Opening Ceremony

Wei Xiaofeng's eyes held a trace of fear, but at that moment, no one could possibly notice him.

Meanwhile, the opening ceremony had begun onstage.

The ceremony was being held in Eastsea Academy's plaza. Only on occasions like this were the junior and senior high school students brought together to listen to the dean's speech.

As the elderly man stepped onto the stage, his calm voice rang out through the microphone. "Dear students, welcome to Eastsea Academy."

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"As the saying goes, set your sights high. A young heart can reach across the four seas. I hope you'll gain something from the days ahead, live up to your era and your youth, and write the stories of your own lives."

The old man's voice was calm and unhurried. As his words fell, the restless looks in many of the students' eyes began to subside.

The dean also spoke quickly. In less than twenty minutes, he had finished and sent each teacher off with their classes.

As first-years, of course, they were a little different. They still had to be assigned to classes.

At the very front, Long Hengxu first glanced over the list in his hand, then slowly began to read aloud. "Class One: Zhang Ziyang, Chen Ye..."

"Anyone whose name is called, go gather on the far left."

As he spoke, Long Hengxu pointed to his left, where a tall woman was standing.

Her long purple hair flowed in the breeze, and her expression was cool. The Eastsea Academy teacher's uniform accentuated her curvaceous figure, leaving little to the imagination.

Seeing the beautiful teacher, many of the students looked surprised.

The students whose names had been called quickly walked over.

Chen Ye naturally stayed beside Wang Jinxi and Zhang Ziyang, but the two of them kept looking around, their faces puzzled.

"Didn't Wei Xiaofeng come ahead of us? Where is he? Why haven't we seen him?" Zhang Ziyang looked uncertain as he searched from side to side, but couldn't find any trace of Wei Xiaofeng.

"I don't know. He left ahead of us, and he was already gone when we woke up."

Wang Jinxi furrowed his brow, but he didn't seem particularly concerned.

Chen Ye watched the two of them with a smile.

Right in front of them, Wei Xiaofeng was standing there, waving frantically. Yet the two of them seemed to ignore him completely, walking straight through his body.

Seeing this, Wei Xiaofeng's face filled with despair. He turned around and met Chen Ye's pale golden eyes.

He looked at Chen Ye, whose malice was utterly undisguised. Wei Xiaofeng's face filled with fury.

He suddenly raised his hand and punched Chen Ye, but his fist passed straight through Chen Ye's body.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, feeling the pain in his body as though it were real.

Wei Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, but before he could say anything, Chen Ye had already calmly walked away, ignoring him completely.

The next second, Wei Xiaofeng's body lost all ability to resist, and he collapsed to the ground.

Over in Class One, the beautiful homeroom teacher's voice rang clearly in his ears:

"Isn't there another student named Wei Xiaofeng? Where is he? Why hasn't he come over? Is anyone here roommates with Wei Xiaofeng?" As the woman spoke, a trace of irritation crossed her cool face.

At her words, Zhang Ziyang and Wang Jinxi walked over.

As he listened to them explain that Wei Xiaofeng had left ahead of them, despair filled his face. Yet more than anything, he felt helpless.

Even if he wanted to beg Chen Ye for mercy now, it was too late.

After confirming that Wei Xiaofeng wasn't there, Ye Yingluo immediately reported it to Long Hengxu.

Once the classes had been assigned, the teachers led the rest of the students back, while Long Hengxu began organizing a search for Wei Xiaofeng.

In the classroom, the students sat quietly as Ye Yingluo looked them over. Her voice was calm. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ye Yingluo. I'm your teacher in Class One, and I'll also be your homeroom teacher."

"You'll all be together for the next three years. Whether you'll stay together for six depends on whether you want to go on to the advanced division."

"Now, let's introduce ourselves. Your name, Martial Soul, and your goal."

As she spoke, Ye Yingluo casually pointed toward the last row.

And sitting in the seat of honor at the back was none other than Chen Ye.

After all, there were only four Two-Ring students in the class. No one knew whether Chen Ye was the strongest.

But since neither Wang Jinxi nor Zhang Ziyang had fought him for the seat, they guessed he might be very strong.

So, naturally, Chen Ye had claimed the seat fit for a king.

When Ye Yingluo pointed at him, Chen Ye didn't mind. He simply stood up.

The boy held his back straight. His shock of white hair was somewhat dazzling, and his eyes were bright and alert.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Chen Ye. My Martial Soul is the Dark Phoenix, and I'm at level 28. As for my dream, I don't really have one. I'll just take things as they come."

Chen Ye spoke casually, but the moment he announced his level 28 Soul Power, everyone in the class looked surprised.

Even Ye Yingluo's gaze locked firmly onto him.

He was level 28!

Reaching level 28 at nine years old absolutely made him a genius.

Most students wouldn't even dare dream of reaching that level.

After all, although the other three were also Two-Ring Soul Masters, most of them only had level 22 or 23 Soul Power.

They would need at least another year or two to reach level 28 or 29, let alone level 30.

But Chen Ye didn't care much about everyone's surprise. He could even be said to ignore it completely.

His cultivation speed didn't seem particularly fast to him.

Of course, he didn't explain any of this to the other students. For now, level 28 Soul Power was already enough to amaze them.

After he sat down, even Ye Yingluo continued to look at him for a long while before pointing to the next student.

As the students introduced themselves one by one, the morning passed in a flash.

"Classes officially begin tomorrow. I have high expectations for all of you, and I hope you can meet them."

"If you can't meet the standard, then please transfer to one of the other classes. Those who've made it into Class One—I hope we can all work hard and improve together."

As Ye Yingluo spoke, she looked at the students, who nodded.

She didn't say anything more, simply turning and leaving.

After all, one of her students had gone missing, and he was a Two-Ring genius at that. She needed to hurry and ask Long Hengxu about it.

Once the teacher had left, the classroom, which had been quiet, grew noisy again. Several students walked over to Chen Ye to introduce themselves.

Chen Ye didn't put on airs. Instead, he smiled and chatted with them.