Chapter 6

What the hell! If you're here to warn me, then Teacher Zhou, you can relax— as long as you don't provoke me, I won't cause trouble in your class.

You…

Zhou Yi seemed to want to reprimand Chen Qiye, but then she thought of something? She forcibly swallowed her anger.

Fine, but Chen Qiye, remember, as a teacher I must have the respect due to me…

Zhou Yi ignored Chen Qiye's reaction and began her self-introduction.

My name is Zhou Yi, I am your homeroom teacher.

……

Gu Yue nudged Chen Qiye with her elbow.

Hey!

What's up! Chen Qiye looked at Gu Yue.

What's your relationship with that old hag? Even the teachers of Shrek Academy don't dare mess with you.

Hi, nothing much, you just need to remember I'm a little devil who causes chaos; there aren't many things that can scare me.

Tch, anyone can talk big; I don't even know how strong you are.

You look unconvinced, so after class let's test the depth of my strength.

Fine, if I beat you so you can't get out of bed, don't cry." Gu Yue gave Chen Qiye a contemptuous glance, "Rest assured, it'll be you who can't get out of bed; I'll get the teacher to give you a leave of absence when that happens."

Even though Chen Qiye knew the person before him was the Silver Dragon King, he wasn't afraid; as Jingliu said of the sword cultivator's path, one can lose but must not retreat one's fighting spirit—if one fears the enemy and loses first, then the sword cultivator's path won't go far.

Gu Yue herself didn't know why she was angry at a person's child, but she couldn't help wanting to press Chen Qiye beneath her—a throbbing impulse from her bloodline.

……

Soon after Zhou Yi put forward her demands, the students' faces showed indignation; they were elites handpicked from various continental powers, the best among their peers, never having been so belittled before.

In the eyes of their elders, they had always been absolute geniuses, but in Teacher Zhou's mouth, they all became trash and garbage.

Their proud hearts instantly felt a huge sense of disparity.

Chen Qiye will be the class monitor from now on; I hope you can play an active leading role.

Only then did Zhou Yi notice Chen Qiye, her tone carrying an air of not to be questioned.

Ah, me.

Chen Qiye pointed at himself, then hastily waved his hands, "No way, Teacher Zhou, you know I'm not cut out to manage people—I'm better off being managed."

This matter is settled like this; if you're unwilling, I don't advise you to go look for that person." Zhou Yi said firmly.

Forget it, forget it; Teacher Zhou, it's just a small matter—no need to bother Sister Le Xuan.

Hearing Zhou Yi say that, Chen Qiye quickly agreed, after all, that person is one of the few he fears.

The position of class monitor, for these students who considered themselves supremely talented, was originally something they all aspired to.

But unexpectedly, Zhou Yi didn't even take the time to understand them before directly assigning it, giving off a strong whiff of behind-the-scenes maneuvering.

Teacher, I refuse—why should he be class monitor!" a student stood up and said angrily, a sentiment echoed by the other students.

If you're dissatisfied, you can get lost immediately; as homeroom teacher I have the authority to appoint whoever I want as class monitor, and also the power to expel students.

Zhou Yi said in a hoarse voice.

A terrifying aura burst from her, two yellow, two purple, two black soul rings—the standard optimal configuration—rose from her feet; the powerful soul power fluctuations oppressed every student with a feeling of suffocation. The student who had just objected instantly went speechless, never daring to utter another word.

Even so, Wang Dong still looked at Chen Qiye with an unconvinced expression.

From the moment she walked in and saw Chen Qiye, she was shocked by his appearance.

This was the first time, since she started cross-dressing as a male, that she had seen a boy more handsome than herself; driven by her strong competitive spirit, she naturally felt unwilling to accept it.

Even if Wang Dong admitted Chen Qiye was handsome, she didn't believe his abilities surpassed hers.

In a world where strength represents status, to truly win over others, one must possess sufficient strength.

Huo Yuhao, on the other hand, had no opinion; he didn't care who became class monitor.

I know you're still unconvinced in your hearts; don't accuse me of throwing my weight around. Today I'll let this bunch of self-proclaimed genius brats see what a true genius is. Xiao Ye, introduce yourself and show your martial soul!

Zhou Yi said calmly; actually, upon learning that Chen Qiye would join her class, she had the idea of using him to spur the other students.

What I said earlier was merely to lay the groundwork for this.

"You've already released your soul rings, yet you claim you're not throwing your weight around!" This is what most of the students in the classroom were thinking, though none dared to say it out loud. In fact, a few minutes later Chen Qiye gave them a proper lesson.

He could roughly guess Zhou Yi's intention, and cooperatively began his self-introduction.

Chen Qiye, eleven years and nine months old, martial soul: Disjoining Sword, rank thirty-six Assault System Battle Soul Master!" Chen Qiye said in a flat tone, as if it were the most ordinary thing.

Although they hadn't yet divided into specializations, Chen Qiye had long since decided his future path.

Even though the crowd had just been dissatisfied, they were still shocked by Chen Qiye's soul power level—thirty-six.

Gaining about two ranks per year may seem slow, but for Chen Qiye it's actually quite fast.

His martial soul's attribute far surpasses that of an extreme martial soul, causing his cultivation to be much slower than that of a typical extreme martial soul; however, gaining about two ranks per year is not slow for such an extreme martial soul.

But it's not just his soul power level; what Han Da Pu and the others know by common sense is Chen Qiye's martial soul.

A sudden burst of icy, chilling aura erupted from Chen Qiye's body, making the classroom feel like an ice cellar. As his soul power moved, the Disjoining Sword circled around him, emitting a faint chill.

Everyone in the room except Chen Qiye and Zhou Yi stared blankly, shocked into a stupor.

Leaving aside never having seen such a sword martial soul before, just those three soul rings—two purple and one black—made the crowd feel dizzy.

The maximum endurance of the first soul ring is about five hundred years, common knowledge known to virtually every Soul Master.

But now, Chen Qiye has two thousand-year soul rings and a ten-thousand-year red one—what's going on?

Everyone's worldview seemed to collapse in an instant.

What exactly is Chen Qiye's martial soul, and why does it emit such an icy aura?

Gu Yue stared at Chen Qiye, shocked; even the gods in his memory couldn't achieve such an extreme ice attribute.

But this is merely for a mortal; if Chen Qiye were to ascend to the divine level, his achievements would surely not be inferior to a first-rank god.

"But that dragon's roar, where did it come from?" Gu Yue thought

Huo Yuhao gazed at the brilliantly radiant Chen Qiye, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes, while simultaneously strengthening his resolve to become stronger

If talent is lacking, make up for it with diligence; believing that one day he too will shine like Chen Qiye does now

But he didn't realize that the peerlessly talented Chen Qiye was also nothing but a madman's painstaking cultivation; however, Huo Yuhao didn't know that the brilliance of an era can only be shrouded by a single person, for first place is forever unique—no matter how hard one strives, it's impossible to radiate light like the first

(End of chapter)