The First Class, Wu Zhangkong's Assessment

Early the next morning.

The freshman orientation ceremony was immediately followed by class assignments.

Long Hengxu, the Dean of Academic Affairs, began calling names one by one to organize the classes.

"Tang Wulin, Grade One, Class One."

"Xie Xie, Grade One, Class One."

"..."

Offstage, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were both dumbfounded, while their roommates, Yun Xiao and Zhou Changxi, were left completely stupefied.

"Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, didn't the Dean say yesterday that we were all being sent to the worst class, Class Five? What is going on?" Yun Xiao looked at Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, his face full of indignation.

Where was the fairness in this!

He had just been watching the show, and he was sent straight to Class Five.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie had gotten into a fight, and it was supposedly settled that they would be in Class Five too. How did they end up in Class One by this morning?

If there wasn't some shady deal going on, who would believe it!

"I... I don't know either..." Tang Wulin looked bewildered; he truly had no idea what was happening.

However, to him, there was no difference between Class Five and Class One; it was all Eastsea Academy anyway.

He firmly believed that as long as he studied hard and diligently, he would surely reap the rewards.

"Strange, no one notified me in advance. But Class One is the best class, and that guy is definitely in Class One too. What a drag..."

Xie Xie cursed his bad luck inwardly.

He was confident in his own talent; no matter which class he was assigned to, he would be at the top. If he had been assigned to Class Five, he would certainly have been the class monitor, enjoying endless prestige.

But if he was assigned to Class One, he would have to live in someone else's shadow for several years. It was simply a nightmare...

"Xie Xie, why do you look so terrible?"

Tang Wulin looked at Xie Xie and asked curiously.

Although they had fought yesterday, they had become friends through the conflict. Plus, Xie Xie had helped him pay the fine and treated him to a meal, so he had a rather good impression of him.

"There's a monster in Class One. You'll know when the time comes," Xie Xie said helplessly.

"What kind of monster?"

Tang Wulin scratched his head, feeling confused.

There was a monster in Class One—what did that have to do with him?

Soon, the class assignments concluded, and everyone found their respective classrooms.

Sure enough, Su Chen was in the Class One area, sitting in the front row.

Three or four students were clearly within his circle; they all knew Su Chen and were trying to get on his good side, though Su Chen only nodded symbolically.

The other twenty or so students felt completely baffled by this.

Su Chen kept a low profile and was only famous within his own circle. Some students from peripheral families, or "wild" ones like Tang Wulin, naturally didn't know Su Chen at all.

Xie Xie and Tang Wulin walked over and found seats.

A moment later.

The classroom door was pushed open, and a young man walked in.

The man had an exceptionally tall and straight build, standing well over 1.9 meters. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were clearly defined under his white shirt, and his long legs looked particularly straight in his well-tailored white trousers.

Beneath a high-bridged nose, his thin, clear lips formed a cold, stern face.

His dark green pupils were as deep as a cold pool, and his ice-blue long hair draped behind him, making him appear exceptionally aloof.

He had no expression on his face, and his gaze swept across the classroom with a sense of indifference and chill.

"So handsome..." Many girls were instantly attracted by this unique and cold temperament, watching him in a daze.

The young man looked at everyone and said expressionlessly, "My name is Wu Zhangkong. From today on, I will be your teacher for the next six years."

"We will now begin self-introductions: name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level, and future goals. Su Chen, you start."

Wu Zhangkong looked directly at Su Chen and called his name.

"Oh."

Su Chen nodded, then walked to the podium and looked at everyone. "My name is Su Chen. Twin Martial Souls: Soul Suppressing Pagoda and Void Chrono Dragon. Level 37 Soul Elder."

"As for my goal..."

Su Chen shrugged and said, "Like most of you, to become the strongest Soul Master."

As Su Chen's voice fell, the room instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's mouths hung wide open, clearly shocked beyond measure.

At the same age, most of them were only at Level 12 or 13, yet Su Chen was already more than 20 levels ahead of them—surpassing them by two entire major realms.

How could such a monstrous person exist in this world?

"Soul... Soul Elder? That's fake, right..."

"This is too absurd. Is he even human?"

"Damn, he really is a monster!"

Some were envious, some were jealous; everyone reacted differently.

"Heh, a bunch of bumpkins. Is the talent of Young Master Su something you mere mortals can fathom?"

Several of Su Chen's supporters sneered.

Born into prominent East Sea families, they naturally revered Su Chen, even mythologizing him in their hearts. No matter how powerful a talent Su Chen displayed, they would never be shocked, nor would they compare themselves to him, lest their mentalities shatter.

"Thirty... thirty-seven. How on earth does he cultivate? Is this what a genius from a big city is like...?"

Tang Wulin was completely stunned.

This was a Soul Elder, a level many teachers at Red Mountain Academy couldn't even reach.

However, Tang Wulin only felt shocked at this moment; he didn't feel much pressure.

After all, the other party was far too strong for him; he just had to avoid comparing himself to him.

"Not bad. Next."

Wu Zhangkong nodded slightly upon hearing this.

He then looked at a cold, arrogant boy sitting behind Su Chen and said, "Next."

The boy sitting behind Su Chen had a center-parted hairstyle and thin lips. He had originally looked arrogant, but after Su Chen finished his introduction, he was completely dumbfounded.

The arrogance on his face vanished, replaced by a deep sense of confusion.

"Next."

Seeing the boy dazed, Wu Zhangkong frowned and called out to him again.

"Oh, oh..."

The boy snapped back to reality and hurriedly walked to the podium. "My name is Wei Xiaofeng, my Martial Soul is Green Shadow Snake, Soul Power Level 19, and my goal is..."

Because of Su Chen's opening, Wei Xiaofeng's cultivation level, while high, didn't cause much of a stir.

"My name is Wang Jinxi, my Martial Soul is Bone Dragon King, Soul Power Level 19..."

"My name is Zhang Yangzi, my Martial Soul is Dark Phantom Eagle, Soul Power Level 19..."

"My name is Xie Xie, my Martial Soul is Light Dragon Dagger, Soul Power Level 18..."

Xie Xie spoke, feeling depressed inside.

If he were in Class 5, he could have made a big impression.

Now, in Class 1, he seemed quite mediocre.

"My name is Tang Wulin, my Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, Soul Power Level 11..."

Following Tang Wulin's self-introduction, the previously quiet classroom immediately erupted in discussion.

"What? Blue Silver Grass, only level 11? How did this guy get into Class 1?"

"Did they make a mistake with the class assignments?"

Many students whispered among themselves. Class 1 was the best class, with an average Soul Power Level above 14, and none of their Martial Souls were weak.

It was one thing for Tang Wulin's Soul Power Level to be low, but his Martial Soul was the trashiest Blue Silver Grass. Under normal circumstances, he should have been in the bottom-tier Class 5. How did he end up in Class 1?

The strongest genius was in Class 1.

The trashiest Blue Silver Grass was also in Class 1.

This was getting interesting.

"Quiet. There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. I will conduct a practical assessment later. Any student ranked lower than Tang Wulin will have their daily training volume doubled."

Wu Zhangkong spoke coldly, and a terrifying aura erupted, instantly silencing the classroom.

However, no one took these words to heart.

Even the Tool Soul Masters didn't believe they would lose to a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master.

"Heh, these guys are in for a world of hurt." Seeing this, Xie Xie gloated.

He had witnessed Tang Wulin's terrifying strength. In a one-on-one fight, Tang Wulin's combat power was at least in the top five of the class.

All the students ranked after Tang Wulin would have their training doubled; they were in for a rough time.