New Student Assessment...

"I really never expected things to end like this. You said you would make a move, but I never thought you really would, kid!"

Inside an office, Wang Yan looked at his nephew before him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he spoke in shock.

That was right. Under Yan Shaozhe's arrangements, Wang Yan had become the homeroom teacher of Class One. Qiangu Qitian wholeheartedly approved of this.

Although his uncle was not particularly strong, his theoretical knowledge was absolutely eighteen streets ahead of Zhou Yi's. Having him serve as homeroom teacher was the responsible choice for the students.

"Zhou Yi provoked me first. Who knew she would be so weak? She couldn't even take a single strike from me."

"Uncle, you don't need to worry either. Starting today, she won't appear before me again."

Qiangu Qitian shrugged. He was no longer particularly concerned about Zhou Yi's matter.

"You beat Zhou Yi into that state. Naturally, I'm not worried about her taking revenge on you. I'm worried about Fan Yu behind her."

"As an eighth-rank Soul Engineer, if he wants revenge against you, your life could be in danger."

When Wang Yan heard Qiangu Qitian call Zhou Yi weak, the corner of his mouth twitched.

His own strength was actually inferior to Zhou Yi's. After all, he had only just advanced to Spirit King, leaving him several levels below her.

If Zhou Yi could be judged weak by his nephew, then his own strength probably was even less worth mentioning before him.

But Wang Yan did not care too much about that. After all, he had watched Qiangu Qitian grow up, and the boy was practically no different from his own child.

"Uncle, you don't need to worry. Senior Brother Yan has already warned Fan Yu for you. As long as he is a smart man, he won't entertain thoughts of revenge against me."

"If he really does think of taking revenge, I'm not someone without backing either."

"Heh, in five years at most, I won't fear an eighth-rank Soul Engineer anymore."

Raising his combat power to the Spirit Douluo level within five years and securing some opportunities from the original story—Qiangu Qitian was confident he could accomplish that.

Seeing how confident his nephew was, Wang Yan found it difficult to say anything more. He nodded and fell silent.

After bidding Wang Yan farewell, Qiangu Qitian returned to the dormitory once more and began meditating.

As evening approached, Beibei's footsteps sounded outside the dormitory. He walked in from outside with a faint blush on his face.

From the looks of it, he seemed to have just gone through something.

Qiangu Qitian casually teased him with a glance, but did not say anything further.

Instead, Beibei came over with a curious look, widening his eyes as he continuously examined Qiangu Qitian from head to toe.

"What exactly do you want? If there's nothing else, go back to your own place."

"If you keep disturbing my cultivation, I'll show you what a real iron fist is."

He had wanted to continue meditating, but Beibei's stare made him genuinely uncomfortable. Qiangu Qitian opened his eyes and looked at him speechlessly as he spoke.

"I don't want anything. I'm just looking at a monster."

"Brother, I knew you were strong, but I never expected you to be this terrifyingly strong."

"I already asked around. That Zhou Yi is a level fifty-seven Spirit King, yet you beat her into that state with one strike."

"We're brothers, so don't lie to me. How strong are you really now?"

When Beibei had watched Qiangu Qitian confront Zhou Yi during the day, he had appeared very calm, but that was purely because he did not want to embarrass himself in front of Tang Ya. In truth, he had been no less shocked than anyone else.

Now that they had returned to the dormitory, he desperately wanted to know just how frightening Qiangu Qitian's strength really was.

One strike was enough to take down a level fifty-seven Spirit King.

Although that Spirit King was a mediocre one who had still remained at that level well into her thirties or forties, that strength was still astonishing enough.

They had both grown up on Sea God Island, and both had been taught by Mu En, so why was the gap between him and Qiangu Qitian so vast? It was practically an unbridgeable chasm.

"How strong am I now? I can probably fight an ordinary Spirit Emperor."

"If they're any stronger than that, things will become troublesome. I might even have to flee in disgrace just to save my life."

Qiangu Qitian had an estimate of his current strength. Just as he said, he could at most contend against some ordinary Spirit Emperor-level experts.

The moment he encountered a Spirit Saint or Spirit Douluo, he would need to prepare to run.

Unless the Spirit Saint on the other side was willing to stand still and let him attack, allowing him to stack the Indomitable Staff Technique strike after strike. Only then could he try to seriously injure a Spirit Saint or Spirit Douluo.

As for a Title Douluo, heh. The instant they met, if the other party bore ill intent, he would be killed in a second.

"You can only fight an ordinary Spirit Emperor?"

"Only? A Spirit Emperor!"

Beibei felt as though his soul had suffered a violent shock. He even had the urge to cough up blood.

Wasn't this gap far too huge?

Beibei's Soul Power was only level thirty-three. Even with a top-tier Martial Soul like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, he found it highly difficult to fight ordinary Soul Ancestors.

Yet his good brother had somehow already gained the combat power to fight ordinary Spirit Emperors.

Was that right? Was that really right?

You could fight a Spirit Emperor at twelve. Were you going to become a Title Douluo by twenty?

Could someone his age—someone even three months younger than him—really say something like that?

Beibei had thought he was already talented enough, but he had never imagined that before a true genius, he was nothing more than an ordinary person.

What a gap. He wondered whether, after truly awakening the Bright Sacred Dragon bloodline in the future, he would have any chance of catching up to that hateful fellow before him.

Seeing Beibei's envious and jealous expression, Qiangu Qitian could only shrug helplessly.

He could not exactly stop cultivating and wait for this guy forever.

"I'm going to work hard! I'm going to cultivate! I'll definitely surpass you!"

"Just now, I learned the Mysterious Heaven Skill. This is the cultivation technique of Ancestor Tang San!"

Beibei made up his mind to cultivate diligently. He did not want to be left far behind by Qiangu Qitian in the future.

He had his own pride too. How could he be willing to remain beneath someone else forever, even if that person was his best brother?

Qiangu Qitian chuckled, but his face was full of confidence.

Anyone he surpassed was destined to never surpass him again. He would not remain standing still; he would only continue improving, eventually becoming the one and only on this continent, and perhaps in the future, relying on his own power to transcend this continent's shackles!

Qiangu Qitian had that confidence. He believed he would certainly be able to achieve it.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

That day, after Wang Yan finished teaching, he did not immediately dismiss the class. Instead, he announced that the new student assessment was about to begin...