"An Zhen, Ning Tian."
The boy and girl stood.
Mu Jin nodded approvingly, her gaze lingering on An Zhen—a hidden gem in her class.
"Effective immediately, they serve as class monitor and deputy. Ning Tian holds the highest cultivation in our class—a three-ringed Soul Elder. An Zhen ranks above her because two days ago, under supervision of a Titled Douluo, he defeated Xu Sanshi—one of the Shrek Academy Twin Stars."
Hiss—
Students gasped, staring at the golden pair standing side-by-side.
A sixth-year elite, one of the Twin Stars—undoubtedly exceptional.
"The academy upholds meritocracy. Challenge them if you believe you're stronger. But since Ning Tian is an auxiliary system Tool Soul Master, An Zhen will accept all challenges."
An Zhen raised his hand.
"Speak."
"Teacher, I'm also an auxiliary system Tool Soul Master."
Mu Jin: ?
The youthful teacher glanced at her roster, shocked to see "auxiliary system" indeed listed after An Zhen's name.
Classmates: ?
Auxiliary?
Since when can supports fight above their rank?
Ning Tian blinked, then recalled: A Titled Douluo-supervised duel couldn't be fake.
"But your Martial Soul possesses formidable combat power."
"It has greater auxiliary capabilities." An Zhen just wanted to laze in the back row.
"Your request…"
Mu Jin narrowed her eyes.
"I defer to your wisdom."
An Zhen knew his limits. As an obedient student, he'd follow orders.
"Then appointments are settled."
Mu Jin scanned the class. "Take time to acquaint yourselves. Collect study materials shortly. In one hour, assemble at the Combat Arena."
"Your admission files show scores—I need to assess practical combat skills for optimal grouping. This maximizes your chances in the three-month freshman assessment."
Sigh.
Once the teacher left, An Zhen flopped onto his desk.
Class monitor—such hassle…
"Monitor, your guidance is appreciated," the golden-haired girl teased, winking.
"Guidance? None to give."
The despondent voice turned heads. An Zhen spun toward Wu Feng—who'd been craning her neck to gauge his proximity to Ning Tian—making her jump. "Want to be monitor?"
Wu Feng's brewing anger stalled at his expectant look.
"I… N-no!"
She shook her head violently, crimson hair swirling like dancing flames. "I can't outrank my Young Mistress!"
"Ah, a noble lady." An Zhen glanced at Ning Tian.
"Formal introductions: Ning Tian of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. This is Wu Feng, my childhood sister. Her Martial Soul is Red Dragon." The golden-haired girl's poise was impeccable—every gesture exuded aristocratic grace.
"An Zhen. Martial Soul: World."
"World…"
The girls whispered.
Such a Martial Soul truly exists?!
Any term containing "world" implied immense power. But what kind? A pocket dimension? How does it manifest?
As sect heiress, Ning Tian understood Xu Sanshi's strength. Defeating him? A prodigy—no, a super-genius!
"Young Mistress of Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
An Zhen's eyes "lit up"—feigned interest.
"Surely you dislike subordination. Swap positions with me?"
The fiery redhead viewed An Zhen more favorably.
"Ability comes first."
Ning Tian smiled, declining gracefully.
But An Zhen needed no accolades on his record.
He'd rather play with beauties in his virtual world.
Class One was Zhou Yi's domain—transfer requests to Dean Du would likely fail. His current position resulted from Elder Xuan's attention. And Zhou Yi? Notoriously harsh to non-favorites. Unless… his third soul skill could pull them into his virtual world.
Currently Rank 24.
Rank 25 achievable tonight.
Born with innate full soul power, accelerated by his virtual world, supplemented by safe enhancement treasures since childhood—whale glue aplenty, courtesy of foster-grandfather Jing Hongchen.
"If only I had Soul Ascension Pills or immortal herbs…"
An Zhen craved a sugar mommy.
"You're daydreaming!"
Wu Feng scoffed behind him.
Immortal herbs were legends.
"Life's tough. Can't I dream beautifully?"
"Uh…"
Wu Feng paused—strangely logical.
Ning Tian's eyes reflected the napping boy, a thoughtful glimmer in her gaze.
⋯
Virtual World.
Create a cultivation clone.
Progress is progress.
"Thighs…"
Beneath school uniform trousers, shapely legs sheathed in skintight black latex curved with muscular definition.
Beast Martial Soul masters—especially dragon or bear types—underwent physical changes during soul activation. Wu Feng's Red Dragon likely emitted uncontrolled flames, unlike Ma Xiaotao or Liu Erlong. This latex suit probably contained the energy.
Impressive.
"Perfect pillow."
His view filled with latex-clad curves. The form-fitting black highlighted the girl's figure, lending mysterious allure to her fierce-yet-dense expression—simultaneously cute and sensual.
Do all fierce beast Martial Soul girls develop so well?
Ma Xiaotao, for example?
Remembering his petite blue-haired loli, An Zhen remained unworried. Potential remains.
His head rested on Wu Feng's thighs. Ning Tian sat atop his back in an elegant qipao, slender legs draped over him.
"Speaking of Yu Tong…"
Walls dissolved. An Zhen's gaze fell on the distant training field.
A tiny figure lagged behind the group, gasping as she ran. Sweat-drenched hair glistened like tears under the sun.
"Screening 'quality students,' hmm? No wonder your graduates have such high excellence rates."
⋯
An hour later, classmates watched their "napping" monitor stretch lazily.
"An Zhen."
A finger poked his back.
The fiery-eyed girl declared, "I challenge you."
"Accepted. Loser fulfills one reasonable request from the winner."
"Deal!"
Wu Feng wanted that seat swap.
(Two daily chapters totaling 5k words: noon and afternoon)
(End of Chapter)