Super-God Level Soul Tool Crafting Inheritance

Two hours later, the three of them left the barbecue restaurant, feeling satisfied.

This was Chu Feng's first time tasting the delicacies of this world, and it could only be summarized in one sentence: large portions that leave you full.

The portions were indeed sufficient, but the taste was mediocre at best. Even in such a popular barbecue joint, the flavor was nothing to write home about, comparable to the fast food of his past life.

It was no wonder Huo Yuhao could capture the appetites of 99% of beauties with just his grilled fish.

It turned out it wasn't because the grilled fish was exceptionally delicious, but because the food in this world was simply trash. By comparison, Huo Yuhao's meticulously prepared grilled fish was akin to a heavenly delicacy.

I should open a snack stall when I have the time; I might just make a fortune... Chu Feng felt tempted. Although he wasn't a chef in his past life, he had worked in a burger joint for several years and learned the true essence of it, especially the "Old Eight's Secret Burger." If he could recreate that, it would be a dimensional strike against the catering industry of this world.

After finishing their meal, the three of them returned to their respective rooms to cultivate.

The next day, the freshmen officially began classes.

Under Chu Feng's coercion, Wang Dong had woken up early to buy breakfast for him, but upon returning to the dormitory, he found that Chu Feng was still cultivating.

"Chu Feng, class starts in half an hour, why are you still cultivating?" Wang Dong subconsciously pouted, feeling a bit dissatisfied.

What kind of person is this? He's already so strong, yet he still works so hard at cultivation. Does he not want to let others live? Is there really a need to be this competitive?

Wang Dong felt helpless. Since Chu Feng returned, he had barely moved except to eat, drink, or use the restroom. He even used his sleeping time for cultivation, and without a hint of fatigue—he was simply a monster.

Seeing that Chu Feng didn't respond, Wang Dong stood there with his hands on his hips, staring blankly at him. However, as he watched, a blush involuntarily crept onto his small face.

He had to admit that Chu Feng was indeed quite good-looking, especially when he was focused on cultivation. His entire body exuded a faint, icy aura, making his temperament even more cold and stern, which made one unable to help but look a few more times.

Pfft, what am I thinking...

This guy is just a jerk. So what if he's a little handsome? What's so great about that!

Wang Dong quickly stopped his inner thoughts.

He checked the time and realized ten minutes had already passed. He grew anxious, considering whether to wake Chu Feng up, but he might get beaten for it...

But if he didn't wake Chu Feng up, they would both be late, and not only would they be punished, but he would also get a sound thrashing from Chu Feng...

After much deliberation, Wang Dong decided to wake Chu Feng.

Just as Wang Dong reached out to push him awake, Chu Feng, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

"Ah—"

Wang Dong was startled by Chu Feng's icy gaze and quickly stepped back.

"What are you doing! You scared me to death!"

Wang Dong glared at Chu Feng indignantly.

"It's nothing. Let's go, time for class."

Chu Feng didn't say much, stood up directly, took the towel Wang Dong had prepared for him to wipe his face, and then quickly brushed his teeth and changed his clothes...

In just three short minutes, Chu Feng had finished everything, leaving Wang Dong dumbfounded.

Although he had prepared most things for Chu Feng, the speed at which he got ready was still shocking.

Is this the speed at which boys wake up?

Isn't that too fast?

"Let's go, let's see our new teacher."

Chu Feng smiled lightly, took the breakfast from Wang Dong's hand, and walked straight out of the dormitory.

He had to admit, having a lackey to take care of his daily life was quite comfortable. He didn't have to worry about anything; he only needed to cultivate, and let Wang Dong handle all the other trivial matters.

At first, Wang Dong had been somewhat resistant, but after a few words of... "training" from him, Wang Dong had quickly adapted to his current job.

The dormitory area was not far from the teaching area, and the two arrived quickly.

The doors of the white teaching building were wide open, and the freshmen in white uniforms filed in, each wearing the small green monster emblem symbolizing Shrek Academy on their left chest.

