Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Wearing a white and red uniform, the white top billowed as if it might burst at any moment. Her body curves formed a stunning S-shape, and the red skirt outlined her round and pert buttocks. It was hard to imagine how supple her voluptuous body was beneath the skirt. Her voice was delicate and alluring as she softly spoke:

"Class, please be quiet. This is a new student. Let's give him a round of applause."

Then the beautiful teacher took Sikong Zheng's arm and led him to the front of the stage. Male students were very rare in the academy.

The plant college is almost entirely female. Seeing that there isn't a single boy in the elite class except for myself, I'm quite happy. Ah, it's a feast for the eyes. Hmm, I've come to the right place. This teacher is very gentle.

Sikong Zheng shook his head, took a deep breath, and said expressionlessly:

"My name is Sikong Zheng. Nice to meet you all. Also, I want to join the Plant Team. Who's the captain?"

"What a big mouth! Who does he think he is? Sister Yao, you must teach him a lesson. Humph, what a stinky man."

She had an oval face, cherry lips, and long hair tied up with a white ribbon. There was a strand of hair on each side of her head. Her eyes were clear and bright, like thousands of stars, gathered together but not scattered, slowly flowing in her eye sockets. She had an outstanding temperament, like a proud female general.

Sikong Zheng glanced at it sideways, his mouth agape in slight amazement.

The person in front of you is simple and clean at first glance, without any blemishes, and seems like nothing special. But if you look at him a second time, you will see that he is heroic and upright, and very pleasing to the eye.

Sikong Zheng secretly admired her. Her face was as warm as the sun, her figure was slender and plump in just the right way, and her elegant swan neck gave him the feeling of wanting to give her a hickey. From her wrists to her thighs, she radiated a faint jade-like glow, and her slender waist could be encircled with one hand. What a lovely girl!

The female general seemed to notice that Sikong Zheng was looking at her. She returned his gaze with a stubborn look, unwilling to back down. Her fair cheeks puffed out, and she looked like a little frog, as if to say, "If you're not convinced, then talk back to me."

Holy crap, so cute! Sikong Zheng dared not look any longer and avoided his gaze. This was a cool and clean look that was completely different from that of a mature female teacher.

My dear girl, given your birth, what can I do? I'll ask your name another day.

Seeing that Sikong Zheng avoided her gaze, she chuckled, thinking she had won the eye-to-eye battle. She raised a joyful smile and stared intently at Sikong Zheng, looking just like a victorious female general.

At this moment, a mature woman with her arms crossed and an icy demeanor stood up, giving Sikong Zheng a dismissive glance:

"Yao Zi, I'm the captain. You can come to me anytime."

She was sparing with words, refusing to say another. The aloof and haughty woman didn't even glance at Sikong Zheng again, giving off an air of "keep away."

The other girls also looked at Sikong Zheng with curiosity, seemingly very interested in what would happen next.

"Hehe, Sikong Zheng, please return to your seat first," the beautiful teacher said with a light laugh, her arms crossed.

Plant Academy, training ground.

Amidst a large crowd of female students watching, the duel between Yao Zi, the captain of the Plant Team, and Sikong Zheng was taken in by Sikong Zheng's boastful words. They all wanted to see how strong this newcomer was.

In the Botanical Academy, Sikong Zheng was the youngest. Although not particularly handsome, he was still quite good-looking. To them, he was like an adorable younger brother, arousing their protective instincts like that of older sisters.

"Little brother, you've only just joined the academy and you already want to join a team? That's quite courageous."

"Little brother, keep it up! I believe in you! Hahaha, Sister Yao, please be gentle, don't hurt our little brother."

A multitude of beautiful women, some slender and others plump, covered their mouths and giggled, their lovely eyes teasing Sikong Zheng, creating a stunning scene. If other men were to see this, they would surely be so jealous that they would kill Sikong Zheng.

Clearly, Sikong Zheng had provoked a round of teasing from them, to which he could only laugh and cry at the same time.

"Alright, all of you, tone it down a bit," Yao Zi said lightly, shaking her head helplessly at her uninhibited sisters.

"Yao Zi, Martial Soul Crimson Flame Thorns, Captain of the Plant Team, Level 32 Battle Soul Venerable," a confident radiance appeared on her face as she uttered the words Battle Soul Venerable.

