Don't Say Anything That Hurts Unity

After seeing Lu Yi's performance in yesterday's Finals, Zhang Lexuan was utterly certain that his potential was even more astonishing than she had imagined.

She immediately went to the Outer Court Library, spent ten minutes reviewing the first-year curriculum, and searched for any records related to Lu Yi's Martial Soul.

Though she found nothing, she had already devised a training method tailored to his Martial Soul.

That evening, she went to Yan Shaozhe and told him she wanted to teach a class.

Yan Shaozhe knew her physical condition. She needed at least a year of rest and should avoid using her Martial Soul; even cultivation was inadvisable.

Teaching a class would give her something to do and help her gain experience guiding students. With her talent, she was bound to take on the most gifted disciples someday.

"Junior sister, would you rather teach sixth-years in the Outer Court or students in the Inner Court?"

Yan Shaozhe was naturally glad to see the change in her spirits.

After a moment's thought, he suggested, "I think you could teach the younger students in the Inner Court directly. To be honest, this year's Outer Court sixth-years aren't quite up to par."

"Neither, senior brother!" Zhang Lexuan did not take his advice. "I want to teach first-years. Lu Yi's class, to be precise."

The unexpected answer did not make Yan Shaozhe object at once. Instead, he considered it carefully.

"I understand what you're thinking. That boy's abilities are strange, but they lack power. They're neither normal Soul Skills nor Soul Bone Skills, and calling them Self-Created Soul Skills would be a pipe dream."

Yan Shaozhe had been curious himself. He had watched closely during the Finals; otherwise, he would not have been dazzled then.

Fortunately, his cultivation was formidable, and he recovered within two