Poetic Inspiration

A quarter of an hour later.

Everyone was present in the classroom.

Zhou Yi looked at Huo Yuhao and said, "Huo Yuhao, report your soul power level."

"Level eleven."

Huo Yuhao said lazily.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room was shocked.

"What? Level eleven? I didn't hear that wrong, did I?"

"Wasn't the admission base fifteen?"

"No, how did level eleven beat those nine people? Just how weak must those nine people be?"

"It's not like they didn't use their martial soul and soul skills, otherwise who wins and who loses wouldn't necessarily be certain."

On the Douluo Continent, soul power level was supreme.

Most people did not look at ability, and generally only judged talent, strength, and weakness through the height of one's soul power level.

Even though Huo Yuhao had defeated nine students of the same grade.

Yet his soul power level.

In the eyes of others, he was always the weak one.

Zhou Yi also did not expect that Huo Yuhao's soul power level was only level eleven.

After all, judging by the power of that punch in the morning, it couldn't possibly be dealt with anything less than fifty levels.

Could it be that he was hiding his strength?

Zhou Yi nodded. It seemed that this guy Huo Yuhao usually looked unbridled.

Yet he still knew how to hide his strength, not bad, not bad.

He was a genius who understood how to hide his brilliance.

Wang Dong said speechlessly, "He's acting again. Would it kill you to tell the truth?"

Huo Yuhao explained, "I really am level eleven. Didn't you see it that day?"

Wang Dong stated firmly, "That day was definitely a trick of the eyes. How could level eleven possibly defeat that female demon Zhou Lian?"

Huo Yuhao couldn't be bothered to explain.

He really was at level eleven soul power.

Why wouldn't they believe him?

Zhou Yi spoke up to interrupt the students' conversation:

"Alright, Huo Yuhao's soul power level is only level eleven!"

"He is a special invitee of the academy, and when entering the academy, he does not need to undergo assessments."

"But a special invitee's privileges end right here. If he fails to complete the academy's tasks, he will still be eliminated."

"I will only say this problem once. From now on, before he is eliminated, no one is allowed to question him using this as an excuse."

The female demon had spoken, and the students in the audience no longer dared to ask further questions.

The first class officially began.

"Alright, let's start class!"

"In our first class, we will discuss the way of offense and defense for soul masters."

"Soul masters are divided into many systems according to their different martial soul abilities."

"There are the strength attack system, agility attack system, auxiliary system, food system, control system, defense system..."

"..."

"Alright, we will discuss up to here for today."

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, she walked in front of Huo Yuhao, who was lying on the table fast asleep.

Tap, tap, tap.

She knocked three times in succession.

Huo Yuhao slowly woke up: "Teacher Zhou, is class over?"

"Huo Yuhao, come with me for a moment!"

Zhou Yi said through gritted teeth.

Ever since she began teaching, this was the first time someone had fallen asleep in her class.

And he slept all the way from the start of class to the end.

If it weren't for the fact that Huo Yuhao had won against her and earned the freedom to attend school.

Otherwise, she would have made him scram at the very least.

Shrek Academy did not take in sleepwalkers.

Yet who called Huo Yuhao a genius?

Wasn't it completely normal to have some special treatment?

"No way, he slept until the end of class, and that female demon isn't even angry?"

"It looks like our guess was right after all. This guy Huo Yuhao must be the son or grandson of Shrek Academy's higher-ups."

"Dammit, clearly he's only level eleven, yet just by virtue of a background he can have such treatment. I'm so jealous!"

The classmates were grief-stricken and indignant, feeling a great sense of injustice.

They all thought Huo Yuhao had simply been born well, otherwise how could he ever compare to them.

Wang Dong smiled at this and didn't help Huo Yuhao explain.

You guys don't know just how strong that guy is.

Inside the office.

Zhou Yi sat on the office chair and inquired:

"Speak straight, what level is your soul power really?"

