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One of the five teachers stepped forward and walked toward Class Five.
The new students were instantly stunned when they saw him.
This teacher was simply too handsome.
He stood over 1.9 meters tall, with a slender yet upright build. His lake-blue hair flowed down to his waist, his nose was sharply defined, his lips thin yet well-shaped, and his amber eyes shone with sharp brilliance.
His white attire accentuated an icy, aloof aura.
Su Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly. Seeing him in person truly lived up to the rumors, Wu Zhangkong was indeed very handsome.
Still, compared to himself, he was just a little inferior.
"Follow me."
Just three simple words sent a chill straight into the hearts of the students.
"Teacher seems really strong… just this aura alone…" one student whispered in awe.
That's not just an aura, Su Qiu thought silently.
Unlike the other freshmen, he realized the chill came from Wu Zhangkong's soul power, subtly pulling the students into his rhythm.
Su Qiu stirred his own soul power slightly, dispersing the cold sensation, then followed along with the others.
Class Five was located at the innermost section of the first floor, the farthest walk.
"Take your seats," Wu Zhangkong said coldly.
As usual, Su Qiu chose a seat by the window in the back row.
As he sat down, he glanced forward and noticed Zhou Changxi seated ahead of him. He immediately gave him a bright smile.
Zhou Changxi shivered when he noticed the smile, a bad premonition rising in his heart. Instinctively, he stood up to change seats, only to realize that everyone else had already taken their places.
The moment he stood, all eyes in the classroom turned toward him, including Wu Zhangkong's.
Under Wu Zhangkong's icy gaze, Zhou Changxi had no choice but to sit back down immediately.
Standing behind the podium, Wu Zhangkong swept his gaze across the class, and the previously noisy room fell silent at once.
"My name is Wu Zhangkong. I will be your teacher for the next six years."
"You don't need to think too much about the class assignment rules. Even if you are considered the weakest students, I will still train you into strong soul masters."
His cold, arrogant tone left the entire class stunned.
"Next, self-introductions. Name, martial soul, soul power level, and what kind of soul master you wish to become. Start from this row. One by one."
Direct and efficient, Wu Zhangkong disliked wasting time.
With a casual point, he indicated Su Qiu's row.
The first was Yun Xiao, who stood up nervously. "Hello, everyone. My name is Yun Xiao. My martial soul is Star Compass, level twelve. My goal is to become an intelligent support-type battle soul master." His voice trembled slightly, perhaps from nervousness.
Next came Tang Wulin.
"Tang Wulin. Martial soul: Blue Silver Grass. Soul power: level eleven. My goal is…" He paused. "I don't know."
He was genuinely unsure of what he wanted.
"A trash martial soul, huh? Makes sense. If I had a trash martial soul, I wouldn't know what to do either," a student mocked.
Whoosh!
Wu Zhangkong flicked a piece of chalk, which shot straight into the student's mouth.
As if alive, the chalk drilled inward, making the student gag uncontrollably.
"In this world, there are no useless martial souls, only useless people," Wu Zhangkong said coldly. "Before calling someone useless, look at yourself. You're all in the same class. Doesn't that make you useless too?"
No useless martial souls, only useless people?
Su Qiu felt that the Holy Sword within him didn't quite agree.
For the Holy Sword, as long as the wielder was human, even the most mediocre person could still soar.
That was the confidence of a Holy Sword wielder.
"Continue!" This time Wu Zhangkong infused his voice with soul power, and the entire class fell silent in fear.
"My name is Zhou Changxi. Martial soul: Mighty Ape. Soul power: level eleven. My goal is to become a strength-type battle soul master."
Then it was Su Qiu's turn. He stood up and introduced himself.
"Su Qiu. Martial soul: Sword of Promised Victory. Soul power: level thirty-two. My goal is to become a strong-attack-type battle soul master."
The moment the words "level thirty-two" were spoken, the entire class was shaken, gasps erupting everywhere. Even Wu Zhangkong's cold aura could not suppress the commotion.
Level thirty-two!
To them, that level felt impossibly distant, level thirty-two at nine years old!
They wouldn't even dare dream of such a thing.
And such a genius was in the same class as them? Was Class Five really the worst class?
Zhou Changxi immediately turned around, his face filled with horror.
"Level thirty-two…" Wu Zhangkong frowned slightly behind the podium.
With such talent, Su Qiu could easily enter Shrek Academy. Why had he been assigned to Class Five?
"Why were you placed in Class Five?" Wu Zhangkong voiced the question on everyone's mind.
"Teacher, I came here for you."
To fight you.
Su Qiu didn't say the latter part aloud.
Su Wuyan was simply too strong; comparing himself to opponents based on Su Wuyan's verbal estimates wasn't intuitive. For true geniuses, soul power level did not equal combat strength.
Since Wu Zhangkong was also at Eastsea Academy, Su Qiu planned to spar with this genius-level Soul Emperor to accurately gauge his own combat level.
"For me?" Wu Zhangkong looked surprised. He hadn't expected that answer. Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but he suppressed them without further questioning. There would be plenty of time later to find out.
The other students were equally curious. Had he come specifically for Teacher Wu Zhangkong? Did the teacher possess some extraordinary background?
"Next."
After all the students finished their introductions, Wu Zhangkong spoke again.
"Classes officially begin tomorrow. My teaching methods are different from other teachers. If you're afraid of hardship, exhaustion, or pain, find a way to transfer classes yourselves."
"Prepare yourselves. Class dismissed."
Wu Zhangkong turned and left.
The classroom instantly exploded with chatter. Some discussed their cold yet handsome teacher, but most were talking about Su Qiu, the level thirty-two prodigy.
With nothing else to do, Su Qiu also stood and left. Before going, he patted Zhou Changxi on the shoulder and casually said, "Remember to get along well with your classmates."
Zhou Changxi couldn't quite understand what he meant, but he etched the words deeply into his memory.
As Su Qiu passed Xie Xie, he noticed the boy seemed somewhat downcast, but he didn't pay much attention.
Just another genius who had been crushed by him. He had seen too many of those.
Besides, Xie Xie barely qualified as a genius, his ambitions were simply far greater than his ability.
After finding his three roommates, who had also finished class, they went to eat together and then returned to the dormitory.
Resting an arm on Zhang Yangzi's shoulder, Su Qiu asked, "Wei Xiaofeng didn't do anything bad in class, right?"
"I wouldn't dare, Brother Su," Wei Xiaofeng replied with a bitter smile before Zhang Yangzi could speak. "After your guidance, Brother Su, I've deeply realized my mistakes. From now on, I'll turn over a new leaf and behave properly!"
"Sigh, Xiaofeng, don't blame me for interfering too much," Su Qiu said with his twisted logic. "I'm worried you might fall into becoming an evil soul master. If that happens, I'd have no choice but to eliminate you myself."
"I'm doing this for your own good."
Wei Xiaofeng's lips twitched. I've only been a little arrogant, how did I become an evil soul master in your eyes?
Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi, standing nearby, didn't dare say a word. If anyone was more likely to become an evil soul master, wouldn't it be them, with their dark-attributed martial souls?
What they didn't know was that, in Su Qiu's view, whether someone became an evil soul master had nothing to do with their martial soul, only their actions.
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