Three spirit rings, yellow, yellow, and yellow, appeared on Yao Zi, giving her the confidence to be the team leader.

Then, with a serious look in his eyes, he turned and stared indifferently at Sikong Zheng, speaking in a haughty, instructive tone:

"The Plant Team currently has five members, including myself as captain. Each one of them is a Great Soul Master of level 25 or above, an absolute genius with genuine combat abilities. You can't just join if you want to. And even after joining the team, it doesn't mean you can let yourself go. If you're surpassed by someone later, you might even be kicked out of the team. Do you understand? Now tell me, what level are you?"

Yao Zi looked at Sikong Zheng with satisfaction. The little boy in front of her was clearly a few years younger than her, at most just level 20, but definitely not level 25. Even she herself had only recently reached level 30. She admired Sikong Zheng for having goals and the courage to pursue them.

Sikong Zheng nodded and said without hesitation:

"Hmm, I think I'll skip the battle. I'm already level 45, so I should be able to join a team, right?"

With his current combat strength, even the Soul Master wouldn't be able to retaliate.

After Sikong Zheng finished speaking, the entire training ground fell silent.

After a moment of silence, a burst of laughter erupted, the laughter so loud it made everyone tremble and shake.

"Haha, little brother, you're so funny."

"Yes, yes, I didn't realize you were such a good storyteller, little brother. I admit, you've achieved your goal, hehe."

Upon hearing this, Yao Zi frowned, clearly believing that Sikong Zheng was exaggerating. However, she felt a sudden, inexplicable aversion; she had always disliked those who sought attention through boasting, and it was a pity that she still held a sliver of hope for this little boy.

Sikong Zheng originally wanted to join the team; she quite liked boys with such goals. Now, however, she was only annoyed and just wanted to end this boring farce as soon as possible.

Sikong Zheng shrugged. He knew this would happen. He stretched lazily, knowing he was about to put on a show again. Since they didn't believe him, he'd show them something real!

Sikong Zheng stood with one hand behind his back, lightly licking his silver teeth. His soul power circulated throughout his body, his aura sharp and fierce. He raised his head and sneered:

"Sikong Zheng, eleven years old, level forty-five Battle Soul Master, please give me your guidance."

The divine tree appeared in his right palm. As the light shone, four spirit rings rose domineeringly, especially the black spirit ring, which occupied the center position and firmly attracted the attention of the women. It was as if only this black color remained in the world, with nothing else.

The vast training ground was completely silent, but this time, the silence was more awe-inspiring than the previous silence.

The women covered their mouths, stopped laughing, and stared blankly at the black ten-thousand-year soul ring. For a moment, none of the lively women laughed or joked, because this was the fourth ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Finally, a girl couldn't help but break the silence, exclaiming in shock:

"Wow...wow, this is the fourth ring of the ten-thousand-year cycle! My God, how could this be? Am I seeing things?"

Coming to her senses, Yao Zi's gaze remained fixed on the ten-thousand-year-old soul ring, but she said with certainty:

"No, you're not mistaken, this is indeed a ten-thousand-year soul ring."

Yao Zi reluctantly looked away from the ten-thousand-year soul ring, pursed her lips, and looked at Sikong Zheng with a complicated expression.

"I...I didn't expect you to be so amazing, haha, hahaha."

"Yeah, that's amazing."

The women watched as Sikong Zheng forced a smile, addressing him with a respectful tone, his voice trembling. After all, he was a Soul Master younger than them, and his future achievements were destined to surpass theirs.

They didn't know Sikong Zheng's strength just now, and since he was younger than them, they subconsciously assumed that Sikong Zheng was a level 20 Great Soul Master, so they acted like older sisters and joked with him without restraint.

Now that they know Sikong Zheng is a Soul Master, they dare not make fun of him again without knowing his temperament.

People have a sense of awe towards the strong.

Moreover, they all believed that this young Soul Master must be from a powerful noble family, and definitely one of the core members of that family, or perhaps someone from a major power.

Just look at that black ten-thousand-year soul ring, that's the fourth ring of ten-thousand-year soul ring! They've never heard of anyone possessing it. This kind of configuration isn't something ordinary people can have; only large families could possibly have it.

In any case, they are definitely not people they can afford to offend. Most of them are just commoners and dare not provoke nobles.