Han Ruoruo Has Her Priorities Straight!

When Shen Zhaozhao finished speaking, quite a few eyes lit up. Level 19 ranked near the top among the freshmen, especially for a support-type soul master.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Cai Xukun..."

Time passed, and soon it was the turn of a cat-eared girl with a striking figure. As she rose, her chest bounced twice. "Zhu Lu. Martial Soul: Hell Spirit Cat. Level 25 agility-type Soul Grandmaster."

Xiang Jun watched quietly. Only the Zhu Family could have genes this good.

"Dai Huabin. Level 32 assault-type Soul Elder. Martial Soul: White Tiger!" Pride flashed in Dai Huabin's eyes as he announced his cultivation and Martial Soul.

Dai Huabin might have spent yesterday's fight playing the fool, but his level 32 cultivation still stunned the class.

Huo Yuhao stared coldly at Dai Huabin's back. Hatred flickered in his eyes, then vanished.

Unfamiliar names reached Xiang Jun's ears one after another, including the "Nine Great Guardians" Zhou Yi had expelled in the original story.

Then it was Tang Wutong's turn. She rose slowly and said, "Tang Wutong. Martial Soul: Light Goddess Butterfly. Level 37 assault-type Soul Elder!"

Her tone was calm, but it carried an aloof chill that kept others at a distance.

"Level 37? Isn't she almost at the graduation requirement for Shrek Outer Court?"

"No wonder she's the girl of my dreams!"

Sure enough, the class erupted when they learned Tang Wutong's level. Even Han Ruoruo looked surprised.

So this is the prodigy Dean Yan mentioned? She's even more gifted than Lexuan!

Tang Wutong seemed oblivious to the admiring gazes around her. She remained as unapproachable as ever, like a fairy descended to the mortal world.

Only around Xiang Jun did she show the expressions of an ordinary girl.

After Tang Wutong came a petite, adorable girl. She was also the first student to notice Xiang Jun's resemblance to the Seagod Statue yesterday.

"Hi, everyone! I'm Xiao Xiao. My Martial Soul is the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, and I'm a level 21 control-type Soul Grandmaster!" She flashed a sweet smile, her soft voice sending a pleasant shiver through the room.

Xiao Xiao?

The one from the original story who was obsessed with good looks?

Xiang Jun paused and glanced back. His eyes met Xiao Xiao's bright, lively ones.

When Xiao Xiao caught him looking, her smile grew even sweeter. Her two little dimples gave her an impish charm.

Yes! He finally noticed me! You can do this, Xiao Xiao. Go, go, go! Be brave, Xiao Xiao. You can handle anything!

Xiao Xiao silently cheered herself on. As someone with a serious weakness for good looks, nothing could attract her more than a face as stunning as a reader's.

When it was Huo Yuhao's turn, Xiang Jun could sense his unease. He turned and reassured him softly, "It's all right, Yuhao. Your talent may be lacking now, but that doesn't mean it always will be."

"Stories of soul masters rising against the odds are everywhere on the Douluo Continent. Why can't you be one of them? A true powerhouse never lets other people's opinions hold him back."

Xiang Jun felt so embarrassed by his own words that he wanted to curl his toes. But to win over the future child of destiny, he had to bear it.

That's right. My talent is poor now, but that doesn't mean it always will be!

Xiang Jun's words cleared the doubts from Huo Yuhao's mind. Thus was born the Douluo Continent's first king of relentless cultivation!

Remembering that he had yet to avenge his mother, Huo Yuhao stood up resolutely and announced, "Hello, everyone. I'm Huo Yuhao. My Martial Soul is Spirit Eyes, and I'm a level 13 support-type soul master!"

The students were startled to hear that Huo Yuhao possessed a Body Martial Soul, but their surprise soon turned to disdain.

"How many? Level 13? How did he get into Shrek?"

"Did he pull some strings?"

"Tch. Why's he shouting? You'd think he was level 31!"

"Quiet!"

As the jeers rang out, a sharp command infused with Soul Power silenced the classroom. The warm, approachable Han Ruoruo had turned cold as ice.

"What are you laughing at?"

"If Yuhao was admitted to Shrek, then he must have strengths of his own. We simply haven't discovered them yet."

"As soul masters, our duty is to protect the continent, not bully the weak. What would make us any different from scum if we did?"

"And when you mock someone else as worthless, has it occurred to you that others might see you the same way?"

Han Ruoruo's words left many students ashamed.

That's right. What am I in the eyes of geniuses like Xiang Jun and Tang Wutong?

Seeing them lower their heads in silence, Han Ruoruo softened her voice. "You're all outstanding talents from your respective empires. I hope this won't happen again. Put your energy into cultivation instead, so you'll be ready for the freshman assessment in three months."

"Next student, please continue."

Han Ruoruo returned to her gentle, poised manner and looked expectantly at the blue-haired boy in front of Huo Yuhao.

You're the boy with the Sea God Martial Soul. Let's see what surprises you have in store for me!

With everyone watching, Xiang Jun stood calmly. "Xiang Jun. Martial Soul: Sea God. Level 42 assault-type Soul Ancestor."

Level 42!

Everyone already knew Xiang Jun was a Soul Ancestor, but hearing him say it himself still came as a shock.

Dai Huabin, in particular, ground his teeth so hard they nearly cracked. Beneath the desk, his fists clenched tight enough to creak.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor. A thousand-year second soul ring. A ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring. A legendary Sea God Martial Soul.

Any one of those would make someone a rare genius. Yet all of them belonged to the same person.

The admiring, envious, and jealous gazes directed at Xiang Jun made Tang Wutong instinctively puff out her chest. Pride showed on her pretty face, as though she were the one everyone envied.

Han Ruoruo smiled and nodded at Xiang Jun, making no effort to hide the delight in her eyes. She looked at him as though he were a priceless treasure.

Once the introductions were over, Han Ruoruo clapped her hands and announced the class leaders. "Xiang Jun will be the class president of Class One, Freshmen."

"As for vice president, that'll be Wutong!"

"Does anyone object?"

"I do!"

Han Ruoruo had barely finished speaking when an angry voice rang out.

Everyone looked up. Dai Huabin had risen to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing heavy. He was clearly on the verge of losing his temper.