Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

Before anyone knew it, Wu Changkong had already silently stood in front of the podium.

White robes and blue swords, amidst icy snow and cold.

He showed no extra expression, simply standing on the podium.

The entire classroom seemed to be put on pause immediately.

That aura alone was enough to overwhelm the other students in the class.

Wu Changkong instantly attracted everyone's attention.

He gave a brief self-introduction, getting straight to the point without any unnecessary words.

"I am your homeroom teacher, and I also teach two courses: Martial Soul Basics and Soul Guidance Device Basics."

Today's theoretical foundation lesson will begin with soul tools.

Soul-guided device?

Upon hearing these three words, most of the students in the classroom exchanged bewildered glances.

Even Cao Jinxuan, who was always full of clever ideas, couldn't help but frown and raise his hand.

"Teacher Wu, the students in Class One are all offensive and control types."

Soul tools are indeed convenient, but are they really worth spending as much time learning as they do in soul master theory classes?

These words were widely accepted by the students in the class.

Soul tools are indeed powerful.

This is the consensus of Shrek Academy.

Even though many of them came from the extremely conservative Heavenly Soul Empire, which was resistant to soul tools.

After all, they had suffered this hardship during the war.

The soul tools and soul master system from the Sun Moon Empire have actually spread and developed in the original three great empires.

And there have been many incidents of Soul Master Academy brutally beating up Soul Master Academy.

The function of soul guides.

The Soul Master exerts a suppressive influence over the Soul Master, preceding the Soul Saint.

They all have an excellent reputation.

but...

This is Shrek Academy.

Soul Emperors are worse than dogs, while Soul Saints are everywhere.

For them personally, they could use the time they would spend cultivating their martial spirits to learn how to make soul tools.

The return on investment is extremely poor.

Just buy it and use it.

Why do we have to specifically learn it?

Of course, there are also those who believe deep down that "tricks and gimmicks are not as good as the way of the Soul Master."

The laws established by our ancestors must not be changed!

"you're right."

Wu Changkong didn't rush to refute, and said calmly, "So I don't force you to study, it's all up to your own choice."

If you think it's useless and a waste of time, you don't have to come to my class. You can use your free time to cultivate your soul power or do practical training.

These words were spoken.

The trainees finally calmed down.

Wu Changkong's confident answer made many students who were tired of soul tools willing to listen.

Wu Changkong quickly began teaching, taking out his own textbook and distributing it to the students.

Wu Changkong's explanation was concise, with almost no unnecessary words.

After briefly outlining the origin, history, and general concept of soul tools.

They immediately began explaining the essential information.

The regulation of the core magic array, energy conduction, attribute superposition, and even its origins and linkages with different martial souls and soul skills are explained with unparalleled clarity.

Even the lazy Wang Dong was stunned by what he heard.

Tang Wulin was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He is a blacksmith.

Wu Changkong's profession is mecha manufacturing, and he has an excellent understanding of soul tools.

The highly developed soul guidance concept ten thousand years later, combined with many basic principles and ideas on the combination of martial souls, made him feel refreshed and able to draw inferences from one instance to another.

Most of the morning has passed.

Instead of being bored or lazy, most of the students in Class One were very enthusiastic.

The basic theory of soul tools explained by Wu Changkong has common ground with the cultivation of soul masters.

Just hearing all this makes this lesson worthwhile!

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Wu Changkong put away his textbooks, left a message saying "Take a 15-minute break," and left the classroom.

The classroom suddenly became lively.

Many students were still immersed in the lesson they had just learned and were extremely excited.

Dai Huabin stood up, his expression not looking good.

He listened for most of the session, but the complex circuits and magic arrays gave him a headache, and he felt it was a waste of time.

"Zhu Lu," he said, his voice a little hard, "let's go."

Go practice Martial Soul Fusion.

His meaning was quite clear.

Since Wu Changkong said we don't have to come to class, let's leave now and focus on improving our skills.

Many eyes turned to look.

Zhu Lu remained seated, without moving.

She kept her head down, her fingers unconsciously twirling the hem of her clothes.

“No need, Huabin,” she said. “I think… what Teacher Wu said was quite helpful to me.”

Dai Huabin was taken aback.

He almost thought he had misheard.

Zhu Lu...rejected him? And in front of so many people?

A surge of anger welled up inside him. His face darkened, and he took two steps forward, lowering his voice with an undeniable chill.

"Walk."

Zhu Lu looked up and glanced at him.

Those beautiful eyes, which were always filled with tenderness, were devoid of emotion at this moment.

"I want to hear the whole thing."

Dai Huabin felt a lump in his throat, and his face felt burning hot.

The faint, indistinct gazes around them now seemed to carry a sharp edge.

He gritted his teeth, lowering his voice even further, but he couldn't hide his anger and contempt:

"What's the point of listening to all this?"

Even the best soul tool is still an inanimate object!

The true power lies in the Martial Soul Fusion Technique!

Instead of wasting time learning these unorthodox methods, you'd be better off practicing your teamwork!

He grew angrier as he spoke, and his voice unconsciously rose a little: "Only those with weak martial spirits and insufficient talent need to rely on these pieces of broken copper and scrap iron to save face!"

When have the Duke of Baihu's mansion and the Zhu family ever needed something like this?!

As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom fell silent.

Many students frowned.

That's such a harsh thing to say; it's like insulting everyone who was paying attention in class.

Cao Jinxuan pursed his lips, and Zhou Sichen rolled his eyes.

Wu Feng snorted coldly, his fiery red eyes filled with disdain.

Wang Dong simply scoffed.

Tang Wulin shook his head, too lazy to pay attention.

Dai Huabin's arrogant and sore loser nature is hopeless.

Zhu Lu's face paled, her lips pressed tightly together, but she didn't say anything more. She simply turned her head to the side, completely refusing to look at Dai Huabin anymore.

I said, let's go!

Dai Huabin reached out to grab Zhu Lu's arm.

Just then, a chill appeared.

It was icy cold.

Dai Huabin froze and turned to look.

Wu Changkong had arrived beside him without him even noticing.

His expression was indifferent; just standing there, he exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Upon hearing this, Dai Huabin's expression also turned cold: "Teacher Wu, didn't you say it was voluntary..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

He hadn't finished speaking.

Wu Changkong released his grip.

But a spirit ring lit up on his body.

The first one is black.

The second one is black.

The third one is black.

The fourth one is black.

The fifth one is black.

The sixth one is black.

Six ten-thousand-year soul rings appeared one after another, deep as night, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

The classroom fell into a deathly silence.

Dai Huabin's pupils contracted sharply, and all the color drained from his face.

But it's not over yet.

The seventh spirit ring rises, red!

Blood-red, glaringly bright.

One hundred thousand years.

The eighth one is red.

The ninth one, red.