, Zijun helped Fatty Teacher to his feet and nodded in acknowledgment.

"You can feel my bone age if you want. I don't want people mistaking me for some old man because of my cultivation."

He revealed an awkward yet polite smile.

Fatty Teacher grasped Zijun's arm and felt around for a while.

The more he examined him, the more shocked he became!

The more he looked, the more unreal it seemed!

Releasing Zijun's arm, Fatty Teacher clenched a fist against his chest, his breathing rapid.

He bent at the waist respectfully.

"Fu Youcai of Martial Soul Academy greets Your Excellency!"

Hearing Fatty Teacher's name, Zijun laughed and looked him up and down before approvingly saying,

"You certainly do look wealthy. You don't need to be so formal with me at the academy from now on. Just call me Zijun or Xiao Jun."

Fu Youcai straightened up.

His eyes were filled with respect as he looked at Zijun.

After all, in this world where strength reigned supreme, both Spirit Masters and ordinary citizens deeply revered power!

As long as you were strong enough to leave others far behind!

The only attitude people would have toward you was respect, never jealousy!

What was more, Zijun was only six years old!

Yet he already possessed the strength of a Title Douluo!

By the time he grew up through cultivation!

His power would likely have long surpassed mortal limits! He might even become a legendary "god"!

What Fu Youcai did not know was that Zijun had already become a god!

He was a Supreme God King who surpassed a Level One Deity!

He was also the new God of Asura!

Coming back to his senses,

Fu Youcai was once again utterly stunned!

He had never imagined that the person before him was the legendary Zijun!

"Y-You... you are the legendary Young Master Zijun! Her Highness Qian Renxue's fiancé!"

Zijun reached out and took Qian Renxue's hand. After exchanging a glance, he answered with a smile,

"If there isn't someone else at the academy with the same name, then I suppose I am."

The three of them chatted briefly.

Fu Youcai then entered Zijun and Qian Renxue's names onto the enrollment list and submitted it to the headmaster.

The next morning.

A cry of alarm rang out from the headmaster's office.

"What! A six-year-old Title Douluo? Fu Youcai, are you fucking kidding me? Huh? Why does this name seem familiar?"

Seeing the headmaster's astonished expression, Fu Youcai, who was sitting honestly in a chair, scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

"Your guess is right! He is the Young Master Zijun the Pope mentioned. As for whether the information is true, I checked his bone age myself. He really does have the bone age of a six-year-old."

After hearing Fu Youcai's answer, the middle-aged man before him finally calmed down.

"In that case, there is no problem. You may leave! Assign the two of them to Key Class Three. Give them priority in every aspect of educational resources."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man handed the list in his hand to Fu Youcai.

The latter nodded and left the headmaster's office.

Time always slipped away unnoticed.

The night passed without incident, and the hopeful morning sun rose once more.

A new day of campus life began amid lively laughter and chatter...

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The instructor standing at the podium slapped the desk as a reminder.

"Let's confirm the class roster. When your name is called, please respond. Roll call begins!"

Pressing his middle and index fingers together, he gently pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The instructor at the podium picked up the roster from the desk and gave it a cursory glance.

A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes as he glanced toward the last row.

That was where Zijun and Qian Renxue were seated.

He withdrew his gaze.

Looking at the roster in his hand, he called out excitedly,

"Lu Renjia!"

"Here!" A plain-looking little boy with youthful energy written all over his face stood up and responded.

"Fu Deqi...!"

"Hey, Nana! Look over there! Isn't that the old man from the training ground yesterday? Why is he here attending class too?"

Xie Yue, seated in the second-to-last row near the right wall, patted Hu Liena on the shoulder and pointed toward Zijun's seat.

Hu Liena followed the direction of Xie Yue's finger.

Zijun, with his medium-length white-purple hair, was sprawled across his desk, sound asleep.

Only Qian Renxue beside him sat upright in her chair, a happy smile on her face.

"Who knows? Maybe Master was afraid her child would get bullied at the academy, so she made special arrangements."

After glancing at Zijun, Hu Liena lost interest.

In the minds of Hu Liena and the others, Zijun was a Spirit Hall elder who had "reverted to youth."

His true age was probably old enough to be their grandfather.

Why would a precocious little girl like her have any interest in some "old man"?

After calling several names, it was unclear whether the instructor did so deliberately or not.

He did not call Qian Renxue or the others.

He set down the attendance register, picked up another roster labeled Detailed Student Profiles, and began calling names again.

"The students I'm about to introduce are all exceptionally talented individuals from our entire academy! Those whose names were called earlier should work hard to learn from them!"

The male instructor raised a fist to his mouth and coughed before introducing them clearly and formally.

"Yan! Bone age: six! Ancient martial soul: Flame Lord! Level Six Spirit Scholar!"

Hearing his name called, Yan stood with his arms crossed, his gentle gaze falling upon Hu Liena.

However, she had no interest in him whatsoever, because under Bibi Dong's influence,

she had gradually become a woman who worshipped only the strong!

The reason Tang San had attracted her in the original story was entirely because he was stronger than she was.

"Hu Liena! Bone age: six! Martial soul: Fox Demon! Level Seven Spirit Scholar!"

Upon hearing the introductions of their profiles, aside from Qian Renxue and the others,

the other students looked at the two of them with faces full of envy.

"Wow! She reached Level Seven Spirit Scholar the moment she awakened! That's incredible!"

Clap! Clap! Clap!

He slapped the desk to signal for silence.

Once the students quieted down, the instructor at the podium continued the roll call.

"Qian Renxue! Bone age: six. Martial soul: Six-Winged Angel! Innate Full Soul Power! Level Twenty Spirit Master!"

"Here!" Qian Renxue instinctively raised her hand and responded.

But as she raised her hand, it was as though someone had pressed pause on the entire classroom!

Only her voice echoed through the room.

Every student in the class had their mouths hanging open, their eyes fixed on Qian Renxue!

Innate Full Soul Power, Level Twenty!

That talent!

Even Tang San, blessed with the protagonist's halo, could only look on in envy!

The two were not even on the same level!

Because of this, Zijun, who had read the story in his previous life,

had not understood before his death where Qian Renxue had lost. Why did she deserve to lose?

In the original work, Qian Renxue was not only extraordinarily gifted! She had also been born ten years before Tang San!

Yet by the time Qian Renxue was thirty, she had only just reached the Spirit Saint realm!

To put it bluntly, if that talent were given to a dog, it would still far surpass its peers!

Yet Qian Renxue had somehow made no major progress at all and was even caught up to by Blue Silver Grass.

It was utterly absurd!

No one knew who started it, but waves of astonished cries suddenly rang out across the classroom.

"Oh my god! She's so adorable!"

"As expected of Spirit Hall's Her Highness the Princess! Her talent is so incredible!"

Seeing everyone praising Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, seated by the wall, murmured unwillingly,

"One day, I'll prove to Master that I am Spirit Hall's most suitable successor!"

"Quiet, quiet!" the instructor at the podium called out again.

He swept his gaze over the students present and set down the profile roster in his hand.

He raised a hand to adjust his glasses. A fiery expression slowly appeared on his stern face.

His gaze locked firmly onto the last row.