Huo Yuhao sat on the sofa to the side, crossed his legs, and said:

"Level eleven."

"Tell the truth!"

"Truly level eleven."

"Forget it. If you don't want to say, I won't force you either."

Why can't I ever explain it clearly? It really is level eleven.

Heh heh...

"..."

Huo Yuhao couldn't explain it clearly, so he couldn't be bothered to explain anymore.

Let them misunderstand if they wanted to.

Anyway, he wouldn't lose a chunk of flesh from it.

Zhou Yi asked once again:

"You can't say your soul power level, but your martial soul and soul skills should at least be revealed a little bit, right?"

"Otherwise, as your head teacher, I know nothing at all about your information. How can I guide you in the future?"

"Guide me?" Huo Yuhao pointed at himself, then smiled and said: "Forget it, Teacher Zhou, you can't teach me anything."

Zhou Yi sneered: "Kid, don't be arrogant and conceited just because you have a bit of talent. You must know that there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens."

"On this continent, there will always be people more talented than you."

"Take that Tang San who became a god ten thousand years ago, for example."

"Innate full soul power, twin martial souls, entering Shrek Academy at age twelve, and reaching the sixtieth-level soul emperor realm at age twenty-three."

"And even becoming the first person to achieve godhood in ten thousand years at the age of twenty-four."

"So no matter how high your talent is, can it be higher than Tang San's, who became a god at twenty-four?"

God Realm.

Heaven-Peering Hall.

Fishfork God King Tang San said with radiant smiles:

"I didn't expect that even after ten thousand years have passed, people still remember my legend."

"In this setting and mood, I cannot help but be filled with poetic inspiration."

Ahem... Tang San of the continent is no more, the legend is passed down for ten thousand years still!

So wet, so wet, I must write this down and hang it on the gate of the God King's Residence, letting all gods properly admire this peerless masterpiece of mine, God King Tang San.

"What kind of trash poem is this? Even if my family's pig wrote it, it would still be ten thousand times better than this..."

"You have eyes but fail to see, be demoted to the lower realm to become a pig!"

"God King, I was wrong! I didn't know this was a poem written by you, otherwise I would definitely have worshipped it day and night..."

"Too late."

The God Official who spoke the truth was demoted into a pig, and the gods seeing this hurriedly used what they had learned in their lives to flatter him.

"This poem by the God King is simply Bulmasaur eating Miao Crunch Corner, entering Miao Miao House—it's wonderfully home-run!"

"Who is the peak at the end of the poetic path? Upon seeing the God King, the path becomes empty!"

"Me and my little buddies are all stunned!"

"..."

"Hahahahaha!"

Fishfork God King Tang San laughed repeatedly.

"As expected, my poetry is peerless under the heavens."

"Even gods feel inferior upon seeing it."

That God Official demoted into a pig: ...

Inside the office.

Huo Yuhao smiled without a word.

He was Huo Gua, after all, with destiny comparable to the biological son of the heavens.

When it came to destiny, Tang San couldn't even catch up by whipping a horse.

However, when it came to being despicable and shameless, Fishfork God King Tang San had no rivals among all the gods in the God Realm.

This point had once been evaluated by the Sun Moon Empire's five-star general MacArthur.

"If I could possess one-ten-thousandth of the despicableness of Fishfork God King Tang San, all the self-created soul skills of the entire continent would be stolen and learned by myself."

Seeing Huo Yuhao remain silent, Zhou Yi thought her lecturing had succeeded.

"So you need my guidance. Even if you can't achieve a legend like Tang San, at the very least you can become a Soul Douluo!"

Huo Yuhao waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it. I'd rather be a bit mediocre, guidance can be spared."

Ever since the White Tiger Meditation Method incident, he had basically lost interest in soul master knowledge.

It was too low-level. Even if he needed to learn.

Wouldn't it be done by him using the Light of Knowledge to sweep across the library?

Did he still need to study?

Zhou Yi said angrily: "You are wasting your talent!"