The New Homeroom Teacher

"Elder Mu," Song Yunzhi, another elder sitting to the side—a level 97 Agility Attack System Super Douluo whose martial soul was the Green Shadow Divine Eagle—spoke in a somewhat dry voice, "Are you saying... that a mere trace of aura was enough to make your martial soul feel fear?"

Mu En nodded slowly, a flash of gravity passing through his cloudy eyes. "His martial soul may have already surpassed our understanding of martial souls; it should even be above Di Tian."

"Elder Mu, do you need me to go and test him?" Xuan Zi's mouth hung open, not even noticing that his wine gourd had tilted. His martial soul, the Taotie Divine Ox, possessed the bloodline of the Taotie; as long as he activated it, his bloodline was also above Di Tian's.

"No need, and you don't need to guess anymore," Mu En tapped the armrest of his recliner lightly, drawing everyone's attention back to himself. "Regardless of where he comes from, the fact that he is human is beyond doubt. Everyone has their own opportunities and secrets. This is also an opportunity for our Shrek Academy."

"I am telling you this not so you can immediately go and win that child over. Since he came to our Shrek Academy, it shows he has a favorable impression of us. Excessive attention might actually be counterproductive. Shaozhe, store all information regarding this child; no one is to examine it without the Sea God Pavilion's consent."

"Yes, Teacher. Before coming here, I had already sealed these files," Yan Shaozhe replied as he stood up.

"Very good," Mu En nodded with satisfaction. "As for how to nurture him..."

His gaze swept across each of the elders. "This child has reached level 35 at only 12 years old; there is no need for excessive intervention for now. Shaozhe, Xuan Zi, neither of you needs to investigate him. For the moment, just observe him from the shadows."

"However, we cannot show nothing at all. I suggest changing the rewards for this freshman assessment—selecting a high-quality ten-thousand-year soul bone from the academy's inventory as the final prize," Mu En said slowly.

This was a call for a vote. Seeing Mu En raise his hand in agreement, the others present raised theirs one by one.

"Then it is decided. Shaozhe, handle the aftermath of this matter and let the children return to their daily studies."

"Yes, Teacher," Yan Shaozhe agreed with a nod.

"If there is nothing else, then that will be all. Unless there are special circumstances, do not appear before that child."

Inside the Sea God Pavilion conference hall, as Mu En's final words fell, the elders rose one after another. Yan Shaozhe bowed respectfully and was the first to withdraw to arrange the specific matters. Xuan Zi picked up the wine gourd that had been tilted for a long time, took a swig, smacked his lips as if still pondering something, and walked out swaying.

In Freshman Class One, after Zhou Yi was taken away by a healing-type soul master, Du Weilun arrived at the classroom.

"Students, I am your Dean, Du Weilun. Because Teacher Zhou Yi is suffering from a hidden ailment, she will no longer be able to serve as your homeroom teacher. From now on, Teacher Wang Yan will be your homeroom teacher for Freshman Class One," Du Weilun said as he stepped onto the podium, his expression unchanging.

A wave of whispers erupted in the classroom.

"A hidden ailment? What kind of hidden ailment flares up suddenly in class? And didn't Teacher Zhou Yi's martial soul shatter?"

"Didn't you see Teacher Zhou's state? She was lying on the ground unable to get up, and she even vomited blood at the end."

"Wasn't it because she was suppressed by Lin Shuo? When Lin Shuo released his martial soul, I couldn't even release my own."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Dean Du Weilun said it was a hidden ailment."

The freshmen whispered and discussed among themselves. Some eyes drifted intentionally or unintentionally toward Lin Shuo's seat. They had all witnessed the scene of Lin Shuo releasing his martial soul; that powerful pressure and those three ten-thousand-year soul rings could not be faked.

Lin Shuo sat there, resting his chin on his hands, his expression calm as if the discussion had nothing to do with him. The sunlight from outside the window spilled onto him, casting a faint, seven-colored shimmer over his short, black hair.

"Cough, cough. You are all outstanding talents from various countries, so you should be able to understand my words. If the school discovers any rumors inside or outside the campus, the academy will handle it strictly and will not be lenient," Du Weilun warned with a stern tone upon hearing the chatter below.

Wang Dong'er crossed her arms over her chest, her pink-blue short hair swaying gently with the movement of her head. She stared at Lin Shuo's profile, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but she held it back. Anyone with eyes could see that the academy had no intention of dealing with Lin Shuo at all. And here she was, worrying about this big idiot.

She recalled the scene from the other day under the dormitory building, where she had been pinned to the ground by Lin Shuo with one hand.

"Hmph," Wang Dong'er retracted her gaze and muttered to herself, "Sooner or later, this young lady will make you call me Sister Dong'er."

Huo Yu'er, sitting beside her, couldn't help but purse her lips and smile upon hearing the mutter. She didn't have as many thoughts as Wang Dong'er; she only knew that Brother Lin was a good person and was very kind to her. As long as Brother Lin was fine, that was all that mattered. As for the rest, she didn't care.

Seeing Wang Yan waiting at the door, Du Weilun cleared his throat. "Alright. Teacher Wang has arrived; let him lecture you next. Students, remember what I just said."

After Du Weilun left, Wang Yan stepped onto the podium. He looked to be about forty years old, with an ordinary appearance and a smiling face, exuding an air of scholarship. He had been suddenly notified in the office that Zhou Yi was unwell and that he was to take over as the teacher for Freshman Class One, so he had hurried over.

"Hello, students. I am Wang Yan, and I will be your homeroom teacher for Freshman Class One from now on. Today, we won't be talking about martial soul cultivation; we will be talking about..." Wang Yan turned around and wrote the three characters for "Soul Guidance Device" on the blackboard.

"Perhaps many students are curious: since we are soul masters, why should we learn about soul guidance devices? But in my view, soul masters and soul engineers are not two completely parallel lines. Soul masters can absolutely learn to use soul guidance devices to assist themselves..."

Most of the people below were unimpressed. It was well known that during this era, the more powerful a soul master was, the more they rejected the use of soul guidance devices. Only Huo Yu'er listened with great interest, as she remembered what Tang Ya had said—that it was precisely the development of soul guidance devices that had led to the decline of the Tang Sect, and perhaps her own martial soul, the Spirit Eye, was particularly suited for learning them.

The class time passed quickly. Just as Wang Yan was about to leave the classroom, Huo Yu'er walked up to him. "Teacher, about the soul guidance devices..." Upon hearing that Huo Yu'er was interested in soul guidance devices, Wang Yan immediately and enthusiastically led her toward the Soul Guidance Department.

Seeing Huo Yu'er being taken away by Wang Yan, Wang Dong'er's gaze inadvertently drifted toward Lin Shuo. Lin Shuo was surrounded by female classmates. After all, Lin Shuo was not only handsome but had also displayed powerful talent in class, naturally attracting the attention of his peers.