Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
Inside the villa.
Gu Feng sat cross-legged, his entire body exuding an eerie aura, tinged with a strange and mysterious energy.
Beside him floated a noble and dignified soul, none other than Electrolux.
"Little Fengzi, don't give up. Although the Weakness Curse and Soul Impact are still difficult for you to master at this stage, once you succeed, your strength will increase exponentially."
Gu Feng gritted his teeth and persevered: "Don't worry, Old Yi, I won't give up."
As he spoke, he focused his gaze once more, attempting to use Soul Impact.
After hundreds of attempts, this time, he finally didn't come up empty-handed.
The frog on the table suddenly kicked its legs, flipped over with its belly up, and began foaming at the mouth.
"I did it!" Gu Feng's face lit up with joy.
Only heaven knew what he had gone through to practice Undead Magic.
Just the beginner-level Curse Magic and Soul Impact had already exhausted him, pushing his mental strength to its limits, especially since he didn't possess a mental-type Martial Soul.
During this period, Gu Feng had poured almost all his energy into practicing Soul Impact, neglecting everything else.
Like an ascetic monk, he stayed holed up in his room, dedicating himself to cultivation.
If it weren't for Shana bringing him three meals a day on time, he might have completely lost track of time.
The only silver lining was that he had now mastered Soul Impact, giving him more techniques to use against his opponents.
He could even subdue his enemies without a fight.
"Finally, I've finished practicing. Next up is Curse Magic. Old Yi, this shouldn't be too hard, right?"
"Hmm, it's not difficult, especially since you've already mastered Soul Impact."
"Alright, let's get started!"
...
Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.
Class 3 of the new students.
In the corner by the window.
Bai Chenxiang lay listlessly on her desk, her face filled with helplessness as she began to complain: "Ah, only now do I realize how boring it is without Gu Feng around. Shana, do you know when Gu Feng will be back for class?"
Beside her, Ye Lingling covered her mouth and chuckled softly: "Xiang Xiang, even if Gu Feng comes back, he might not recognize the new you."
Ye Lingling's words were not far from the truth. Since Bai Chenxiang's Martial Soul had evolved, her entire demeanor had undergone a dramatic transformation.
Not to mention, she had switched back from wearing men's clothes to women's attire. Apart from her golden hair and a slight resemblance in her features, she was almost unrecognizable from her former self.
Shana gently shook her head: "Shana doesn't know when the young master will return to class."
At that moment, Ye Lingling seemed to remember something important and said, "By the way, there's a practical combat class this afternoon. Are you two going?"
The practical combat class was a great opportunity to test one's strength, a stage for new students to showcase their abilities, and a chance to earn academy resources.
"Of course I'm going! I'm completely different now, hehehe, but I owe it all to Gu Feng."
At the mention of the practical combat class, Bai Chenxiang instantly perked up, her lips curling into a confident smile.
If it weren't for Gu Feng giving her the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, she wouldn't have been able to achieve her Martial Soul evolution and significantly boost her strength.
Suddenly, Shana raised her index finger to her lips, signaling for the two to be quiet: "Shh—"
At that moment, homeroom Teacher Xu San walked briskly into the classroom. He clapped his hands with a kind smile, signaling for everyone to quiet down before speaking cheerfully, "Good morning, everyone! Today, I have both good news and bad news to share. Which would you like to hear first?"
"Good news, of course!" the students chorused unanimously.
Rather than enduring bad news first and then finding solace in good news, everyone clearly preferred to embrace joy upfront.
"The good news is, we have a new classmate joining us today. Let's give him a warm welcome!"
As soon as Teacher Xu San finished speaking, scattered applause broke out in the classroom.
After the obligatory clapping, everyone turned their expectant gazes toward the door.
Tailong strode confidently into the room.
Bai Chenxiang frowned and muttered under her breath, "Why won't this guy just disappear?"
"What's wrong?" Ye Lingling asked, confused.
"Nothing, it's nothing," Bai Chenxiang shook her head slightly, unwilling to escalate the matter or involve her friend.
"Alright, class. The rest of the period is self-study time. Feel free to chat and get to know each other better."
To prevent the new student from feeling too constrained, Teacher Xu San decided to leave the classroom, giving everyone a relaxed atmosphere to mingle.
Seeing the teacher depart, Tailong's eyes immediately lit up with energy. He scanned the room and quickly spotted Bai Chenxiang.
However, instead of approaching her directly, he marched up to the podium and slammed his palm loudly on the desk, declaring arrogantly, "Listen up! I'm Tailong. Starting today, I'm the Chief of this class. Any objections?"
Tailong fully believed that with his age and imposing demeanor, he could at least easily gain the class's acceptance, if not outright intimidate these kids.
Hearing this, the students below were momentarily stunned, seemingly shocked by his audacity, before bursting into uproarious laughter.
"Hahahaha..." Waves of laughter filled the classroom.
"You? You think you're worthy?" one student mocked mercilessly.
"This is hilarious! Someone actually has a death wish!" another chimed in.
"Where did this country bumpkin come from, thinking he can be the boss? Try beating Big Brother Gu Feng first," a classmate retorted, invoking Gu Feng's name—the undisputed Chief of Freshman Class 3 in everyone's eyes.
The students fired off one comment after another, showing Tailong no respect whatsoever.
Tailong's face flushed crimson with humiliation. He hadn't expected such ruthless mockery and ridicule upon his arrival.
Back at Blue Tyrant Academy's junior division, he had been the genuine Chief of his freshman class, commanding attention wherever he went.
"I'm an eighteen-level Power Attack System Battle Soul Master! If any of you dare challenge me, let's fight it out. Whoever has the stronger fists gets to be Chief!" Tailong resorted to threats, hoping to intimidate his classmates with brute force.
Yet, even after his declaration, the jeering continued unabated.
"Stop joking. How old are you, still hanging around our freshman class?" a short-haired boy directly targeted Tailong's sore spot—his age.
"Do you really think we're afraid of you?"
Everyone present was a noble; they w
eren't about to be intimidated by his threats.
"Exactly, this guy seems to have a few screws loose," one classmate muttered under their breath, causing the surrounding students to snicker.