Zhou Yi (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Gulp...

It was unclear who had swallowed their saliva.

"This... Xiao Yulü, is this true? Did you really break through to your current level after consuming a single bottle of pills?"

Someone asked out of curiosity, and Xiao Yulü glanced at Xiao Yan before nodding.

"Yes, but it wasn't a bottle..."

Hearing this, some people let out a sigh of relief, only to hear Xiao Yulü continue:

"It was one pill."

"!!!"

The entire room was stunned.

Xiao Yan's gaze swept across the faces of everyone below the stage.

Some gasped in surprise, some looked on in disbelief, and others wore expressions of greed.

And there were those who turned their gaze toward themselves.

It was Ning Tian from the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

To be able to produce pills of this quality, who exactly is standing behind him...

With the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect behind him, Ning Tian was naturally aware of the existence of alchemist-type soul masters; in fact, the sect even had such individuals within its ranks.

Just as Xu Sanshi could produce a Mystic Water Pill, the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect had its own unique pill formulas, though they were rarely released into the market.

Yet, this so-called Purple Sun Pill of Xiao Yan's was, in terms of efficacy, not a whit inferior to the pills within the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect—it might even be superior!

Ning Tian pondered for a moment. To be able to bring out pills of this quality, Xiao Yan's background could not possibly be that of the Xiao Family Village; there had to be some other massive power involved...

Who, in the end, could it be?

A moment later, the little fatty Xiong Hui stood up.

"Xiao... Xiao Yan, I want to challenge you!"

In the end, someone could not resist the temptation and wanted to come up to challenge Xiao Yan to win that bottle of priceless Purple Sun Pill.

"Fine, let's head to the training grounds."

Xiao Yan nodded, then, as if suddenly remembering something, turned back to look at Mu Jin:

"Teacher Mu, I'd like to request a leave of absence with classmate Xiong. We'll be back shortly."

Mu Jin wore an awkward smile. This was clearly her class, yet all the limelight had been stolen by the youth before her; she truly didn't know what to say.

"Ahem, since you two wish to spar, it's a perfect opportunity for everyone to witness it. Let's all head to the training grounds."

"Oh! Yay!"

Children were naturally fond of freedom; if forced to follow a rigid classroom schedule, they would find it boring, but watching a spectacle on the training grounds was far more interesting.

Upon arriving at the training grounds, the Shrek Academy field was massive. Xiao Yan estimated the track alone was over five hundred meters long. At this moment, a sparse group of people was on the track, clearly being tormented by that old hag Zhou Yi.

However, Xiao Yan couldn't be bothered with her teaching methods; it wasn't him being punished, after all.

He walked to the sparring arena, and Xiong Hui walked to the opposite end, while the other students and Teacher Mu took their seats in the spectator area.

"Xiao Yan, level 15 assault-type battle soul master, please offer your guidance."

Xiao Yan stood with one hand behind his back, delivering the line with a great deal of flair. He had wanted to try this phrasing back when he read novels in his past life, and now that he finally had the chance to say it with such dignity, he had to admit, it really made one's blood boil.

"Xiong Hui, level 18 assault-type battle soul master, please offer your guidance!"

The little fatty also assumed a starting stance. After Xiao Yulü, acting as the referee, gave the order, he went all out, activating his Martial Soul Possession as a yellow soul ring shimmered around him.

"Martial Soul Possession—Thick Earth Bear!"

"First Soul Skill! Bear's Strength!"

Level eighteen, a century-old soul ring!

Without a doubt, with his talent, he would be a shining piece of gold anywhere.

But unfortunately, this was Shrek—the magnificent, golden Shrek.

Xiao Yan did not activate his martial soul; he simply ignited flames in one hand and then slammed a heavy punch into the ground.

Boom, boom, boom!

Xiong Hui's muscles bulged as he charged forward ferociously, intending to compress Xiao Yan into a zip file with a single punch, but faster than that was the heat spreading across the ground.

"Blazing Fist—Earth Fiend!"

Xiao Yan spoke the name of the technique slowly, and as he did, the ground cracked inch by inch. Flames erupted from within, burning the charging Xiong Hui from head to toe!

"This is... a Self-Created Soul Skill?"

Mu Jin's mouth hung slightly open. She had never expected this batch of freshmen to have such talent, to actually possess a Self-Created Soul Skill...

Just then, Zhou Yi, who was supervising the first-year class running on the track, noticed the commotion and strolled over.

"Teacher Mu, you've brought your class down here too? Are you looking to test out my teaching methods?"

Zhou Yi pulled a long face. Mu Jin looked at her and shook her head:

"No, I'm just bringing the students down for some sparring. Everyone's very enthusiastic about it."

Hearing this, Zhou Yi looked at the competition stage. Xiao Yan and Xiong Hui were fighting back and forth, and in the spectator stands, the other children were also watching with flushed faces, eager to try.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but sneer. She said earnestly:

"Mu Jin, we're both teachers. I still want to give you a few words of advice."

"Indulging your students like this is not good. It won't allow them to forge a sense of collective honor..."

However, Mu Jin shook her head:

"It's just the freshman class. Everyone will be assigned to different classes in the future. I just want to do my best to make them happy, that's all."

"Heh, truly the kindness of a woman."

Zhou Yi shook her head, expressing disdain for Mu Jin's teaching methods. Suddenly, however, she felt a sense of pressure.

A tremor from her Martial Soul.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Yi looked up and saw that on the competition stage, Xiao Yan had already exchanged ten moves with Xiong Hui. Without using his Martial Soul, relying solely on the Burning Technique was proving too difficult.

"It seems I can't defeat you without using my Martial Soul!"

Xiao Yan's expression changed, and then he shouted:

"Heaven and Earth are Unkind!"

"Huh?"

Xiong Hui was stunned. What was this guy doing, striking a pose halfway through a fight?

And besides, it's a fight, why is he spouting ancient prose?

"Treat all things as straw dogs!"

Xiao Yan recited the next line with a straight face. Then, his aura surged like a storm. The next moment, golden dragon scales grew, a dragon tail emerged, and flames blazed fiercely.

Martial Soul Possession—Little Fire Dragon!

To conceal his purple soul ring, Xiao Yan had gone to great lengths, which was why he needed to chant words to cover up his small movements.

After possessing his Martial Soul, Xiao Yan's physical functions increased severalfold. At the same time, his control over flames was no longer at the crude level it was before. Furthermore, he could now use the Little Fire Dragon's skills.

Glancing at his skill bar, Xiao Yan's lips curled. Purple flames gradually condensed in his mouth.

"Take a breath of my Dragon's Breath!"

Purple dragon flames spewed from the youth's mouth. His entire being radiated draconic might. Xiong Hui's eyes widened as he barely managed to defend. Meanwhile, Zhou Yi, who had been mocking Mu Jin's teaching methods nearby, was suddenly overwhelmed by the dragon's might emanating from the battle platform, and then...

Her legs suddenly went weak, and she abruptly knelt down.

Seeing this, Mu Jin's eyes widened. She quickly helped Zhou Yi up, saying anxiously:

"Hey, hey, hey! Teacher Zhou Yi, even if our teaching methods are wrong, you don't have to go to such lengths to beg me!"