Top 8 of the Ten Most Beautiful Women of the Unrivaled Tang Sect: Zhou Yi, Shrek Academy's Devilish Female Teacher!

[Top 8 of the Ten Most Beautiful Women of the Unrivaled Tang Sect]

[Zhou Yi: Homeroom Teacher of Shrek Academy's Freshman Class One]

[Talent: A-rank]

[Auxiliary Talent: S-rank (Teaching)]

The training ground from ten thousand years ago instantly erupted.

[Zhou Yi?]

[That name doesn't sound like a beauty at all!]

[Could she be some old granny again?]

Oscar gnawed on a sausage and muttered, [That name sounds fierce.]

Ma Hongjun nodded. [She must be a vicious woman.]

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes. [Can't you at least hope for something better?]

The scene on the Sky Screen slowly unfolded.

Inside a classroom, more than thirty students sat ramrod straight, every face filled with terror.

An old woman stood at the podium.

Her hair was gray, her face covered in wrinkles, and her gaze was so fierce it seemed as if she wanted to devour someone. She held a teaching whip and slammed it hard against the podium.

Bang!

[Listen up!]

The old woman's voice was shrill and piercing. [In my, Zhou Yi's, class, whoever dares slack off will have their legs broken!]

The students all shuddered.

[This is Zhou Yi?] The academy students on the training ground from ten thousand years ago were dumbfounded.

[Th-this can make the beauty rankings?]

[Is the Sky Screen broken?]

[She's clearly an old hag!]

Dai Mubai frowned. [The Sky Screen wouldn't make a mistake. There must be something going on.]

Tang San said nothing, merely staring at the Sky Screen.

The scene on the Sky Screen continued.

Zhou Yi walked down from the podium, twirling the teaching whip in her hand before pointing it at a student who was dozing off.

[Wang Dong!]

The delicate, doll-like youth jolted awake, his face turning deathly pale.

[T-Teacher Zhou...]

[Stand up!] Zhou Yi's voice was terrifying. [Repeat the key point I just explained!]

Wang Dong opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.

Zhou Yi sneered and cracked the whip against the podium. [Can't repeat it? Very good. Three extra hours of training tonight. One minute less, and I'll make you run until dawn!]

Wang Dong's face turned green.

The other students in the classroom were so frightened that they barely dared breathe.

The academy students on the training ground from ten thousand years ago stared in disbelief.

[This teacher is way too fierce!]

[She's even scarier than Dean Flender!]

[Someone like this can make the beauty rankings? I don't believe it!]

Ma Hongjun swallowed. [If our teacher were this fierce, I would've run away long ago.]

Oscar nodded furiously.

Words appeared on the Sky Screen again:

[Beneath the surface lies another truth]

The scene shifted.

It was still that classroom, but it was already late at night.

Wang Dong stood alone on the training ground, exhausted to the point of nearly collapsing.

Zhou Yi stood beside her, still holding that teaching whip, her expression as fierce as ever.

[Tired?]

Wang Dong gritted her teeth. [Not tired.]

[Stubborn.] Zhou Yi snorted, yet put away her whip. [Enough. Go back and rest.]

Wang Dong froze. [Huh?]

[What do you mean, huh?] Zhou Yi turned around, her back facing her. Her voice still sounded harsh. [You have class tomorrow. Are you planning to drop dead from exhaustion by staying up all night?]

Wang Dong stood there foolishly.

Without turning her head, Zhou Yi said, [What are you standing there for? Get lost!]

Only then did Wang Dong react, hurrying away.

After she had gone far away, Zhou Yi sighed, her voice carrying a hint of helplessness. [These little brats, not one of them lets me rest easy.]

She raised a hand and rubbed her temples.

The next second—

The scene on the Sky Screen suddenly froze.

Golden light began flowing around Zhou Yi's body, as though stripping something away.

The old woman's appearance began to twist and blur.

Then—

Boom!

Everyone's eyes went wide.

The hunched old woman vanished.

In her place stood a tall, stunningly beautiful woman.

She looked only a little over thirty. Her long black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her curvaceous figure had astonishing lines. Most stunning of all was her face—brows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, a high nose bridge, and thin lips that carried a sharp, striking beauty.

The training ground from ten thousand years ago completely exploded.

[Holy shit!]

[Th-this is Zhou Yi?!]

[Disguise?! She'd been disguising herself all along?!]

[The contrast is way too huge!]

Ma Hongjun's sausage fell to the ground, and he stood there stupidly. [I-I must be seeing things?]

Oscar was stunned as well. [Th-this is the same person?]

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened. [My god, she's actually this beautiful?]

Dai Mubai narrowed his eyes. [Interesting. She deliberately disguised herself as an old woman to avoid trouble?]

Tang San stared at the Sky Screen, his expression dark.

The scene on the Sky Screen continued.

