Upon receiving his response, the expressions of the teachers on the stage varied.
The teacher surnamed Han, who had brought Fang Chang into the Spider God Academy, looked relieved. The teacher who had slammed the table earlier wore a face full of indignation.
As for the white-bearded elder who seemed to hold the highest status, his expression remained indifferent, as if Fang Chang's enrollment mattered little to him.
With the matter settled, Teacher Han led Fang Chang to the dormitory for outer academy students.
Since he was an outer academy student—and a temporary one at that—his accommodations weren't exactly luxurious. Despite Teacher Han putting in a good word, Fang Chang was still assigned a shared room.
Click.
Fang Chang gently pushed open the dormitory door. The layout wasn't bad—the room was about fifty to sixty square meters, which was quite lavish for a student dormitory.
However, the place was currently in disarray. Right in the center of the bedroom, two single beds had been pushed together, and a young man around seventeen or eighteen lay sprawled on them in a "大" shape.
Hearing the door open, the young man lazily glanced over. "New guy? Find a clean spot on the floor, sweep it, and sleep there."
His tone wasn't particularly hostile, but it wasn't friendly either. Still, his words were enough to instantly provoke irritation.
So he doesn't plan on giving up the bed. Fang Chang immediately understood the underlying meaning.
Without wasting words, he strode forward, grabbed the bedding, and gave it a sharp shake—sending the previously lounging young man tumbling off in a flurry.
"You bastard! What the hell are you doing?!" The young man, now sprawled on the floor, roared in confusion. As he shouted, he summoned his martial soul—a massive bronze axe—while four soul rings lit up around him, marking him as a four-ringed Soul Ancestor.
"Wei Li?" Fang Chang picked up the student ID card that had fallen onto the bed and casually asked. "From now on, you follow me. First, go fetch me a basin of foot-washing water."
The man named Wei Li stared at Fang Chang with a stormy expression. Judging by age, Fang Chang seemed slightly older.
In spirit academies, older students usually meant longer cultivation time—and thus, greater strength. It was practically tradition for senior students to bully juniors.
But Wei Li was already a seventh-year student at Spider God Academy, with strength at the Soul Ancestor level. Even among inner academy elites, few could overpower him. He hadn't expected anyone in the outer academy to dare challenge him.
Then, his gaze fell on the gray-blue uniform Fang Chang had placed on the bed, and his wariness instantly faded.
At Spider God Academy, regular students wore red-and-white uniforms, inner academy students wore white with gold trim, and those in gray-blue were temporary students—often referred to as "externals."
Most of these were noble children whose families had paid exorbitant sums to get them into the academy despite failing the entrance exams. They were the most despised group in the academy.
With this realization, Wei Li straightened his back and sneered, "Playing the tyrant? I thought you were some big shot, but you're just a temp—"
Before he could finish, Fang Chang grabbed the chamber pot by the bed and hurled it at him. Wei Li, not seeing clearly what was flying toward him, raised his hands to block.
Clang.
The ceramic pot shattered under the force of their collision, splashing its contents all over Wei Li.
"You—!" Only then did he realize what Fang Chang had thrown at him. The pungent smell quickly filled the air.
Enraged, he raised his axe and swung it straight at Fang Chang's skull.
Fang Chang had no intention of letting him get close. With a single punch, an invisible shockwave blasted Wei Li backward, slamming him into the wall several meters away.
At the same time, Fang Chang's soul rings—simulated with soul power—lit up once more: Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black.
Five soul rings.
But the number wasn't the shocking part—it was the configuration. His second soul ring was already a thousand-year one, completely defying the so-called "optimal soul ring arrangement" taught in textbooks.
Gulp. Wei Li swallowed hard, instinctively shrinking back. What the hell kind of monster is this?
Seeing Fang Chang's soul rings, Wei Li knew he was outmatched. But humiliated and furious, he wasn't about to apologize.
"You have one day. Clean this room before I return tomorrow." Fang Chang paused deliberately. "And make sure I don't smell anything weird."
His words carried an undeniable pressure, like an emperor issuing orders to a lowly official.
Without another word, Fang Chang left the dormitory, ignoring Wei Li's smoldering resentment.
The moment the door closed, Fang Chang activated his "Night Walker" skill, his figure gradually fading into stealth.
Night had fully fallen. Maintaining his invisibility, he wandered around the academy—first touring the nearby girls' dormitory, then the faculty quarters, and finally the legendary Inner Academy.
By now, he had a rough grasp of Spider God Academy's overall strength.
Among the faculty, there were likely two Titled Douluos and six Soul Douluos. As for weaker teachers, Fang Chang couldn't be bothered to count.
Deeper within the inner academy, Fang Chang also discovered a 100,000-year soul beast that had taken human form. Its true body was—unsurprisingly—a spider. Fang Chang was rather intrigued by it.
Beyond these individuals, there was little else in the academy worth noting. As for threats? None for now.
With the academy's situation roughly scouted, Fang Chang turned his gaze westward—toward the direction of Star Dou Great Forest.
Now that Spider God Academy bordered the forest, it saved him a lot of trouble.
Back in the Upper Realm, he had noticed that the spider kin in this world were in dire straits, nearly driven to extinction. That was the real reason he had descended.
Thirty years ago, when he left this world, he had taken the vast majority of the spider kin with him, leaving only a small population behind to thrive.
Unintentionally, this had weakened the spider kin's presence in this world. But even so, given their innate talents, they shouldn't have fallen to such a pitiful state.
With these thoughts, Fang Chang swiftly flew into Star Dou Great Forest. The moment he entered, he deactivated "Night Walker" and reverted to his true form—though he shrank it slightly to about three or four meters in length.
Fang Chang's divine sense spread through the forest, searching for traces of his kin. But as his awareness expanded, his heart grew colder.
Finally, he detected a 20,000-year Bloodwing Demon Spider—the only one of his bloodline within hundreds of miles.
And its situation wasn't good. It was being besieged by other soul beasts.
The attackers?
A pack of slimes.