The First Day of School, Zhou Yi's Deliberate Targeting

A few days later, the enrollment season drew to a close.

Shrek Academy's Outer Court welcomed a new batch of students, and the entire campus was permeated with the scent of fresh blood.

Mu Tianyi was assigned to Freshman Class One, with Zhou Yi as the homeroom teacher.

He was quite curious whether Zhou Yi would dare to use her usual "intimidating" tactics on him.

It wasn't that he was worried about Zhou Yi discovering his identity and thus feeling constrained in her actions.

Mu Tianyi's file was classified as top secret; someone at Zhou Yi's level didn't even have the qualifications to know it existed.

As for why he had been assigned to Class One, Mu Tianyi already had a rough guess.

Shrek's Outer Court had ten classes, each with nearly a hundred students, and the Class One led by Zhou Yi was known for its high advancement rate and low student count.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see this blatant exploitation of loopholes, so why had Zhou Yi been able to run rampant year after year?

Where did Zhou Yi get the confidence to wantonly expel students from the Outer Court and threaten them with dismissal at every turn?

This wasn't because she possessed any great ability herself, but because of the person standing behind her.

Her husband, Fan Yu, was an eighth-rank Soul Engineer and a future pillar of Shrek Academy's Soul Guidance Department.

Mu Tianyi couldn't be bothered to get involved in the messy affairs between the Martial Soul Department and the Soul Guidance Department.

However, having declined to enroll in the Soul Guidance Department on the very day of registration, only to be assigned to the class led by Zhou Yi, he couldn't help but feel that these events were all too coincidental when strung together.

His intuition told him that Yan Shaozhe's shadow was undoubtedly behind this.

As for what Yan Shaozhe was plotting by shoving him into Zhou Yi's class, he could figure it out with his toes.

It was nothing more than borrowing a knife to kill someone.

He wanted to use Zhou Yi as a blade to strike at him, a hard nut to crack; if the blade shattered, Yan Shaozhe would be happy to see it, and if it didn't, it would still cause trouble for Zhou Yi—a win-win situation regardless.

Unfortunately, Mu Tianyi had never been a blade that was easy to wield.

His style of conduct had always been to meet soldiers with shields and floods with earth.

If Zhou Yi truly dared to use her usual methods for dealing with ordinary students on him, he wouldn't mind letting this "famous homeroom teacher" learn what it meant to accidentally trespass into the territory of the heavens.

The white freshman teaching building was located on the far east side of the Outer Court; the entire structure was snow-white, appearing exceptionally striking under the sunlight.

In the small plaza in front of the building, many freshmen were already waiting.

Mu Tianyi and Gongyang Mo passed through the lobby on the first floor, turned two corners along the corridor, and stopped at the entrance of a classroom.

Freshman Class One.

More than half the seats in the classroom were already filled, and the sound of chatter rose and fell.

Mu Tianyi swept his gaze across the room; it could hold about a hundred people, the desks and chairs were arranged neatly, and a blackboard hung above the podium.

Mu Tianyi's plan was clear.

The back row by the window, the hometown of kings.

Mu Tianyi picked a seat by the window at random and sat down, while Gongyang Mo naturally sat beside him and began looking around to size up their classmates.

Mu Tianyi's gaze swept across the classroom listlessly before suddenly stopping in one direction.

A young girl sat in the corner against the wall.

Her long, light blue hair draped down to her waist, shimmering with a cold luster in the morning light.

Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her features were exquisite but devoid of any excess expression.

Those light blue eyes looked ahead indifferently, as if covered by a thin layer of ice.

She sat there quietly, with two empty seats around her; no one approached, as if the very air around her automatically dropped by three degrees.

The coldness that emanated from her very bones was like snow in the deep mountains—pure, untainted, and clean—making people want to approach yet not daring to do so.

Mu Tianyi watched for two seconds before withdrawing his gaze.

This blue-haired girl was likely Ling Luochen, one of the future Shrek Seven Devils.

The features were too easy to recognize: long light blue hair, an ice-type martial soul, and that cold, "stay away" temperament.

Perhaps due to the keen senses of a soul master, Ling Luochen seemed to notice Mu Tianyi's gaze. She turned her head, and those phoenix eyes met Mu Tianyi's without reservation.

Mu Tianyi didn't dodge, meeting her gaze with a calm expression.

As their eyes locked, the girl's gaze seemed to have a layer of frost, cold and distant.

Mu Tianyi, however, felt no discomfort; the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly.

Such a pretty young girl—looking a few extra times wouldn't hurt, and acting guilty would only make him seem like he had something to hide.

Tap, tap, tap...

The sound of high heels drew closer and closer.

Logically speaking, such a sound should have been so faint as to be nearly inaudible.

However, with someone deliberately amplifying it using soul power, every step felt like it was landing on the beat of one's own heartbeat, precise enough to make one inexplicably nervous.

Anyone who had seen the bulletin board knew that the homeroom teacher of Freshman Class One was named Zhou Yi.

Such a two-character ID was the type that made one take a second look immediately.

Coupled with the crisp sound of those high heels, many bros had already started letting their imaginations run wild, urgently shifting their focus and transforming into ace pilots ready for takeoff at any moment.

The moment the door was pushed open, all eyes converged on it in unison.

The first thing to enter was a leg.

To be precise, it was a slender, long leg wrapped in black silk stockings.

On the foot was a pair of red patent leather high heels; the heels were as thin as nails, yet she walked with absolute steadiness.

Moving up, she wore a well-tailored black professional suit, the waist cinched just right to outline the curves of a woman to perfection.

Moving up further...

Was a face.

A face covered in wrinkles.

The bros of Class One: "Don't shoot, stop shooting, stop shooting, we've been tricked!"

The expressions on the faces of the male students who were still fantasizing about a "charming and beautiful teacher" shifted from anticipation to confusion, from confusion to horror, and finally settled into a despair that screamed, "I want to die."

Mu Tianyi glanced at the changing expression of the round-faced boy sitting next to him and nearly burst out laughing.

Brother, your expression is more brilliant than any comedy I've ever seen.

This is a tribute to the legendary captain.

At this moment, it was still six or seven years before the start of the original story, and Zhou Yi was only a high-level Soul Ancestor at this time.

The footsteps paused for a moment at the doorway.

The teacher's arrival caused the once-noisy Freshman Class One to fall into dead silence in an instant.

Zhou Yi pushed the door open and entered; at the same time, an invisible pressure of soul power surged from her body like a tide, silently sweeping across the entire classroom.

Most of the students in the classroom were only at the one or two-ring cultivation level.

Under this pressure from Zhou Yi, their heads lowered row after row, like wheat being harvested by an invisible sickle.

Zhou Yi stood on the podium, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly beneath her mask.

This was exactly the effect she wanted.

Let them know who is the boss first, and the days ahead will be easier to manage.

Only Mu Tianyi, who was a Soul Ancestor himself, remained completely unaffected when he felt this laughable pressure from Zhou Yi; instead, he stared directly back at her.

Noticing Mu Tianyi's gaze, Zhou Yi immediately guessed the identity of the person before her—it was likely the genius student she had seen on the list last night.

Finding her attack blocked, a trace of displeasure rose in Zhou Yi's heart.

But more than that, it was the interest of a hunter scrutinizing their prey.

She was just about to increase the pressure, intending to give this ignorant brat a taste of his own medicine.