The Start of School, a Heaven-Defying Homeroom Teacher

After Huo Yuhao returned to the hotel, the next two days were spent doing nothing but his daily meals and a single trip to the Treasure Pavilion to collect his custom-made Spirit Guidance Device.

The rest of his time was spent in his hotel room, diligently cultivating his Spirit Power and mental strength.

Regarding his mental strength, thanks to the unique God Forging Technique passed down by Electrolux, his mental power was visibly solidifying day by day.

As for his Spirit Power cultivation, the residual medicinal effects of the Black Water Pill were almost entirely digested by Huo Yuhao within these two days.

Huo Yuhao discovered that after the marrow-cleansing process, his current cultivation speed was actually more than five percent faster than before.

Thus, on the morning of the third day, the time finally arrived for the official start of classes for the first-year students at Shrek Academy.

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes, waking from his meditation.

By now, the light outside the window was bright. Huo Yuhao dressed neatly and headed toward Shrek Academy.

Arriving in front of the familiar Martial Soul Department teaching building, the white gates symbolizing the first-year wing were wide open, and the new students filed in one after another.

Huo Yuhao had known he was assigned to Class One during registration, so he quickly found the classroom door and walked inside.

Upon entering, he found that the classroom was tiered and could accommodate about a hundred people. It was already packed; he was considered a late arrival.

As soon as Huo Yuhao stepped into the room, he immediately drew the gazes of the entire class.

Some of the female students, upon seeing Huo Yuhao's appearance, had their eyes light up and began whispering to the girls beside them.

Another handsome guy is here!

Some of the boys, however, secretly snorted in their hearts and turned their heads away with disdain.

Another pretty boy is here!

Wang Dong, sitting in the top left corner, saw Huo Yuhao and his expression turned ugly. Gritting his teeth, he muttered under his breath, "This guy is actually in Class One too."

A group of girls had gathered around Wang Dong. His seatmate was a very sweet and cute young girl with delicate features and long hair tied into twin tails behind her head.

Hearing Wang Dong's muttering, her eyes lit up as she asked, "Wang Dong, do you know that handsome black-haired boy?"

Wang Dong glanced at her and said, "I suppose so. I had a fight with him on the first day of registration. Xiao Xiao, that guy is no good; you'd best stay away from him."

Xiao Xiao said nonchalantly, "No way. Looking at how good-looking he is, he should be a good person, right?"

Wang Dong rolled his eyes, too frustrated to say another word.

What a hopeless, looks-obsessed romantic.

Xiao Xiao's gaze remained fixed on Huo Yuhao, her eyes slightly unfocused as she thought to herself, "Another handsome guy, and a completely different type from Wang Dong. But he seems a bit more masculine than Wang Dong, doesn't he? Should I go sit next to him in a bit? But would Wang Dong get angry? If they both started chasing me, who should I choose?"

Xiao Xiao secretly began to fantasize about that scenario.

If Wang Dong could hear Xiao Xiao's inner thoughts, he would probably be sweating bullets.

No, sister, you're already choosing?

Huo Yuhao scanned the room and found an empty seat in the corner of the classroom to sit down.

Just as he sat, an old woman walked through the classroom door. She had white hair and wrinkled skin, with her graying hair coiled on top of her head. She wore a water-blue robe, was of medium build, and wore a pair of glasses.

Although she looked quite old, her back was straight as a ramrod. She strode to the podium and slowly swept her sharp gaze across the entire classroom.

The previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.

The old woman's expression was stern, and combined with her sharp gaze, she exuded an intense mental pressure.

"My name is Zhou Yi, and I am the homeroom teacher for Class One. For the coming year, I will be responsible for your instruction. However, I will state this in advance: most of you will be expelled, because I am training monsters, freaks, and true geniuses."

"And you, based on what I have seen so far, are mostly just a bunch of losers and trash. Trash has no right to study at Shrek Academy."

Zhou Yi's voice was unpleasant—hoarse and sharp, like a cracked gong.

Hearing this, most of the students in the classroom were indignant. We haven't even been here for three minutes, and we're already trash in this old woman's eyes?

Who even are you?

Most students who could enter Shrek were either from noble Spirit Master families or were from very wealthy backgrounds.

Not only did they have deep family roots, but their talent was also among the best of their peers in their respective regions.

Who among them didn't have a shred of pride?

The few commoner Spirit Masters were even more so; those who could make it here as commoners were essentially young people with exceptional talent.

To conclude that everyone was an idiot in less than three minutes—could this teacher be some kind of Limit Douluo-level powerhouse?

Even a Limit Douluo would find it difficult to see through everyone's aptitude at a glance; only a god could possibly do that.

Who do you think you are?

Yet, Zhou Yi remained expressionless. Ignoring the students' anger, she continued on her own, "Those who have fought since registration began, stand up."

The people in the classroom looked at each other, none of them understanding what the old woman meant. Even if they had fought, no one would be stupid enough to stand up.

Hearing this, Wang Dong quietly turned his head to glance at Huo Yuhao, only to find him closing his eyes to rest, seemingly treating the old woman's words as nothing more than hot air.

He snorted coldly and then slowly stood up.

Out of the hundred or so students in the class, only Wang Dong stood up, and he instantly became the focal point of the entire room.

"Just one?" Zhou Yi scanned the room with dissatisfaction. "It seems my judgment was correct. You really are all a bunch of losers without a shred of backbone. Don't you know that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre? Everyone except him, get out and run one hundred laps around Shrek Plaza. Anyone who doesn't finish will be expelled immediately!"

The moment these words were spoken, an uproar erupted. Punished just for not fighting? Expelled for not finishing the run? Who could stand for that?

For a moment, not a single person in the classroom moved.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi's wrinkled face revealed a trace of dissatisfaction. The next instant, six Spirit Rings rose from beneath her feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.

A Spirit Emperor's cultivation!

A terrifying aura radiated from her, spreading outward. The intense pressure made it impossible for anyone—save for Huo Yuhao, who was resting with his eyes closed—to even catch their breath. In less than a minute, everyone's faces had flushed beet-red.

"I am a Spirit Emperor! Can you pieces of trash compare to me? Are you not going to run yet? If you don't go, you're all expelled!" Zhou Yi pressed them with her power, the pressure from her body growing ever stronger.

Cowed by her tyranny, the crowd had no choice but to stand up and prepare to head to the plaza outside the classroom to run.

"Comparing your cultivation to newly enrolled students, calling it a lack of 'spirit' to follow the rules, and expelling students at will just because their strength can't keep up—you really are something. What a fine Shrek Academy. You claim to cultivate monsters, yet you let a piece of trash do the cultivating. It's truly heaven-defying. If one day Shrek Academy actually produces a monster, it will only prove that those people were monsters to begin with. What does that have to do with a piece of trash like you?"

Just then, Huo Yuhao, who had been sitting in the corner of the back row with his eyes closed, silently listening to Zhou Yi spout nonsense, slowly opened his eyes and spoke in a tone of extreme disdain.