Amidst his thoughts, Mu Jin, who was on the stage, began to speak. As her gaze swept across the crowd below, a faint smile appeared on her face when she saw Feng Piaoling.
"My name is Mu Jin, and I am your homeroom teacher. I believe some of the students below have already met me. I won't say much more than necessary."
"To ensure as many of you as possible pass the freshman assessment in three months, I will focus on improving your actual combat capabilities from here on out."
"Feng Piaoling, Ning Tian, Wu Feng, Nanmen Yun'er, and Zhu Lu will stay. Everyone else, go to the playground and wait for me."
After hearing her words, the students ran out of the classroom one by one.
In a short while, only the five of them remained in the room.
Mu Jin beckoned them forward with a gentle expression, and the five of them walked over together.
Looking at the four girls and one boy, Mu Jin nodded with satisfaction. "Excellent. This year, Class Nine has five students with soul power exceeding Rank 20, especially Feng Piaoling and Ning Tian, who have already promoted to Soul Ancestor. With the five of you joining, it's practically a sure thing that Class Nine will take first place in the freshman assessment this time."
Hearing this, Feng Piaoling's expression remained unchanged, while the other four couldn't help but look relaxed.
"Outstanding students are always entitled to special treatment." Mu Jin looked at Feng Piaoling and said, "What about it, Piaoling? Do you have any requests? Feel free to bring them up, and I will do my best to satisfy them."
"I want to go to the Mimicry Cultivation Field alone to complete my unfinished cultivation," Feng Piaoling said calmly.
"Go to the Mimicry Cultivation Field?" Mu Jin raised an eyebrow, and the other four also showed surprised expressions.
They had all come to Shrek Academy hoping to receive professional guidance from the teachers, yet Feng Piaoling was doing the opposite. Requesting to cultivate alone was truly a bit baffling.
"Very well, I agree. But on one condition: as long as you can defeat Ning Tian, Wu Feng, Zhu Lu, and Nanmen Yun'er while they work together—without hurting them—I will agree to your solo cultivation. Otherwise, you must obediently follow my arrangements."
With Ning Tian's support, Wu Feng, Zhu Lu, and Nanmen Yun'er could exert power no less than that of a Soul Ancestor. Facing three Soul Ancestors—two of whom were Agility Attack System Soul Masters—Feng Piaoling's situation was not optimistic.
Based on Feng Piaoling's previous battles against Dai Huabin and Xu Sanshi, he seemed to fear close-quarters combat. Once Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er got close, he would easily fall into a disadvantage.
In Mu Jin's view, winning without hurting them was far more difficult than defeating Dai Huabin and Xu Sanshi.
"Deal," Feng Piaoling agreed without a second thought.
This left the others completely shocked.
"Hey, Feng Piaoling, I admit you're strong, but wanting to defeat the four of us without hurting us... isn't that a bit too arrogant?" Wu Feng said defiantly.
Arguing with a madman makes you a fool; arguing with a fool makes you a madman; arguing with a woman makes you both. Feng Piaoling had no intention of debating with Wu Feng—she was essentially a fanatic. Arguing with her would only make him look stupid.
"To the Spirit Fighting Arena, then." As he spoke, he walked toward the arena.
"Let's go. Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll know once we take it out for a spin. Strength isn't spoken with the mouth; it's earned through fighting."
Mu Jin suddenly felt she had found a treasure. If Feng Piaoling truly could pull this off, then what did it matter if he cultivated alone? As long as he produced results, it would still count as her successful teaching.
Wu Feng, Ning Tian, Nanmen Yun'er, and Zhu Lu were instantly ignited with fighting spirit. The group left the classroom and headed for the Spirit Fighting Arena.
While passing the playground, Mu Jin had the Class Nine students gather. She planned to have them watch the fight together to inspire them in their cultivation.
Just then, a large group poured out of the Class One classroom and began running around the playground frantically.
"What are they doing?" Nanmen Yun'er asked in surprise.
It was Ning Tian, who had already assembled the students, who answered her. "It looks like they're running laps. I heard that old lady Zhou from Class One loves making students run with heavy weights. Anyone who doesn't finish within the time limit is expelled. For them, this is only the beginning of the pain."
Hearing this, Feng Piaoling finally spoke. "Using weighted running to filter out students with poor constitutions or those who are disobedient, just to cultivate 'monsters' who can already complete the tasks he assigns... what an utterly stupid and irresponsible teaching method."
Hearing this, Zhu Lu nodded silently, beginning to mourn in her heart for her new friends Wang Dong'er and Xiao Xiao.
Even Wu Feng didn't argue. "This really is quite disgusting."
In her understanding, while improving one's constitution was important in training a Soul Master, it was even more important to teach combat methods and control over one's own soul skills. This old woman spent every day making people run and then expelling those who couldn't keep up. This wasn't training Soul Masters; it was training obedient slaves.
A moment later, the students were assembled, and Mu Jin led the Class Nine crowd to the Spirit Fighting Arena. Looking at Class Nine, who didn't have to run laps, the Class One students couldn't have been more envious.
Not long after Class Nine left, Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin, who had been kept behind by Zhou Yi for fighting, walked out of the Class One classroom.
Huo Yuhao's face looked terrible—extremely, utterly terrible.
Two days ago, he had risked mental backlash to sneak-attack Feng Piaoling. As a result, not only did he fail to get the Profound Water Pill, but he was also given a major demerit by the school and nearly expelled, becoming an object of loathing for everyone in the outer court.
If that were all, it might have been fine. At the very least, his Spiritual Detection Sharing ability had been recognized by Zhou Yi. Yet he didn't expect that today, in the first class, Zhou Yi would keep behind anyone who had ever been in a fight. Naturally, only he and Dai Huabin had fought.
He had thought that after explaining the reason, Zhou Yi, as the homeroom teacher, would stand up for him. At the very least, she should have moved him or Dai Huabin to a different dorm. He didn't expect that Zhou Yi would take no action at all; instead, she praised their fighting behavior, calling them "promising."
This would undoubtedly make Dai Huabin even more lawless in the future.
Dai Huabin said with a smile, "Huo Yuhao, don't worry. In the future, this young master will definitely 'take good care' of you."
"You..." Huo Yuhao was so angry he wanted to vomit blood. But he didn't dare talk back, because he still couldn't beat Dai Huabin. If he dared to retort, he would surely face another thrashing once they returned to the dorm.
The entire freshman Class Nine arrived at the Spirit Fighting Arena. Mu Jin, perhaps because she had just won a soul bone, generously paid the fees required for the match. This would be a battle exclusive to Class Nine. Aside from the students of Class Nine, there were no other spectators.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Feng Piaoling. Some even privately started placing bets; after all, a one-on-four battle was unprecedented.
Soon, the distance between the two sides was stretched to a hundred meters.
Mu Jin stood in the center of the field, looking first at Feng Piaoling and then at Wu Feng, Zhu Lu, Nanmen Yun'er, and Ning Tian. Seeing both sides ready, she shouted, "Begin!"
Feng Piaoling was honestly too lazy to play house with these four. Under the astonished gazes of the Class Nine crowd, three soul rings—one yellow and two purple—rose from beneath his feet. His second soul ring glowed continuously.
Wu Feng and the others had just released their martial souls and hadn't even had time to move when four earthy-yellow talismans slapped onto their foreheads.
Immediately after, the surface of the earthy-yellow talismans burst with light. The bodies of Wu Feng and the other three sank uncontrollably into the arena floor, leaving only their heads exposed.
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