If you were in the same era as me, you would be like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

Huo Yuhao stood up in full view of everyone. To him, the oppressive aura constantly radiating from Zhou Yi felt like a gentle breeze, having no effect whatsoever.

The entire class, with the exception of Wang Dong, wore expressions of shock. Who was this person, and how could he remain so indifferent in the face of this old hag?

"Insolent!" Zhou Yi's expression darkened. This statement was a blatant provocation and a slap in the face; the authority she had struggled to establish before these students instantly vanished into thin air.

"What is your name? And what was the meaning of that remark just now?" Zhou Yi's voice was low, her inner rage growing ever more intense.

"I meant exactly what I said. If you use your cultivation to bully us freshmen instead of reasoning, then what use are you if our cultivation is already high?"

"In your eyes, those who follow the rules are spineless mediocrities? I recall that Shrek Academy's policy for ten thousand years has been to advocate peace and oppose war. By your logic, if a genius can stir up trouble at will, wouldn't everyone at Shrek Academy become an Evil Soul Master?"

"Furthermore, you expel students whose strength doesn't meet your requirements? What a display of power!"

"Let me guess: the reason you expel students who don't meet your standards immediately isn't to maintain your graduation rate, is it?"

"Do you expel a large number of low-ranking students every year and then shamelessly claim your class has the highest graduation rate in the grade? That would be too shameless. You couldn't possibly be that shameless, right? Surely not?"

Huo Yuhao methodically explained his previous remarks.

Zhou Yi had not expected anyone to dare challenge her authority to her face. Her complexion grew increasingly flushed until, finally, it looked as if a volcano were about to erupt.

The students in the classroom looked at Zhou Yi's intensely red face, feeling a sense of unease.

"That guy might actually be right." Wang Dong's expression was strange.

Deep down, Wang Dong felt it was highly probable that Huo Yuhao's speculation was true.

He looked at Zhou Yi with deep disdain.

After hearing Huo Yuhao's logical analysis, the other students in the class slowly began to process it, and one by one, they cast contemptuous glances at Zhou Yi.

At this moment, Zhou Yi wished she could tear Huo Yuhao's mouth apart.

For years, she had used these despicable tactics to whitewash her own abysmal teaching standards.

But now, Huo Yuhao was slapping her in the face in real-time, exposing all her tricks. How would she ensure her graduation rate in the future?

Having her darkest secret exposed in public, Zhou Yi was furious to the point of losing control.

She couldn't help but wonder if some new type of imaging Spirit Guidance Device had been planted on her.

Otherwise, how could Huo Yuhao know her methods so clearly?

Zhou Yi looked up, only to see the contempt in everyone's eyes.

She snapped in a rage, "Enough! Is my teaching style something you pieces of trash are qualified to question? Do you have any concept of respecting your teacher?"

"And you? What is your name? State it!" Zhou Yi glared at Huo Yuhao with hateful eyes.

Huo Yuhao looked at Zhou Yi's frantic state and felt even more disdain. "Calling us trash at every turn, yet you have the nerve to talk about respecting teachers? You aren't fit to be an educator! My name is Huo Yuhao!"

Huo Yuhao stood his ground, stating his name without a hint of fear.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the class, save for Wang Dong, wore a look of shock.

"He's Huo Yuhao!"

"The one who defeated a three-ring Spirit Grandmaster while only having one ring!"

"No wonder he's so fearless; he's a true monster genius."

"Haha, this old hag, spouting nonsense in front of such a monster—she's kicked a steel plate this time. I think she's exactly what Huo Yuhao said: a teacher with a hollow reputation."

"How did Shrek Academy recruit someone like this? Can people like her really be teachers?"

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

"Scoundrel!" Zhou Yi glared at Huo Yuhao. "So you're the brat who's been stirring up trouble in the Outer Court lately. Do you think you're invincible just because you have a little strength? You're only a one-ring cultivator—how dare you provoke a Spirit Emperor?"

Huo Yuhao retorted with a strange question, "I don't get it either. You're an old thing, decades old, and you only have six rings of cultivation. I think you're the real piece of trash. What right do you have to be arrogant in front of me? If you're so capable, why aren't you cultivating in the Inner Court?"

"You're a failure yourself, yet you keep talking about training monsters. Have you ever considered that a failure can't train monsters? If the students are excellent, it's because their talent was already there; it has nothing to do with you."

"How did you even stay at Shrek with this level of teaching? Did you rely on some man to barely keep your footing in the academy?"

"Facing the gossip of others, are you desperately trying to prove yourself, which is why you use these despicable means to inflate your graduation rate?"

"Perhaps, to avoid those rumors, have you been deliberately keeping your distance from that man? Are you just deceiving yourself?"

Huo Yuhao unleashed a continuous barrage of questions.

"Boom!" An extremely powerful pressure erupted from Zhou Yi. This time, everyone except Huo Yuhao—including Wang Dong—was pinned down, unable to move, firmly locked into their seats. Some of the physically weaker Support-type Spirit Masters even rolled their eyes back and fainted.

Zhou Yi raised a finger, pointing it angrily at Huo Yuhao, her entire body trembling with rage.

"You, you!" The massive emotional fluctuation caused her chest to heave, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Huo Yuhao stood his ground with a mocking expression, finding Zhou Yi's breakdown rather amusing.

She's breaking down already? Her stress tolerance is completely nonexistent.

Compared to the intensity of the arguments he had on the forums in his past life, this was nothing more than a light drizzle.

If Zhou Yi could see what the people on the forums thought of her, she might just drop dead on the spot.

Zhou Yi stood there for a long time, struggling to suppress the turbulent emotions in her heart.

After her eyes darted around, she said, "Sharp-tongued brat. If you have the guts, meet me at the Spirit Fighting Arena. We'll fight with equalized cultivation. If you lose, you'll get out of Shrek Academy yourself. How about it?"

Huo Yuhao smiled. "No need for equal cultivation. I can give you a handicap; you stay at the three-ring level. Since I am currently a one-ring cultivator fighting your three-ring self, I don't want others saying I'm bullying an old thing like you. I still understand the virtue of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young. If you lose, I won't make you crawl out of the academy—after all, I'm a kind-hearted person. You just need to give me a spirit bone with a lifespan of at least eight thousand years."

"An eight-thousand-year spirit bone? You certainly dare to ask." Zhou Yi took a deep look at Huo Yuhao and said, "Kid, at three-ring cultivation, I still possess the physical constitution of a Spirit Emperor. Do you really think you've already won?"

Huo Yuhao couldn't be bothered to answer; he simply walked silently out of the classroom door.

At the threshold of the classroom, he did not turn back, leaving Zhou Yi with the sight of his departing back as he spoke a single sentence in a calm tone.

Zhou Yi and every new student in the class heard those words with perfect clarity.

"You should be grateful that you were not born in the same era as me. What you see me do now is like a frog in a well gazing at the moon in the sky. If you had been born in my era, seeing me would be like a mayfly witnessing the vast blue sky."

"I'll be waiting for you at the Spirit Fighting Arena."