Zhou Yi stood on the empty training ground. The fierce expression on her face had disappeared, replaced by a trace of exhaustion and gentleness.

She looked in the direction Wang Dong had left and muttered softly, [That kid has good talent, but she's far too lazy. If I don't push her, how will she amount to anything?]

The scene shifted again.

In the classroom, a student suffered a backlash during cultivation due to insufficient Soul Power and collapsed on the floor, convulsing.

Zhou Yi instantly rushed over, moving as swiftly as the wind.

She pressed down on the student's shoulder, pouring Soul Power into his body and helping him stabilize his meridians.

The student recovered, his face pale. [T-Teacher Zhou...]

Zhou Yi released him, and the fierce expression returned to her face. [What a disgrace! You can't even endure this little intensity, and you call that cultivation?]

The student lowered his head, his eyes reddening.

Zhou Yi turned and walked toward the podium, her back facing him. [Don't cultivate tonight. Go back to the dormitory and get some proper rest. Come to my office tomorrow, and I'll adjust your cultivation method.]

The student lifted his head, tears glimmering in his eyes. [Thank you, Teacher...]

Zhou Yi didn't turn around, merely waving a hand. [Get lost.]

The academy students on the training ground from ten thousand years ago watched, utterly absorbed.

[So she's all bark and no bite.]

[She looks fierce, but she actually cares deeply about her students.]

[That contrast is so adorable!]

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. [I like her!]

Ma Hongjun scratched his head. [It'd be nice if our teacher were like that too.]

Oscar nodded. [At least she wouldn't really break our legs.]

The scene on the Sky Screen shifted again.

A tall male student stood before Zhou Yi, his expression hostile.

[Teacher Zhou, I refuse to accept this.]

Zhou Yi raised her eyes, her voice cold as ice. [You refuse to accept it?]

[That's right.] The male student stiffened his neck. [Why is it that I got the best assessment score, yet I can only be ranked behind Huo Yuhao?]

Zhou Yi rose to her feet and walked toward him step by step.

She was a head shorter than the male student, but her imposing presence left him struggling to breathe.

[You want to be ranked ahead of Huo Yuhao?]

[Yes!]

Smack!

Zhou Yi slapped the desk, shattering it into pieces.

[Then go defeat him!] Her voice was cold enough to freeze someone solid. [If you don't have the strength, shut your mouth! Shrek doesn't raise trash, much less trash that only knows how to complain!]

The male student's face turned pale, and he couldn't say a word.

Zhou Yi turned around, her back facing him. [Get out. Cultivate properly, and stop wasting your days thinking about this meaningless nonsense.]

The male student gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

But when he reached the door, Zhou Yi's voice rang out again. [Your talent isn't bad. You're just too impetuous. Settle down, and you'll be able to enter the Inner Court within three years.]

The male student's body trembled as he turned back to look at Zhou Yi.

But Zhou Yi had already returned to her chair, not even raising her head.

The academy students on the training ground from ten thousand years ago fell silent.

[This is what a real teacher is.] Dai Mubai spoke softly.

Tang San clenched his fists but said nothing.

The scene on the Sky Screen continued.

A group of students surrounded Zhou Yi, chattering as they asked questions.

[Teacher Zhou, I just can't use this soul skill properly...]

[Teacher Zhou, what type of soul ring suits my martial soul?]

[Teacher Zhou, I...]

Zhou Yi waved her hand impatiently. [One at a time! You're making so much noise!]

The students immediately fell silent.

Zhou Yi sighed and began answering them one by one.

Her voice was still harsh, but her explanations were incomparably detailed. She even personally demonstrated several techniques for using soul skills.

The students listened with rapt attention, their eyes full of admiration.

The scene froze on Zhou Yi surrounded by a group of students.

Though her stunningly beautiful face remained stern, her eyes held an unmistakable gentleness.

Words appeared on the Sky Screen again:

[Zhou Yi: Shrek's Devilish Female Teacher]

[Fierce on the surface, gentle at heart]

[Sharp-tongued yet protective, a strict teacher with a kind heart]

[Evaluation: Her contrasting persona is godlike. This is what a truly good teacher looks like.]

The academy students on the training ground from ten thousand years ago were beside themselves with excitement.

[So cool!]

[I want a teacher like this too!]

[She's fierce, but she's truly wonderful!]

Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled. [I want to be her student too.]

Ma Hongjun sighed. [It'd be great if Dean Flender were even half as good as she is.]

Flender happened to be passing by and smacked him on the back of the head. [What did you just say, brat?]

Ma Hongjun clutched his head and yelped.

The light on the Sky Screen flickered again as the scene began to change.

Inside a Shrek Academy dormitory ten thousand years later.

Huo Yuhao looked at the Sky Screen, his eyes slightly red.

[Teacher Zhou...]

Wang Dong patted his shoulder. [Don't overthink it. Teacher Zhou has truly been good to us.]