"Lin Feng? Hmph! Got it."
Dugu Yan crossed her arms with a prideful pout.
Just as she was about to say more, a graceful, poised young woman with well-defined features and a voluptuous figure stepped lightly into the classroom with firm, confident strides.
"Everyone quiet down. Return to your seats."
The sudden voice drew the attention of the entire class. Instinctively, all eyes turned toward its source.
When they laid eyes on the woman standing at the front of the room, the previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.
Lin Feng was no exception—he looked up as well.
The woman at the podium stood tall and straight. Her eyes were deep and cold, her figure elegant and curvaceous. Her long, slender legs were perfectly shaped, her calves smooth and sculpted.
She possessed a jade-like complexion—cool and refined, with skin as delicate and radiant as polished ivory.
If she were on Blue Star, this figure would easily be considered top-tier.
Lin Feng couldn't help but inwardly praise her appearance.
But the silence didn't last long. Soon, a wave of exaggerated sighs and croaks of admiration—like a chorus of frogs, broke out across the room.
Lin Feng was speechless. Seriously? These guys act like they've never seen a beautiful woman before.
Pathetic. Compared to him—a man who had seen countless goddesses in his past life—they were miles behind.
With a disdainful glance, he turned his head—only to meet Dugu Yan's gaze as she happened to look back.
"Hmph! Men."
Dugu Yan snorted coldly and looked away again.
…What? Is she the Queen of Grunts or something?
Lin Feng blinked, exasperated.
The young teacher, seemingly unfazed by the students' reactions, had clearly anticipated this. Her tone remained cool, but it carried a distinct authority.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Bing Yujie, your homeroom teacher."
"Welcome to the Royal Junior Soul Master Academy."
"If you ever have questions or issues during your time here, don't hesitate to speak to me."
"We'll now begin your first class. Each of you will introduce yourselves, one by one, in seat order."
Her voice was crisp and decisive. The sharpness in her eyes left no room for doubt or challenge.
The first to step onto the podium was a pair of twin boys, remarkably similar in appearance.
Side by side, they walked with steady confidence.
"Hello, everyone! I'm Shi Mo. I'm Shi Mo's younger brother," said the younger one cheerfully.
"Hello, I'm Shi Mo, age seven and also Shi Mo's older brother," the older said calmly, his voice composed.
So it's the Shi brothers—Shi Mo and Shi Mo. Future core members of the Heaven Dou Imperial Battle Team.
Lin Feng was a little surprised.
"Seven years old? Shouldn't they be in second year already?"
"Who knows?" whispered others around him, eyes turning curiously to the brothers.
Then, the two activated their Martial Souls.
A green glow enveloped their bodies as a black tortoise shell appeared on their backs, forming a defense like a fortress wall.
Suddenly—
A yellow soul ring rose beneath Shi Mo's feet.
A soul ring? He's already a Soul Master?
With pride on his face, Shi Mo spoke:
"Martial Soul—Black Tortoise. Level 12 Defense-type Battle Soul Master."
Gasps of astonishment echoed through the classroom.
"He's already a Soul Master before even starting school?"
"That's insane!"
Once the noise quieted down, Shi Mo smiled with satisfaction and explained:
"Our family arranged for me to enter school a year late so I could attend together with my brother."
Everyone nodded in understanding.
"Not bad for a seven-year-old Soul Master," Bing Yujie remarked calmly. "Next."
A boy with a rough face and coarse skin stepped forward.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Wang Lei of the Tian Dou City Wang Clan. My father is Marquis Wang Ben."
"My Martial Soul—Berserk Giant Bear. Innate soul power: Rank 7. Strength-type."
Wang Lei raised his chin high and looked at the class with disdain.
"Next."
Bing Yujie's expression didn't change. She gave him a calm glance and motioned for him to step down.
Even as he returned to his seat, Wang Lei puffed his chest with arrogance, eyes sweeping over the crowd condescendingly.
"Hello, everyone…"
At that moment, a slim, cold-looking girl took the stage, drawing Lin Feng's attention.
"Hello, I'm Ye Lingling."
"Martial Soul—Nine-Heart Begonia. Innate soul power: Rank 7. Support-type."
Ye Lingling?
The Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul!
Lin Feng's heart leapt.
He hadn't expected this at all. Along with Dugu Yan—whom he'd already met—the Shi brothers and Ye Lingling were all in the same class as him.
This luck was unreal.
Soon it was Dugu Yan's turn.
"Hello, I'm Dugu Yan."
"Martial Soul—Jade Phosphor Serpent. Innate soul power: Rank 8. Control-type."
Perhaps due to growing up alone with her grandfather, the Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, her gaze held pride—but also a trace of cold detachment.
One by one, the rest of the students completed their introductions.
Finally, Bing Yujie gave a brief rundown of the academy's rules and dismissed the class early.
Lin Feng had originally planned to find a chance to approach Dugu Yan after class.
After all, when opportunity lands in your lap, how can you not take a bite?
Coincidentally, Dugu Yan, who sat beside him, seemed to be fiddling with something and hadn't left yet.
So Lin Feng took the initiative.
"Dugu Yan, want to walk around the academy together?"
She gave him a sidelong glance, eyes cool.
Lin Feng's hair was dark, short, and sleek, his narrow black eyes sharp, and his facial features sculpted and clean. To her surprise, he actually checked most of her boxes.
Not bad-looking at all. And with a decent aura too.
After a moment of thought, Dugu Yan agreed.
"Alright, Lin Feng."
"But wait until I finish painting my nails."
Looking closer, Lin Feng realized she hadn't left because she was still fussing over her emerald-green nails.
He smiled inwardly.
So… she didn't hate him. That was promising.
It meant the plan he had been considering now had real potential.
This opportunity had landed squarely in front of him.
If he didn't seize it, he'd be letting down the Supreme Luck trait.
Just as he waited…
Suddenly, several figures stepped in front of him—led by none other than Wang Lei, son of the marquis.
Wang Lei's expression was full of mockery.
"Lin Feng, you're just a nobody—a mere count's son with pathetic Rank 5 innate soul power."
"What gives you the right to invite Miss Yan anywhere?"
"Seriously, take a good look at yourself. You think you're worthy?"
He scoffed.
Lin Feng was taken aback. What the hell?
"Excuse me, do I know you?"
"Watch your mouth. Who are you calling trash?"
Lin Feng replied bluntly.
Wang Lei puffed out his chest, pointing a finger right at Lin Feng's nose.
"I'm talking about you, so what?"
"I've got Rank 7 innate soul power."
"My father is Marquis Wang Ben—you know him?"
He even gave a smug smile after saying it.
In his mind, Dugu Yan was the granddaughter of a Titled Douluo.
If he could win her over, his future would be set.
Turning back to reality, Wang Lei put on a sycophantic grin and turned to Dugu Yan.
"Miss Yan, why don't I show you around the academy?"
"I've visited a few times with my father so I know the place well."