Hearing this, Long Hengxu recalled what he had heard yesterday as he looked at Mo Ji Wu’s file.
Yi Yingluo had indeed requested him for her Class 1.
It was true that Yi Yingluo was arrogant and proud, but she was also a genuinely strong teacher, one of the strongest among the Middle Academy teachers—at least before Wu Zhangkong was transferred from the Advanced Academy to the Middle Academy.
He had also received a report about a child staying with Wu Zhangkong over the past week, but hadn’t paid it much attention.
Now, however, he had to admit that anything Wu Zhangkong did, mysterious as he was, deserved focus.
And while he was concentrating, he heard a woman shout, “How insolent!
How dare you speak to a teacher like that?!” It was indeed Yi Yingluo, her face twisted with anger and shame after her scheme was exposed and thrown out into the open plaza.
Mo Ji Wu didn’t even glance at her.
He continued watching Long Hengxu only, since he was the Headmaster of the Middle Academy, meaning he had the final say in everything.
He also didn’t look at Wu Zhangkong.
With his cold personality but warm heart, Wu Zhangkong would intervene if trouble broke out, but he would leave Mo Ji Wu to handle this himself now, since in his view this counted as character training.
“Hmph, as a teacher I’ll do my duty and discipline you, you insolent brat.” Yi Yingluo gritted her teeth and prepared to step toward Mo Ji Wu.
He finally turned to her after she said that.
A deep purple glow flickered across his skin like veins, along with his soul ring, but it fluctuated strangely, not like normal.
His eyes also shone with a deeper, bluer light than usual.
Wu Zhangkong was shocked.
He’d never seen this appearance from Mo Ji Wu before and prepared to intervene immediately, but he heard Long Hengxu roar, “Yi Yingluo, enough!
Isn’t what’s already been said enough?
Do you want to ruin your reputation even more by attacking a student?!
Fine.
Take your class and leave.
Mo Ji Wu, you can go to Class 5 like you want.
That’s it.
Every teacher, take your class now!” Hearing this, Mo Ji Wu’s body calmed.
He turned and walked back toward Tang Wulin and the rest of Class 5 without saying a word to the grown child who was still fuming.
But because Long Hengxu intervened, she said nothing and snorted before leaving with her class.
Tang Wulin, Yun Xiao, and Chu Shangxi were about to say something, but at a slight gesture from Mo Ji Wu they suddenly went silent, feeling the atmosphere around them.
They turned to find the young teacher had already arrived before them.
And he was indeed very handsome!
Even though Tang Wulin, Xie, and Mo Ji Wu were handsome, they were still children in the end!
Even the handsome little boy still had some feminine features because his body hadn’t finished growing.
But the teacher was truly an adult man, 1.9 meters tall, with long, slender arms and a slightly narrow waist that suited his balanced physique.
His white clothes, especially his trousers that showed off his long legs, made him look slim.
Combined with his bright eyes, nose, and thin lips, it gave an impression of height and intelligence.
Silver-blue hair fell to the back of his head.
Random gusts of wind caught strands of his blue hair and pinned them at his waist, confirming its length.
The color of his pupils was a smoky green, matching his silver-blue hair perfectly and giving off a strange mood.
His face was expressionless, and his gaze was so icy it made you doubt he’d even been present for the problem he’d just been part of.
Xie Xie watched from the side, arrogant as ever, and had to admit the teacher was handsome.
“Come with me!” the young teacher said before them in a cold voice with terse words, but none of the new students had the guts to disobey those orders.
“The teacher seems strong.” Chu Shangxi and Yun Xiao whispered in fear and curiosity at the same time.
The stronger the teacher, the more precise and better the teaching.
Then they glanced at Mo Ji Wu, who had made a scene for the sake of this teacher even at the cost of joining the worst class in Year 1.
Mo Ji Wu said nothing and walked beside Tang Wulin, with Xie beside him too despite the fight they’d had earlier.
In the end they were still children and stuck with those they knew.
Wu Zhangkong’s icy aura helped keep the students calm, which pleased Mo Ji Wu.
After walking a bit, Class 5 finally reached the Middle Division teaching building.
Class 5 was on the ground floor, so no one climbed stairs, while Class 1 and 2 went up because of their size.
Besides the teacher’s desk and podium, the classroom had thirty desks and chairs for students, but only 21 were occupied.
“To your seats, all of you.” They heard the teacher’s cold voice again.
Mo Ji Wu waited and saw where Tang Wulin sat before sitting in front of him.
Because of his height, he chose to sit at the far right in the middle so he wouldn’t block the view of those behind him if he sat in the center.
Xie Xie sat without thinking beside Tang Wulin, with Yun Xiao and Chu Shangxi behind them, gathering the four dorm roommates together again.
Once everyone was seated, only Wu Zhangkong remained standing on the podium, scanning every student’s face one by one as if memorizing them, pausing briefly on Mo Ji Wu and those behind him.
Knowing Mo Ji Wu, he’d never sit randomly.
“My name is Wu Zhangkong.” Wu Zhangkong announced his name in a resonant voice that shook the students’ souls, but it didn’t spread outside the classroom to cause disturbance.
“For the next six years you will be under my guardianship as your teacher.
You can all ignore what Headmaster Long Hengxu said earlier at the opening ceremony.
Even if you’re trash, I’ll make you the best if you have the spirit to endure and don’t quit because of hardship.” His powerful, arrogant declaration was attractive to these children, who were overwhelmed with sadness from being called trash and thrown into the worst class.
It brought some life back to them.
