Inquiry?

Tap, tap, tap!

After leaving the classroom, Jiang Mu followed behind Zhou Yi, the sound of high heels echoing by his ears.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhou Yi's perfectly ordinary back. She remained silent, making Jiang Mu feel even stranger.

Why had she called for him?

Could it have been because of the question he had raised earlier?

Thinking about it, that did seem possible. Otherwise, there was no other explanation.

It couldn't be because of that faint trace of killing intent, and she wanted to make things difficult for him, could it?

Zhou Yi, walking ahead, gradually recovered from the redness in her face caused by the breeze.

The office was not far away. They arrived quickly. Click.

The door opened.

Only after Zhou Yi saw that there wasn't a single teacher in the office did she let out a breath of relief.

"Phew~"

Good, good.

"Come with me."

Jiang Mu, who had been observing the office layout beside her, nodded upon hearing that. No matter what, he was a student now, so it was best not to act too differently.

Tap, tap, tap!

Jiang Mu followed Zhou Yi to her desk and sat down beside it.

Jiang Mu was very calm as he watched her. She turned her head and met his gaze. At least she had her original appearance now. She was not breathtakingly beautiful, but she was still fairly pretty.

Not enough to make him dislike her or feel sick, at least.

"Teacher, why did you call me here?"

"Hmph."

Zhou Yi snorted coldly and crossed her legs as she sat at her desk.

The black stockings on her legs rubbed together, making a soft rustling sound.

"Your rank doesn't seem low. Why did you use the Tang Sect's exemption slot to enroll?"

"Huh."

Jiang Mu opened his mouth. He had thought she would interrogate him intensely. Who would have expected such a bland question?

What reason could there be?

"It works about the same as a recommendation letter, so I just used it to get in."

Seeing his unconcerned attitude, Zhou Yi inexplicably felt a surge of irritation.

Rustle—

Without realizing it, she switched the position of her legs. Her left leg, which had been crossed over her right, became her right leg over her left. Her stockings rustled, and for a moment, she even forgot the real reason she had brought him to the office.

She asked him seriously, "Then what is your martial soul?"

"My hands."

Not understanding what she was trying to pull, Jiang Mu could not make any guesses. He could only say as little as possible.

"A body martial soul?"

Zhou Yi instantly furrowed her brow and became serious.

Body martial souls were relatively slow to cultivate, and suitable soul rings were difficult to find. Finding the right ones was extremely hard.

But if suitable soul rings were found, their upper limit could become very high.

Although Zhou Yi's mindless imitation of Yu Xiaogang's running-based teaching was terrible, her theories were flawed, and she had the odd habit of dressing up as an old woman—on top of her bad temper—

She still had a bit of judgment and insight. Otherwise, she would not have chosen to have Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eyes martial soul study soul tools.

She did not reject soul tools simply because she taught in the martial soul department.

Hearing that his body martial soul was his hands, she felt somewhat excited inside.

"How much innate soul power do you have?"

"Full innate soul power."

Jiang Mu continued with his previous approach. Say as little as possible. This time, he gave only three words.

Telling the truth like this seemed a little arrogant, but Zhou Yi's earlier disdain and inexplicable anger were now replaced by a trace of excitement.

A body martial soul with full innate soul power. Perhaps, after choosing the right soul rings, it could undergo self-awakening. Could she imitate Yu Xiaogang and take in a disciple? Then she could prove herself!

Afterward, perhaps she could join the inner court and teach its true prodigies?

Thus, the expression on her face changed extremely quickly—from indifferent at first, to somewhat angry, to her current excited expression.

"Uh..."

Jiang Mu frowned. What exactly was she trying to do?

"Well, do you want to take me as your master?"

This time, Zhou Yi did not cross her legs. Instead, she put both feet down flat on the floor and slowly leaned forward. Her tone also became gentler as she spoke.

"Hm?"

"You agree?" Zhou Yi's eyes lit up at those words, as though her heartbeat had skipped a beat.

"What are you talking about? I was just expressing surprise. I don't want to become your disciple."

Jiang Mu was speechless.

He already had the system, so why would he need a master? Besides, there was no way he would take a Soul Emperor as his master.

Zhou Yi instantly became unhappy. She struck a coy little-woman pose, crossing her arms over her chest. "What? Do you think my strength isn't good enough?"

Jiang Mu: ...

You know that yourself?

"Teacher, since you already know, there's no need to ask, right?"

"Hey, you little brat!"

Zhou Yi was very displeased. Even if it were true, he should not have said it aloud. Did he not know that discussing someone's shortcomings to their face was rude?

Didn't he want to become stronger?

And so, all Jiang Mu got as he waited was Zhou Yi's furious expression.

Her stare made his scalp prickle. He felt utterly speechless.

"Uh, Teacher, is this why you called me here?"

"Mmm..."

Zhou Yi drew out the sound vaguely without giving a definite response.

Her expression even clearly showed embarrassment. Wasn't there something else?

"Teacher, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

After asking and seeing that Zhou Yi did not answer, Jiang Mu turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhou Yi's expression changed slightly when she saw this. She had still been thinking about how to phrase some advice for him. Whether he became her disciple or not, she should at least give him some advice, so she would have something to brag about.

The moment Zhou Yi saw him leaving, she stood and reached out to grab him.

And now, Zhou Yi was about to experience what Wang Dong'er had experienced!

Slap!

In that instant.

An electric current instantly spread through her entire body.

"Ah!"

A mature woman's soft cry rang out at once.

Jiang Mu was tugged slightly and turned his head. That turn brought his eyes directly in line with Zhou Yi's black-stockinged legs!

Zhou Yi's face was now as red as a watermelon's flesh. She had completely lost the appearance of a stern homeroom teacher from before, instead looking like a quiet little woman—more so than ever before!

"Teacher, are you feeling unwell?"

"..."

Under normal circumstances, she would have cursed him out, beaten him, and expelled him. Yet now, at her most helpless moment, she could not say a single word.

Zhou Yi supported herself on the ground with one hand while her right hand clutched Jiang Mu. She did not want to let go, but she did not know what to say either.

This situation reminded her of the real reason she had come to the office.

She had come to change clothes.

And now, it seemed she would also need to clean the office!

Just as they looked up and met each other's eyes, Jiang Mu saw Zhou Yi's gaze shimmering with emotion, the first hints of spring showing on her face!

"You'd better swallow this matter and keep it to yourself!"

"Uh..."

Jiang Mu pressed his lips together and said nothing. Looking at the scene before him, it was far more obvious than what had happened in the classroom. It was practically laid bare.

"Keep your mouth shut! If you dare tell anyone, I won't let you off even if I die!"

Zhou Yi grabbed Jiang Mu with one hand and pinched her own leg with the other. Her eyes reddened as she gritted her teeth and spoke.

This was far too humiliating for her. She did not know why her body had become like this.

"Uh..."

"This..."

Jiang Mu raised his brow. This was clearly a perfect way to keep her under control. Why should he agree to her request?

Seeing that he still did not speak, Zhou Yi instantly puffed up in anger.

"You should leave first. I need to tidy myself up."

This time, after speaking, she finally took the initiative to release the hand gripping him.