Electrolux's Exchange, Freshman Class 9

From Zhuang Minghui's point of view, he was nothing more than a soul from another world, a remnant soul.

Logically speaking, he should not have known his martial soul inside and out.

Electrolux patiently explained, "That is because the martial soul you possess, Spirit Gold, was in fact an extremely rare treasure in the world I originally came from. Its aura is something this old man would never mistake."

"I see." On the surface, Zhuang Minghui looked as if sudden understanding had dawned on him, but inwardly he was muttering to himself.

He had never read Divine Throne of Primordial Blood, so he had no idea whether Spirit Gold had existed in Electrolux's former world.

But since Electrolux, who had transmigrated into Peerless Tang Sect, had recognized at a glance the Spirit-Eating Carving Knife that had evolved from Spirit Gold in the original work...

That just happened to confirm his theory.

Electrolux quietly gazed at Zhuang Minghui and said, "Young man, could you introduce yourself?"

Electrolux gave a slight nod, his eyes revealing heartfelt gratitude and admiration. "This old man must thank you. If not for your two ultimate life-type martial souls, the Life Ancient Tree and Spirit Gold, continuously nourishing this old man's remnant soul, I fear this old man would have remained lost in the void of the universe."

At this point, Electrolux's expression turned solemn, and a trace of sincerity entered his tone. "Zhuang Minghui, this old man has an presumptuous request. This old man hopes to temporarily reside in your Sea of Consciousness to recover from my injuries. In return, this old man will teach you how to use Necromancy and Light Magic."

Even though Electrolux was now a Necromancer Saint and had lost the qualification to use Light Magic...

In his view, it was not entirely impossible for Zhuang Minghui to master both Light Magic and Necromancy under his guidance.

"Th-this... is that really possible?" Hearing Electrolux offer Necromancy as compensation in exchange, Zhuang Minghui's face showed shock and emotion at just the right moment.

Zhuang Minghui's reaction was within Electrolux's expectations. He sighed softly. "This old man is now nothing more than a wisp of a remnant soul, with nothing to my name. The only things I can still offer are these Necromancy and Light Magic..."

Before Electrolux could finish speaking, Zhuang Minghui's expression became solemn, and he bowed once more. "Elder Yi, I accept your kindness. During this time, please focus on recovering in my Sea of Consciousness."

"Once your injuries have healed, you can teach me to use Necromancy."

Zhuang Minghui's words left Electrolux unable to find the slightest fault. Looking at the determined gaze of the young man before him, he said, "Very well. We shall do as you say."

Two days later.

Shrek Academy, the white teaching building.

Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue walked side by side through the spacious corridor, their figures finally stopping in front of the door to Freshman Class 9.

Listening to the noise coming from inside, Gu Yue asked in puzzlement, "This is Freshman Class 9?"

The racket inside made her a little uncomfortable.

"Mm, this should be it. Let's go in. Class is about to start." Zhuang Minghui reached out and pushed open the classroom door before them.

As soon as they entered the classroom, the two of them saw the students in complete chaos.

There were around ninety students in the class, and most of the seats were occupied. Everyone had gathered in groups of three or five, either chatting loudly with excitement or looking around everywhere.

Zhuang Minghui calmly swept his gaze over the classroom layout. His keen eyes passed straight over the noisy crowd and finally fixed on two empty seats in the back row by the window, not far from the corner.

He tilted his body slightly and glanced at Gu Yue beside him from the corner of his eye, asking softly, "Sit over there?"

Gu Yue answered concisely, "Anywhere."

Seeing that Gu Yue had no objection, Zhuang Minghui took the lead and walked toward the empty seats in the corner of the classroom with her.

Just as he had taken only a few steps and was passing by a girl beside a front-row desk, the girl, who had originally been chatting excitedly with her companions, subconsciously raised her head.

In that instant, Zhuang Minghui's almost perfect side profile crashed straight into her sight.

The girl's voice came to an abrupt stop, and she froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Her eyes stared fixedly at Zhuang Minghui. Her heartbeat skipped half a beat in that instant, and her whole heart seemed to have been hooked away by those eyes containing a gentle smile, sent who knew where.

In this world, anyone who became a soul master matured very early, and they also had a certain understanding of matters like romance.

Most of the freshmen were little girls, a group of girls who had never seen a handsome boy descend right beside them before.

Seeing the elegant aura radiating from Zhuang Minghui's handsome face and tall, straight figure was enough to make them fall into a daze.

"Oh my god, is he a boy in our class? He's way too handsome!"

One girl cupped her reddening cheeks, her eyes glued firmly to Zhuang Minghui, unwilling to even blink.

"Mom, I feel like I'm about to fall in love!"

The other girls' reactions were basically the same as that girl's.

Zhuang Minghui's appearance made the boys of Class 9 gnash their teeth at him.

But they had no choice but to admit that this newcomer could indeed be called the most handsome person in Class 9.

Admission was one thing. Refusing to accept it was another.

Those were two different concepts.

Very soon, the gazes of the boys who hated Zhuang Minghui as if he were their mortal enemy were gradually drawn to Gu Yue beside him.

In the eyes of these boys, Gu Yue's beautiful, cool expression was like an ice goddess descending to the mortal world. That aloofness and nobility untouched by dust was enough to overshadow the presence of every girl in Class 9.

Her looks were in a league of their own in Class 9.

"Holy crap, she's literally the ice goddess of my dreams. Goddess, please stomp all over me with your feet!"

"Guys, an anomaly has appeared among us boys. Let's purge this damned traitor. He's actually willing to be a simp."

"What's wrong with being a simp? What did simping ever do to you? As long as my goddess is willing to give me the time of day, that's enough."

"You're beyond saving, bro. Totally beyond saving."

Faced with this sudden simp speech, Gu Yue's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of disgust and coldness flashing through her eyes.

She didn't spare the shouting boys even a glance, merely followed close behind Zhuang Minghui and walked straight ahead without looking sideways.

These humans...

It seemed she had still overestimated them.

Still, it was precisely because there were people like this for comparison that Gu Yue's favorable impression of Zhuang Minghui rose quite a bit.

She admitted that Zhuang Minghui really was pretty annoying sometimes, but he wasn't as pathetic as they were.

Zhuang Minghui likewise remained calm, turning a blind eye to the heated, admiring, and even jealous gazes around him.

In this class of nearly a hundred people, the vast majority were stunned by the two of them's appearance and bearing. Only three people remained exceptionally calm.

They sat in the most conspicuous seats at the front, quietly watching the two walk past.