"My name is Yun Xiao. My martial soul is the Star Plate, and my Soul Power is level twelve. My goal is to become an intelligent support-type Soul Master."
Sitting in the first seat was a slight boy. When Wu Zhangkong pointed at him, he rose shakily and introduced himself.
"Mm. Next."
Wu Zhangkong gave a slight nod without offering any comment, then issued the instruction blandly.
One by one, the students stood and introduced themselves. Before long, it was Tang Wulin's turn.
"Tang Wulin. Martial soul: Bluesilver Grass. Level twelve. My goal is to become a powerful Soul Master."
Tang Wulin stood up and spoke in a very serious tone.
"Bluesilver Grass? A trash martial soul, and he still wants to become a powerful Soul Master? What a joke."
As Tang Wulin introduced himself, a discordant voice came from the back of the classroom.
Whoosh!
With a sharp whistle through the air, Wu Zhangkong accurately flung a piece of chalk into the throat of the student mocking Tang Wulin, making him gag. Then Wu Zhangkong's icy voice followed.
"Remember this: in this world, there are no trash martial souls, only trash people. Before calling someone else trash, take a look at yourself. If you weren't trash, would you have been assigned here? Continue."
"Yao Xuan. Martial soul: Lizard Dragon. Level eighteen. My goal is to become a powerful Soul Master and Battle Armor Master."
Yao Xuan stood and spoke calmly.
Hearing Yao Xuan's introduction, the other students all looked at him with envy. Reaching level eighteen at the age of nine was an extraordinarily rare achievement. With just two more levels, he could advance to Soul Grandmaster and obtain his second soul skill.
Reaching level eighteen at nine already qualified as genius-level talent. As long as nothing unexpected happened,