First-Year Class One

Seeing Lin Yu like this, the other three in the dormitory were instantly shocked, especially Wei Xiaofeng. He had originally wanted to show off his two-ring strength in front of Lin Yu and draw him into his camp to contend with Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi.

Now, it seemed he simply was not worthy. This guy was practically a divine soldier.

"Are you really only twelve? You're already a three-ring Soul Master?!" Zhang Yangzi stared at the three purple soul rings in astonishment and could not help asking.

Lin Yu merely smiled, closed his eyes slightly, and withdrew the three soul rings. "I'm just lucky. My family gave me more resources, that's all."

The three of them immediately felt rather awful. None of them even wanted to keep talking to Lin Yu, and they silently returned to lie down on their own beds.

This was the first time, but not the last, that the three of them entertained the thought of giving up on life altogether.

Seeing them like this, Lin Yu knew they were still young at heart, caring only about a simple matter of winning or losing.

He smiled faintly without saying anything, then took a bottle of beverage from his storage soul tool. It tasted much like the iced black tea from his previous life, and he took a few sips.

The next morning, after the four from Lin Yu's dormitory went to the cafeteria together for breakfast, they attended Eastsea Academy's opening ceremony.

Although Lin Qingye had pulled some strings and had Lin Yu's enrollment form list him as exactly level thirty rather than a three-ring Soul Master, he was still undeniably a three-ring student. Long Hengxu would never include him in Class Five's combat strength balance.

Without any surprise, Lin Yu was assigned to Class One, the strongest of the five classes in terms of overall strength.

The only minor downside of being strong was having to climb one extra floor. Class One was located in the second-floor teaching area, while Classes Two, Three, Four, and Five were assigned to the first floor. Class Five had even been squeezed into the corner of the corridor, right next to the restroom.

Class One's classroom was extremely spacious, with thirty sets of desks and chairs arranged neatly inside.

Because of Eastsea Academy's class assignment system, Classes One and Five had the fewest students. Like the two ends of a jujube, the very best and the very worst were few, while those stuck somewhere in the middle made up the overwhelming majority.

A month of study passed quickly. Lin Yu had stabilized his thousand-year soul spirit and his current three purple soul rings, while his soul power cultivation had reached level thirty-two.

The hundred-year Poison Angel soul spirit had grown somewhat larger. Its original two pairs of small wings had enlarged as well, and it had even grown a third pair.

Eastsea Academy was good in every respect, except for one thing: the gap in ability between its teachers was simply too vast.

Take Ye Yingluo from Class One, for instance. Though she had taught Class One for many years and was certainly competent, she was still no match for Wu Changkong, who had come down from the upper grades. Not to mention that she was afflicted with the debuff of being lovesick.

Lin Yu no longer expected to learn much useful knowledge from Ye Yingluo. If he wanted to study the knowledge soul masters of this era needed, he would have to rely on himself.

Besides that, he also needed to consider his future path.

During this time, Lin Yu carefully researched the social structure of the Dragon Federation, including the employment rates of graduates from major soul master academies and their specific career paths.

Combining that with his experience reading Soul Land 3 in his previous life, he regretfully reached a conclusion: the path best suited to him was to study at Shrek Academy, then, after Tang Wulin returned from Dragon Valley, find an excuse to travel far away and wait until Shrek Academy was blown up, after which he could sell himself to the highest bidder under the title of Shrek's "last generation of graduates"...