As soon as the words left her mouth, an uproar erupted in the classroom. Zhou Yi stood to one side, watching the students below her making a racket. Her brows knitted together as her cold, stern gaze swept across the room. The noisy classroom fell silent at once—not even a pin could be heard dropping.
Only then did she nod in satisfaction. "This is the small reform I mentioned. Sometimes teachers make mistakes, too, and one person only has so much energy. I can't possibly take care of every student."
"Besides, the assistant teachers are young enough that they're not much older than you. And if they've been admitted to the Inner Court, they must have some personal cultivation tips. Those are advantages we teachers don't have."
Zhou Yi's gaze swept slowly over the new students' faces. Her tone was as cold and stern as ever, but there was something more to it now, something that gave them pause. "Shrek has never been bound by convention. The assistant-teacher system is meant to let you new students experience the rigor of veteran teachers and learn the practical insights of Inner Court elites."
"Senior Jiang Che, I've heard that everyone admitted to the Inner Court is a genius among geniuses. You must be incredibly strong. Could you show us?" someone stood up and said as soon as Zhou Yi finished speaking.
"Yeah, Senior Jiang Che, show us what a genius can do!"
"..."
With one student leading the way, the rest began to join in. They were all talented students, and most came from families with some means.
Before they had entered Shrek, their families had told them that they'd be lucky just to graduate. No one had expected them to make it into the Inner Court.
How could a group of students who'd grown up in comfort and thought themselves extraordinary accept that? Now that they'd finally met someone from the Inner Court, they naturally wanted to compare themselves with him.
"Bang! Bang!" Zhou Yi pounded the desk in front of her several times, drowning out all their voices.
Then Zhou Yi looked at Jiang Che. When he noticed her gaze, he nodded to her.
"Heh. Since you're all so eager to know how strong I am, I'll show you a little something." Jiang Che chuckled. He hadn't wanted to show off, but his classmates were just too enthusiastic.
He had a proper position now, after all. What was wrong with a "teacher" satisfying his students' curiosity?
At once, a terrifying aura surged from Jiang Che. The oppressive wave of Soul Power left every student in the room struggling to breathe. Even Zhou Yi, a powerful Soul Emperor, wasn't spared.
Soul Rings rose one by one from beneath Jiang Che's feet: one yellow, two purple, four black, until at last the blood-red ring appeared.
Eight Soul Rings hovered quietly beneath Jiang Che. The progression from yellow to purple to black was already stunning, but that final blood-red ring was like a crimson crescent moon, radiating a pressure that made their hearts quake.
The whole classroom fell deathly silent. Even the sound of breathing was barely audible.
The new students' excitement and curiosity had vanished from their faces, replaced by sheer shock and awe.
Most of them had never even seen a Soul King, let alone someone who looked barely over twenty and was already a Soul Douluo with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
Only after Jiang Che withdrew his Soul Rings did everyone breathe in great gulps of air, as if they'd finally been released. He'd shown his Soul Rings for only a few seconds, yet it had left them feeling utterly hopeless.
For those few seconds, they'd experienced the agony of being at someone else's mercy. They hadn't even been able to circulate their Soul Power, let alone fight back.
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