At that thought, the corners of Gu Yue's lips lifted slightly, and a sly glint flashed through his eyes.
He turned to glance at Han Li beside him. Han Li was flipping through his textbook, seemingly not noticing at all that Gu Yue had sat down next to him, much less knowing what he was thinking.
Gu Yue withdrew his gaze and snorted inwardly.
Of course.
The current Gu Yue was Gu Yuena's alias.
He had not split off a secondary personality as he had in the original story.
Na'er was him, and he was Na'er.
It was only during that period when he had lost his memories...
That he had acted more innocent and naive.
Now, all his memories had returned.
He was still Gu Yuena.
Still the Silver Dragon King.
Still the Lord of Soul Beasts.
Only now, he had gained a small personal goal.
Han Li, just wait.
At that moment, Gu Yue opened the textbook in front of him, though his mind was nowhere near it.
Soon, it was another day of practical combat training.
The sunlight on the field was bright, illuminating the entire training ground.
The students of Class One and Class Five each occupied half the field. Some were warming up, some were talking quietly, and occasional shouts rang out from the crowd.
Because Han Li had established his authority in the dormitory before.
Tang Wulin and the others did not dare challenge Han Li either.
During practical combat classes these past days, the Class One students had been divided into several groups to fight one another. Han Li alone always stood at the edge of the field watching. No one took the initiative to approach him, and he did not approach anyone else.
Whenever Tang Wulin and Xie Xie's gazes swept over him, they would unconsciously look away.
The shadow cast by those two punches that day had yet to fade from their hearts.
But today, Class Five happened to be on the field as well.
The two classes were having practical combat training at the same time, separated only by a white line running through the middle of the field.
The Class Five students stood quietly on the other side of the field, unlike the lively Class One.
Their homeroom teacher, Wu Changkong, stood at the front in a white robe, his expression cold.
This stirred Ye Yingluo's competitive spirit as well.
At that moment, she stood before Class One with her arms crossed, her eyes occasionally darting toward Class Five.
To her, Wu Changkong's expressionless, icy face was especially irritating.
After all, Wu Changkong had come from the senior division to teach this group of freshmen in the junior division for certain reasons, and he had confidently declared that he would teach outstanding students.
On the day he arrived, he had made that statement during the faculty meeting. His tone had been calm and his gaze resolute, as though what he had taken over was not the worst class in the entire grade, but a group of uncut gems awaiting his carving.
But Ye Yingluo found that unrealistic.
She was not an inexperienced newcomer to teaching. She had taught several classes of students and had seen every kind of class.
Classes with talented students, classes with poorly gifted students...
She had taught them all.
Talented students could improve by leaps and bounds with just a little guidance.
No matter how hard poorly gifted students tried, it was difficult for them to make waves.
This was an ironclad rule she had concluded after years of teaching.
After all...
Class Five did not currently have a single two-ring Soul Master.
Since enrollment, the Class Five students had been anything but unskilled in diligence.
Ye Yingluo often saw Class Five students remain at the training ground for an extra hour, and she often saw them sparring with one another even during breaks.
But cultivation...
Was not something that effort alone could solve.
Because most Class Five students' Martial Souls...
Were extremely ordinary.
And the limits of those Martial Souls were right there.
No matter how hard they cultivated, they could not surpass students who had been born with powerful Martial Souls.
Therefore, Wu Changkong's desire to teach them into excellence was exceedingly difficult to realize.
It had nothing to do with whether the students worked hard.
It was simply because on Douluo Continent...
Bloodlines and Martial Souls determined one's upper limit.
This was an unchanging truth on this continent, one that had never changed from twenty thousand years ago to the present.
What a person's Martial Soul was largely determined the height they could reach in life.
Acquired effort could allow someone to reach the very peak of their own limits, but it could never break through those limits.
Because no matter how sharp a wooden sword was polished...
It could never become a divine sword.
Ye Yingluo then looked at Han Li and spoke.
"Class monitor."
"During recent practical combat sessions..."
"You've only been watching from the sidelines."
"Don't you plan to practice today?"
Yes, class monitor.
With his Soul Power at level twenty-seven and the advantage of Twin Martial Souls...
Han Li had firmly claimed the top seat in Class One.
None of the students in the class dared object.
Even someone with Xie Xie's proud temperament...
Behaved honestly in front of Han Li.
It was not merely a crushing difference in strength. It was also that innate aura around him that made people unable to summon the desire to challenge him.
And Ye Yingluo was so polite toward Han Li...
Because geniuses themselves tended to be proud.
She had seen far too many geniuses.
Some were dazzlingly sharp, while others were restrained and profound.
But all of them possessed the same pride deep in their bones.
And blindly suppressing them...
Would instead easily cause them to lose that indomitable confidence and determination.
In the end, they would become timid and fade into the crowd.
Therefore, so long as it did not affect the students' cultivation or futures, her management style toward them was relatively relaxed.
She usually assisted them from the perspective of an observer.
Rather than interfering at every turn.
Han Li considered it and nodded.
"Alright."
He had not originally planned to make a move today.
But since Ye Yingluo had said so.
He had no reason to refuse.
Besides, he truly wanted to see exactly how strong Tang Wulin was.
After all, those absurd fans from his previous life had constantly bragged that the Blue Silver Emperor plus the Clear Sky Hammer were stronger than the Golden Dragon King.
As though, if the Golden Dragon King had not held him back...
Tang Wulin could have swept aside every opponent with only the Blue Silver Emperor and Clear Sky Hammer.
So the Golden Dragon King was instead a burden...
Dragging down his talent and future.
Han Li could only give a cold laugh at that.
The theory of Martial Soul and bloodline mutation on Douluo Continent...
Had already determined it.
Future Martial Souls would only grow stronger...
Not weaker.
This was the fundamental law of Martial Soul Evolution. In the process of bloodline inheritance, any Martial Soul...
Would continually mutate, merge, and evolve.
Thus adapting to changes in the environment and the era.
Just like...
The number one beast Martial Soul in the world twenty thousand years ago—
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Later mutated into the Holy Sacred Dragon Martial Soul.
The same bloodline was something entirely different twenty thousand years ago and twenty thousand years later.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had indeed been powerful back then.
But in later generations...
The Holy Sacred Dragon was the true pinnacle.
Not to mention that even the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul had not been particularly powerful twenty thousand years ago.
Do not forget that after Tang San became a god...
Those two Martial Souls had become almost useless.
What he constantly used was the divine artifact in his hand, the Sea God Trident, along with the Thirteen Styles of the Sea God.
After becoming a god, he relied on divine artifacts in battle. The Blue Silver Emperor and Clear Sky Hammer...
Basically had no chance to appear.
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