“Let’s begin.
Each of you will stand and introduce yourself: your martial soul, your rank, your dreams, and what you aspire to in the future.
We’ll start with you!” Then he pointed to the row on the far right where Mo Ji Wu and the others were.
Because of the gesture, everyone looked at them and remembered how one of them had fought to get into their trash class.
Everyone turned to him.
Of course, Mo Ji Wu was too lazy to start any activity and preferred to watch with amusement and avoid boredom.
To their disappointment, Mo Ji Wu said nothing.
Because of the watchful silence, Yun Xiao stood up and began introducing himself.
*His introduction:* “Hello everyone, my name is Yun Xiao.
My martial soul is an Astrolabe, and my soul power is at Rank 12.
My goal is to become an Intelligence-type Battle Soul Master.” Of course, since Yun Xiao had earned the title “Mastermind” for his quick thinking, it made sense for that to be his ambition.
He started and finished his introduction gracefully, though there was a hint of trembling in his voice.
Tang Wulin stood after him for a simple reason: he felt Mo Ji Wu’s gaze on him.
But after standing, he understood why Yun Xiao’s voice had trembled earlier—the reason was Teacher Wu’s piercing gaze, which made him feel like the man was looking straight into his soul.
“My name is Tang Wulin.
My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, soul power Rank 11.
My ambition…” Tang Wulin paused and couldn’t find anything he could call a real ambition.
Everything in his life so far hadn’t given him true motivation.
But under Mo Ji Wu’s dead stare, he remembered his words at the opening ceremony and his father’s words that only strength is the ultimate support in this world, and said, “My ambition is to be the strongest.” “As expected from trash martial soul, even the ambition is unrealistic.” Mockery came from a group of students in the class.
In reality, even if Tang Wulin said he had no ambition, their response was as expected—trash martial soul, no ambition.
In the end they were children, especially those with differences who liked to discriminate and bully if they found a reason, especially if their own character was trash.
Whoosh!
A piece of chalk flew fast like a bullet and entered the mouth of the child who spoke, going deep into his throat and making him cough violently as if he was about to vomit.
The one who threw the chalk was Teacher Wu, who said, “There is no trash martial soul in this world.
There are only trash soul masters.
So what if it’s Blue Silver Grass?
Why don’t you look at yourself, you who were thrown into Class 5, before mocking others?
As for you, good ambition and good soul.
Don’t let words stop you from your dreams.” Teacher Wu’s response made Tang Wulin feel goodwill toward him.
After Mo Ji Wu, Teacher Wu was the second person who didn’t mock his martial soul or scorn his seemingly unrealistic dream.
Even after he said “the strongest,” he felt some embarrassment—just a trash martial soul like his wanting to be the strongest?
But he’d been met with approval.
“Continue!” Wu Zhangkong said after the coughing subsided.
“I’m Chu Shangxi.
Martial soul is Great Ape, soul power Rank 11.
My goal is to become a Strength-type Battle Soul Master.” Chu Shangxi said, and suddenly everyone looked at him with fear.
…
“Xie Xie, martial soul is Dragon Light Dagger, soul power at Rank 18, an Agility-type Battle Soul Master.” The class was stunned and a light murmur spread after Xie said his soul power was at Rank 18.
That meant he was only two ranks away from promotion, which meant he’d reach Great Soul Master at age nine!
With this he’d have a chance to reach Soul Elder at age twelve or thirteen!
What talent!
This was talent!
Up to now, Xie had the highest rank, with Yun Xiao second at Rank 12, while everyone else was at Rank 11 with various martial souls, none of which were truly famous or considered strong, showing why they’d been thrown into Class 5 so casually.
Unfortunately, each of them told themselves they were still better than Tang Wulin’s Blue Silver Grass, and sadly that was true.
After Xie, the rest continued until only Mo Ji Wu was left, who hadn’t announced anything.
Teacher Wu and the rest of the class turned to him curiously, so he stood slowly, thought for a moment, then said, “I’m Mo Ji Wu.
My martial soul is my eyes.
Rank 12.
My goal is to revive my dead wife, or kill myself.
Either works.” Then he sat down.
But no sound came after his words, and even Teacher Wu was stunned for a few seconds at what he’d just heard.
He knew Mo Ji Wu had secrets and an unknown background, but he’d just heard he wanted to revive his wife?
Kill himself?
How old was he to even have a wife, let alone a dead one?
“Hmph, good at pretending.” Xie sneered, trying to look arrogant and uncaring, but his eyes kept drifting to Mo Ji Wu every few seconds.
Tang Wulin and the others said nothing.
What was said just now was beyond children’s ability to analyze or understand the truth behind it.
They thought he was joking or trying to look cool somehow.
Only Wu Zhangkong didn’t take it as a joke.
He looked at those eyes and remembered Mo Ji Wu’s strange attitude when he mentioned revival days ago.
But what made it a bit incomprehensible was the word “wife.” If he’d said mother it would’ve made more sense, but wife?
Strange for a child.
But Wu Zhangkong quickly changed the subject and didn’t let the children dwell on it.
“Classes will officially start tomorrow.
My teaching style is a little different from other teachers.
So if you’re afraid of pain, fatigue, or aches, change schools quickly or think of a way to change classes.
Those who stay should mentally prepare for torment.
That’s all for today.
You’re dismissed.” After saying that, Wu Zhangkong left the classroom and his thin figure disappeared.
As for Mo Ji Wu, he stated his goal today because he was in front of children he didn’t expect to believe him.
Second, to confirm to himself that he was already a dead man.