The Outrageous Transfer Student

The moment the two of them appeared, they instantly drew the gaze of everyone in the classroom.

Various discussions rose and fell in waves.

However, facing the gazes and discussions of the crowd, the two of them simply walked in quietly.

They then sat down in the very center of the classroom with complete composure.

From beginning to end, they did not even cast a single glance at anyone else.

It was as if everything here was incapable of, or perhaps not worth, their attention.

Before long, the bell for class rang.

The classroom gradually quieted down.

A middle-aged man with a slightly stout build walked in, wearing a badge on his chest that symbolized a Level 6 Soul Engineer.

Judging by his appearance, he must be the teacher.

Standing on the podium and sweeping his gaze across the room, the teacher spoke:

"The curriculum has changed today because a new student has joined our class."

"Come on, new student, come up to the podium and introduce yourself so everyone can get to know you."

As he spoke, the teacher cast his gaze toward Ye Luochen.

The surrounding students also looked over with curiosity.

Seeing this, Ye Luochen stood up, nodded slightly, and walked toward the podium.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ye Luochen. I am new here, and I am still a novice in soul guidance technology. I hope we can get along well in the future."

As his voice fell, the students were all somewhat stunned.

They could understand "new here"—it was a new class, and it wasn't rare for students to transfer mid-term for various reasons.

But they couldn't quite understand the phrase that followed: "still a novice in soul guidance technology."

One had to realize that this was a fourth-year class.

Everyone who could enter this class possessed the technical level of a Level 4 Soul Engineer.

Under such circumstances, how did a novice get in?

"Hahaha, brother, you're saying that, but while Level 4 isn't considered high, it definitely counts as having mastered the basics. Calling yourself a novice is being far too humble."

From the audience, someone laughed and responded.

Hearing this, the stunned students finally snapped out of it.

Good grief, so that was it.

There was nothing wrong with being humble during an introduction.

However, the teacher's next words left everyone stunned on the spot once again.

"That is not the case. Student Ye Luochen only enrolled yesterday and has just come into contact with the crafting of soul tools; he is indeed a novice in this regard. Everyone, please take care of Student Luochen in the future and strive to help him integrate into our class as soon as possible."

Wait, what?

What did he mean by "enrolled yesterday"?

What did he mean by "just come into contact with the crafting of soul tools"?

"Teacher, are you sure you aren't joking?"

Below the stage, another student couldn't help but speak up.

"Did the new student go to the wrong class? This is a fourth-year class; shouldn't a new student go to the first year?"

"Exactly, a freshman coming directly to a fourth-year class? Isn't this a joke?"

For a moment, various sounds of confusion and questioning rose and fell.

Facing such a situation, Ye Luochen did not rush to explain immediately.

Because he had long anticipated that this would happen.

Seeing the classroom descend into a noisy, chaotic mess, the teacher on the podium shook his head helplessly.

As the homeroom teacher, the academy had already informed him of quite a few details regarding Ye Luochen when they arranged for him to join this class.

Seeing that Ye Luochen seemed to have no intention of speaking, he had no choice but to say:

"Quiet down, everyone, quiet down."

"Student Ye Luochen has just enrolled, but his soul power level is already approaching level 40; he is not someone who has just begun his cultivation."

However, it was clear that this explanation was not enough to convince the crowd below.

The sounds of questioning rose once again.

"What's the point of having a soul power level near forty? This isn't a Soul Master class; we specialize in soul guidance devices."

"Exactly, Teacher. No matter how high the soul power is, it's useless if their soul guidance technology is a blank slate."

Seeing this, the teacher spoke up again:

"Let me put it this way: during his entrance examination, Ye Luochen successfully crafted a first-class soul guidance core array despite having never touched a soul guidance device before."

"He displayed an extremely high talent for soul guidance technology, and considering his soul power level, the academy granted him special permission to skip grades and join our class."

Voices continued to rise from the audience.

"Extremely high talent? No matter how high, it shouldn't... wait, man, what did the teacher just say the new student did during his entrance exam?"

"It sounded like... he successfully carved a first-class core array on his first try with zero prior experience?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

A male student stood up abruptly.

"Zero experience, first try, successfully carving a first-class core array—listen to those words, can they even be combined?"

"Isn't this just a joke?"

However, before the student could finish, a cold, clear voice rang out in the classroom.

"Sit down."

"There's definitely something wrong here, is there some kind of shady deal..." The male student seemed not to have heard the voice, continuing to speak excitedly.

But he had barely uttered a few words before he sensed that something was off.

A moment ago, the classroom had been in an uproar.

But now, only his own excited questioning echoed through the room.

"I said sit down. Didn't you hear me?"

While he was still confused, that cold, clear voice sounded again.

This time, the male student heard it very clearly. He turned his head toward the source, wanting to see who dared to tell him to sit down while he was standing up to express his righteous indignation.

But the moment he turned around and caught sight of the owner of the voice, his expression shifted.

He swallowed the words he was about to say and then sat down obediently.

"A new student has just joined our class, and you're making such a racket. Is this the impression you want to leave on him?"

The voice spoke again.

Hearing these words, the entire classroom fell into an eerie silence; the previously rowdy students all shut their mouths.

Even the teacher on the podium stopped speaking.

Seeing such an unusual scene, Ye Luochen also curiously looked toward the source of the voice.

He saw that the owner of the voice was none other than the delicate-looking youth who had caused everyone to whisper when he first entered the classroom.

At this moment, the youth was admiring his own hands, which looked like white jade, as he continued:

"The academy has its reasons for making such an arrangement."

"Do you really think that, as you said, there is some kind of shady deal?"

"Are you questioning the integrity of the academy?"

As these few sentences fell, the face of the male student who had stood up to question the decision turned a mix of red and green.

Yet, he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Alright, it's normal for him to react this way. After all, Ye Luochen's situation is truly too rare."

"Not to mention him, even I couldn't quite believe it when I first received the news."

Hearing the teacher's voice by his ear, Ye Luochen raised an eyebrow slightly.

His gaze toward the students below carried a hint of curiosity.

To be able to suppress an entire class of students and even force the teacher to step in and ease the tension—who exactly was this delicate youth?