A New Era, a New God

Tang Wulin raised his head and looked at the proud boy his own age before him, utterly baffled.

"Why?"

"No reason."

Xie Xie lifted his chin slightly, his eyes carrying a hint of disdain.

"I like the lower bunk. You can move up."

Tang Wulin frowned, about to say something.

But Xie Xie impatiently waved a hand.

He acted high and mighty, as though he had been born to enjoy the very best treatment.

Han Li sighed inwardly at the sight.

Just as expected.

This kind of inexplicable tantrum had happened in the original story. He had not expected reality to be exactly the same.

He had not wanted to meddle, but neither did he want to follow the original plot and be assigned to Class Five by Long Hengxu.

So...

Han Li flipped down from his bunk, walked between Xie Xie and Tang Wulin, said nothing, and simply gave each of them a punch.

His movements were crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Xie Xie did not even have time to react.

Han Li's fist struck him squarely in the abdomen. Xie Xie doubled over at once, his face turning pale in an instant.

He staggered back several steps before his legs gave out and he collapsed facedown on the floor. Clutching his stomach, he opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word.

Tang Wulin had not escaped either. Han Li's fist landed on his shoulder.

Tang Wulin grunted and stumbled several steps to the side. He only barely managed to steady himself after crashing into a bedpost, staring wide-eyed at Han Li.

After suppressing the two idiots at once, Han Li expressionlessly withdrew his fist and returned to his upper bunk, as though he had merely done something trivial.

At this moment, both Xie Xie and Tang Wulin stared at Han Li in shock.

First was Xie Xie.

Though he looked utterly miserable, his mind was still working.

He possessed Twin Martial Souls and was also a One-Ring Soul Master.

Although he was an agility-attack soul master, his physical condition was already exceptionally outstanding among his peers.

Even some one-ring assault-type soul masters might not have been able to gain an advantage against him.

Yet he could not even withstand a single punch from Han Li.

He had not even seen how Han Li moved before the fist had already arrived.

That punch had been absurdly powerful. Being hit by it felt like being rammed by a soul beast, and the speed he had always been proud of had been utterly meaningless before it.

At this moment, Xie Xie lay on the floor with his face pressed against the cold ground, holding only one thought in his heart—

Play dead.

If he got up, he might get punched again.

Tang Wulin was equally shocked.

He too possessed Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, and he was now also a One-Ring Soul Master.

One of his two martial souls was the Clear Sky Hammer, an existence hailed as the number one tool martial soul on the continent.

The Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul had granted him physical abilities far beyond ordinary people. His strength, endurance, and resistance to blows had all reached a terrifying level.

But when facing Han Li...

He had been just as powerless to resist.

That punch had landed on his shoulder.

He had not dodged it, nor could he have.

Han Li's strike had not been fast.

It could even be called casual, but that casualness only shocked Tang Wulin even more.

Because the other party had not been serious at all. A mere offhand punch had sent him staggering.

What would happen if Han Li struck with his full strength?

Tang Wulin did not dare imagine it.

At this moment, the two boys fell silent, their gazes fixed on Han Li, their eyes filled with disbelief.

To that, Han Li could only say...

A new era, a new god.

The Clear Sky Hammer had indeed been the continent's number one tool martial soul ten thousand years ago. The Clear Sky Sect had relied on the Clear Sky Hammer's prestige to dominate the entire continent for tens of thousands of years.

From Tang San twenty thousand years ago to Dai Yuhao's generation ten thousand years ago, the Clear Sky Hammer's reputation had always resounded far and wide.

Any soul master who mentioned the Clear Sky Hammer would hold it in high regard.

But in the era of the Sun Moon Federation, the Clear Sky Hammer could only be considered a top-tier tool martial soul. It could no longer be called the continent's number one tool martial soul.

Times changed, and so did the landscape of martial souls.

Yun Ming's Sky-Supporting Spear was the tool martial soul truly standing at the peak of this era.

Then there were Guan Yue's Heaven-Surpassing Spear and Qiangu Dongfeng's Coiling Dragon Staff. None of them was inferior to the Clear Sky Hammer.

Each of these martial souls had its own strengths. Whether in power or practical combat ability, they were evenly matched with the Clear Sky Hammer.

In some respects, they were even stronger.

As for beast martial souls, there was even less to say.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon...

Had already fallen behind during the era of The Unrivaled Tang Clan.

The once-glorious Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had declined beyond recognition by that era.

And in the present era of the Sun Moon Federation, it had become nothing more than a forgotten relic by the roadside. Hardly anyone even mentioned it anymore.

As for his Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, in close combat, it was no exaggeration to say that it was the unshakable number one.

The Golden Dragon King was an existence on the level of a God King. Its strength and might far surpassed any mortal martial soul.

After all, aside from him, who else could use a God King-level powerhouse as their martial soul?

So...

Xie Xie and Tang Wulin had not been wronged by taking a punch from him.

The next morning, sunlight spilled across the campus as Eastsea Academy's opening ceremony commenced as scheduled.

All the new students gathered on the academy's main field, while the school's leadership sat on the platform.

Below them stretched a sea of students.

The freshmen wore their uniforms and chattered excitedly about the start of the new term.

Han Li stood among the crowd, his gaze calm.

At that moment, he noticed a young man dressed in a white robe. He was handsome, with a cold and austere bearing. Long silver-white hair fell casually over his shoulders, and his entire presence radiated an icy aloofness that kept others at a distance.

Wu Changkong, Class Five's homeroom teacher.

Meanwhile, he, Xie Xie, and Tang Wulin had been assigned to Class One.

Class One was Eastsea Academy's best class. Only the most gifted new students would be placed there.

After all, the talents of the three of them were all among the very best of their cohort.

As long as none of the events from the original story occurred...

Being assigned to Class One was only natural.

As for the students under Wu Changkong, Class Five's homeroom teacher, this time they truly were...

All possessed ordinary martial souls or useless martial souls.

Han Li silently pondered this.

The current Class Five under Wu Changkong's charge...

Every student possessed the sort of martial soul that was unremarkable and nearly devoid of potential.

Therefore, he was very curious whether Wu Changkong could still be as confident as he had been in the original story.

After taking over Class Five in the original story, Wu Changkong had confidently declared a famous line—

"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

Then, under his guidance...

Tang Wulin, Gu Yue, and Xie Xie had ultimately achieved remarkable results.

But was that really true?

Han Li sneered inwardly.

He realized...

Whether it was the master Yu Xiaogang from twenty thousand years ago, Zhou Yi from ten thousand years ago, or Wu Changkong of this era...

They all especially loved turning geniuses into geniuses.

Then they would say a few pretty words, as though they had truly turned an ordinary student into a genius.