However, because it was almost time for class, there were few students, and most were in a hurry, clearly about to be late.

Chu Feng and Wang Dong were also rushing, and they finally found Freshman Class One and entered the classroom just before the bell rang.

The classroom was large, with an estimated hundred or so people. With ten classes in total, there were nearly 1,000 freshmen. This was a massive number; after all, every batch of freshmen consisted of the most talented soul masters from the Three Great Empires, all of whom had soul power exceeding level 15 at the age of 12, destined for extraordinary future achievements.

Chu Feng also saw Huo Yuhao. He hadn't expected this guy to actually show up without asking for leave, which fit the stubborn personality of Huo Gua perfectly.

Huo Yuhao also saw Chu Feng, his eyes filled with a fighting spirit.

"Chu Feng, Wang Dong, over here!"

Seeing that the two had arrived right on time, Xiao Xiao waved at them anxiously.

There were two empty seats next to her, clearly reserved by Xiao Xiao specifically for Wang Dong and Chu Feng. Fortunately, Xiao Xiao was sweet and cute, and since there were far more seats in the classroom than students, the other classmates were very accommodating.

Chu Feng sat next to Xiao Xiao, and Wang Dong sat on her right. The others looked on with envy.

The boys envied Chu Feng and Wang Dong for being able to know such a cute girl; the girls envied Xiao Xiao for being able to hook the two most handsome boys in the class at once. Who knew such a pure little loli could be so bold?

Of course, many freshmen had reported early and recognized Wang Dong and Chu Feng; after all, the battle that day had almost disturbed the entire freshman dormitory building, and even the senior students had heard of it.

Just then.

An old woman walked through the classroom door. She had withered skin and crane-white hair coiled atop her head. Clad in a white robe, her eyes shone with a piercing light, giving her a rather imposing air.

The old woman reached the podium and swept her gaze across the crowd below. Every student caught in her stare felt an invisible pressure, their expressions shifting one by one.

Chu Feng felt it too, but Zhou Yi was merely a piece-of-trash six-ring Soul Emperor; this bit of pressure had no real impact on him.

Seeing everyone cowed by her aura, Zhou Yi nodded in satisfaction and spoke slowly: "My name is Zhou Yi, and I am your homeroom teacher. I am not certain how many of you will make it through the next year with me. But I want to tell you this: in my class, no trash will ever pass the examinations. I am here to cultivate monsters, not idiots."

As Zhou Yi's words fell, the expressions of many students changed, and some even revealed looks of anger.

What kind of bullshit was this old hag spouting?

Everyone who could enter Shrek was a genius, the cream of the crop among their peers, all destined to become at least Soul Emperors. To be called idiots now—who could stomach that?

However, hindered by Zhou Yi's pressure, most people swallowed their resentment.

Before anyone else could react, Zhou Yi spoke again: "Those who have fought in the few days since enrollment, stand up."

Hearing this, most of the class turned their eyes toward Chu Feng and Wang Dong.

Chu Feng had known Zhou Yi would pull this stunt, so he stood up immediately, looking calm and somewhat devil-may-care.

Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao hesitated for a second before standing up as well. Although they were the ones who had been beaten, it still counted as a fight. Both felt uneasy, wondering if this teacher would punish them.

"Hmph, a bunch of losers. Only three people fought!"

"Don't you know what it means to say, 'Those who dare not stir up trouble are mediocre'?"

Seeing only three people, Zhou Yi let out a cold snort.

Hearing this, Chu Feng actually agreed with the sentiment. If he didn't dare to act tough, he really would be mediocre; only by constantly acting tough could he take flight.

The others, having been scolded by Zhou Yi for no reason, were once again dumbfounded, their dissatisfaction with this new homeroom teacher growing deeper.

"Who did you three fight with?"

Zhou Yi looked at the three of them and asked nonchalantly.

"I beat those two up," Chu Feng said casually, as if stating the most ordinary fact in the world.

Zhou Yi:?

[You shocked Zhou Yi, obtaining "Super-God Level Soul Tool Crafting Inheritance*1"]

Chu Feng:?