Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Three months have passed.

For a period of time, things were calm, and Xu Sanshi didn't act up in front of Zhang Mo. The new students were also working hard to prepare for the freshman assessment, and Class 1 of Grade 4 was gradually transforming under Zhang Mo's leadership. Zhang Mo's soul power also broke through to level 34.

Under Zhang Mo's tutelage, the students of Class 1, Grade 4, underwent a qualitative leap. They became more humble, and their win rate in the Soul Arena skyrocketed. This effect even alarmed the higher-ups of the Sea God Pavilion, as it overlapped somewhat with the academy's plan for extreme individual combat. No one in the academy's faculty and staff any longer looked down on Zhang Mo because of his Soul Power level. The Sea God Pavilion even decided that if the class taught by Zhang Mo achieved a good rate of students entering the Inner Academy, they would specially approve Zhang Mo's promotion to the position of Elder of the Sea God Pavilion.

When Zhang Mo heard the high-level decision from Wang Yan, he didn't react much, maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor. Aside from teaching, Zhang Mo would occasionally gaze absently at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

So a new rumor has been added about Zhang Mo: he has broken up with his girlfriend.

However, Zhang Mo himself remained unmoved by the rumor, which made it even more credible among the students.

Because a heartbroken man looks like a dead person.

"Alright, that concludes today's lesson."

"These next few days are the freshman assessments, and I'll be proctoring them. While I'm gone, you all should focus on your studies."

"If I find out anyone who is supposed to come to class but doesn't, I don't need to say what will happen to them."

"get out of class dismissed."

Zhang Mo, clutching his books and pinching his eye sockets, walked out of the teaching building.

Three months have passed, and there has been no progress in finding a way to defeat the God King. Although unwilling to accept this reality, one must possess equal power to contend with the God King Tang.

But this creates a vicious cycle: only by becoming a god can one fight against him, but if there is an opportunity to become a god, he will notice.

As for Huo Yuhao, there was no progress either. Apart from the occasional nodding acquaintance, there was nothing else. Whenever I went to buy grilled fish, that guy Bei Bei would stand next to me and stare at me intently.

Everything's going wrong...

Perhaps it was because he had been thinking about it all day, but as soon as Zhang Mo stepped out of the teaching building, he saw Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and...

That's... Xiao Xiao?

It's no wonder Zhang couldn't tell. Xiao Xiao was the kind of ordinary little girl you wouldn't notice in a crowd. If you really had to say what made her different from other girls, it would probably be her delicate and refined temperament.

Who would have thought that such an ordinary girl would possess two top-tier weapon spirits?

The Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron and the Nine Phoenixes' Auspicious Flute.

This is the awe-inspiring aspect of weapon spirits to the human civilization of the Douluo Continent. They transcend bloodlines and lineages, suddenly bestowing themselves upon some ordinary person.

Xiao Xiao is the best example.

Huo Yuhao naturally saw the deputy director he always seemed to run into, nodded in greeting, and then left.

Later, Xiao Xiao was taken in as a disciple by Elder Xuan, haha. What could that old geezer Elder Xuan, who cultivates beast martial spirits, possibly teach? In the end, all he taught her was how to use a cauldron to smash people. I might as well have taught her.

Sometimes, a thought that comes out of nowhere can grow bigger and bigger. Zhang Mo felt more and more that teaching Xiao Xiao was becoming increasingly promising.

Perhaps they will become my help in the future. Thinking of this, Zhang Mo felt a little better.

……

Soon, the new student assessment began.

Zhang Mo yawned as he surveyed each area.

This morning, Director Du Weilun held a meeting with the teachers first. Because Zhang Mo's soul power level was too low, he was not allowed to go on the field as a referee.

"You're not even as strong as some of the top students in terms of soul power. Go and inspect the exam hall."

These are Director Du Weilun's original words. So Zhang Mo is currently inspecting the examination room, responsible for collecting data on students with outstanding performance, and finally summarizing and deciding whether to recruit them as core disciples.

Three months have passed, and Zhang Mo has already figured out a general pattern to the development of this world.

If his influence on the plot is limited, the plot will probably correct itself. For example, on the first day of school, he brought Jiang Nannan back to his office, which prevented Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi from going to the Soul Arena that day.

However, if he changes someone's thoughts or perceptions, the plot will be irreversibly affected. For example, if he knows Bei Bei's true identity and Bei Bei is now closely monitoring him, his relationship with Yu Hao will be delayed.

So as long as he slacks off here, the competition results shouldn't be affected. He can just report it to those core disciples later.

Zhang Mo was naturally going to watch Huo Yuhao's match now.

He quickly found Huo Yuhao's competition venue, and also...

...Wang Yan.

"Teacher Zhang, over here!" Wang Yan, despite his advanced age, waved excitedly to Zhang Mo like a young man.

Zhang Mo sighed helplessly and walked towards Wang Yan's side.

"Teacher Zhang, look at that student! Her beast spirit is incredibly beautiful and powerful—it's quite rare, isn't it?" Wang Yan excitedly introduced Wang Dong's spirit to Zhang Mo.

Listening to Wang Yan introduce Wang Dong, Zhang Mo almost fainted. But Wang Yan was so enthusiastic and had been very kind to him since they met, so Zhang Mo could only nod frequently in response.

But Wang Yan, who had worked at Shrek Academy for many years, was no fool. He discovered that Zhang Mo was not interested in the Soul Master of the Goddess of Light Butterfly Martial Soul.

He followed Zhang Mo's gaze. Could it be that little girl with the weapon spirit? But no, that doesn't seem right. Could it be that classmate with the ten-year spirit ring?

Three months later, Wang Yan also learned that Zhang Mo's teaching work in Class 4-1 was going very smoothly, and he even put forward many new but powerful Soul Master theories at the teachers' meeting.

Therefore, he was very curious about what it was about that kid with a ten-year soul ring that was so attractive to Zhang Mo.

Gradually, he also noticed Huo Yuhao's difference.

Why is this powerful team centered around a Soul Master who only has one ten-year Soul Ring?

Seeing Wang Yan observing Huo Yuhao intently with a focused gaze, Zhang Mo smiled faintly.

The match ended quickly.

"So the first round of the freshmen assessment is over. I need to go report to Director Du now. I'll be going now." Zhang Mo said goodbye to Wang Yan and left the competition venue.

He ran non-stop to Director Du's office.

Zhang Mo ran up, breathless, and finally arrived at Director Du's office. He knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Zhang Mo pushed open the door and entered, and a bright red color appeared before his eyes.

Ma Xiaotao?

Ma Xiaotao didn't have a good impression of Zhang Mo, so she didn't even look at him properly. Zhang Mo didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he handed over the student information he had seen and heard that day to Director Du Weilun in a businesslike manner.

"Okay..." Before Du Weilun could pick it up and examine it closely, Ma Xiaotao flashed to Du Weilun's side and preemptively looked at the students' information.

"Useless, useless, useless." Ma Xiaotao quickly flipped through the information Zhang Mo had recorded about the students who were qualified to become core disciples, but clearly none of them caught his eye.

"How come there's one with only a ten-year spirit ring?"