Introduction

All the children, except Xu Mengqing, were slightly stunned when they saw him.

This homeroom teacher was simply too handsome. He stood around six feet tall, lean and straight-backed, with bright dark eyes. Dressed in a white robe, his waist-length hair flowed down his back, making him look like an immortal. Yet his face was expressionless, and his gaze somewhat cold. It was Wu Zhangkong.

So he was Wu Zhangkong?

Just as handsome as he had been described in the original work.

"Wow, the teacher is so handsome!"

Looking at Wu Zhangkong, several girls whispered among themselves.

"Follow me."

As he arrived before the students, Wu Zhangkong spoke indifferently. Immediately afterward, a chill radiated from his body.

Feeling the cold emanating from Wu Zhangkong, nearly all the students shivered. Only Xu Mengqing and Tang Wulin were exceptions. Seeing them, Wu Zhangkong's face showed a trace of surprise.

Such cold was nothing worth mentioning to the two of them, whose bodies were so strong.

After completing this simple test of the students, Wu Zhangkong led the way ahead and brought them to their classroom.

Since Class Five was the worst class, its classroom was on the first floor and at the very end of the corridor. This too reflected the Spirit Master world's principle that strength reigned supreme, meant to spur students to cultivate diligently.

Inside the classroom were thirty sets of desks and chairs. Like those on Earth, the lectern stood at the front, along with a blackboard.

"Take your seats."

Walking to the lectern, Wu Zhangkong gave the order flatly. Xu Mengqing chose a seat in the second row, while Tang Wulin sat beside him.

"My name is Wu Zhangkong. For the next six years, I will be your homeroom teacher."

His eyes swept over the students before him. The students who had been chatting immediately felt a chill in their hearts and promptly fell silent, quieting the classroom. As he introduced himself, Wu Zhangkong wrote his name on the blackboard.

"Now, introduce yourselves. State your name, Soul Power, Martial Soul, and future aspirations. Starting with you."

Simple and direct, without any needless preamble.

Pointing at the first student in the first row, Wu Zhangkong spoke calmly.

"My name is Yun Xiao. My Martial Soul is the Star Disk, my Soul Power is Level 12, and my goal is to become an intelligent support-type Spirit Master."

The student in the first seat was a skinny boy. When Wu Zhangkong pointed at him, he stood up somewhat tremblingly and introduced himself.

"Mm. Next."

Wu Zhangkong nodded slightly without offering any comment, then gave the instruction indifferently.

The students stood one after another to introduce themselves. Before long, it was Tang Wulin's turn.

"Tang Wulin. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level 12. My goal is to become a powerful Spirit Master."

Tang Wulin stood and spoke with great seriousness.

"Blue Silver Grass? A useless Martial Soul, and he still wants to become a powerful Spirit Master? That's hilarious."

Just as Tang Wulin was introducing himself, a discordant voice came from the back of the classroom.

Whoosh!

At that moment, accompanied by the sound of something cutting through the air, Wu Zhangkong accurately flicked out a piece of chalk. It shot into the throat of the student mocking Tang Wulin, making him retch. Then Wu Zhangkong's icy voice rang out:

"Remember this: in this world, there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless people. Before calling someone else useless, think about what you are. If you weren't useless, would you have been assigned here? Continue."

Since Xu Mengqing and Tang Wulin were seated side by side, several more students introduced themselves before it was Xu Mengqing's turn.

"My name is Xu Mengqing. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. Level 17. My goal is to become a powerful Spirit Master."

Xu Mengqing stood and introduced himself.

When they heard Blue Silver Grass, the same disdain followed. However, because of Tang Wulin's example and Wu Zhangkong's warning, no one laughed this time.

But when they heard Xu Mengqing's Soul Power Level, the students were all momentarily stunned.

"How much? Level 17?"

"He's joking, right? His Soul Power is even higher than mine. He isn't lying, is he? How could Blue Silver Grass possibly—"

"Exactly!"

Whispers of discussion immediately rose from below.

A trace of surprise flashed through Wu Zhangkong's eyes, but he seemed to think of something and asked, "Can you release your Martial Soul for me to see?"

Xu Mengqing nodded. A stalk of Blue Silver Grass, interwoven with faint dark gold and pale blue hues, slowly grew from his right palm.

Wu Zhangkong carefully observed Xu Mengqing's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, then nodded.

Wu Zhangkong could sense that Xu Mengqing's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul seemed similar to other Blue Silver Grass. He could tell that although it had evolved, it was still Blue Silver Grass. Yet it also seemed somewhat different.

Blue Silver King Bloodline?

That was the only explanation that made sense.

At Wu Zhangkong's signal, Xu Mengqing withdrew his Martial Soul back into his body.

Watching all this, Tang Wulin could not help feeling a trace of envy, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

I can definitely do it too!

"Really? Tang Wulin, that Xu Mengqing seems to be from the same place as you, right? Is he really Level 17?" A brown-haired, green-eyed boy quietly asked Tang Wulin beside him. Xu Mengqing had already nearly caught up to him.

Tang Wulin nodded. "It's true. He probably broke through to Level 17 last night. When we set out yesterday, he was already Level 16."

"This..."

Xu Mengqing naturally noticed the brown-haired boy speaking with Tang Wulin.

He should be Xie Xie, right?

Wu Zhangkong nodded slightly, signaling Xu Mengqing to sit down.

"Continue."

"M-My name is Zhou Changxi. My Martial Soul is the Hercules Ape, my Soul Power is Level 11, and my goal is to become a Power System Battle Soul Master."

Before long, it was the brown-haired boy's turn. He stood and glanced somewhat arrogantly at Tang Wulin and Xu Mengqing before introducing himself.

"Xie Xie. Martial Soul: Light Dragon Dagger. Soul Power: Level 18. Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master." Xie Xie spoke with a cool expression.

Xu Mengqing's lips twitched. So it really was you, you idiot sent by the monkeys.

The moment the words "Level 18" left his mouth, the entire class cried out in surprise, Xu Mengqing excepted.

Level 18 at nine years old—this was a true genius! And he was even a Battle Spirit Master. With two more levels, he could enter the rank of Soul Grandmaster. Anyone who became a Soul Grandmaster before the age of twelve could be called a genius.

However, Xie Xie's astonishing Soul Power Level was the class's only highlight. Aside from his and Xu Mengqing's Level 17, even Yun Xiao's Level 12 was considered high. Most of the other students had only just reached Level 11, the minimum requirement for admission, and their Martial Souls came in all sorts of strange varieties. There were almost no particularly powerful Martial Souls among them.

"Starting tomorrow, classes will officially begin. My teaching methods will be somewhat different from those of other teachers. If you fear hardship, exhaustion, or pain, transfer schools or find a way to switch classes as soon as possible. Those who stay should prepare yourselves mentally. Class dismissed."

As Wu Zhangkong strode away with his long legs and upright figure, the class instantly erupted.

Most of them were discussing their cold yet handsome teacher.