Conflict with Zhou Yi

The classroom was spacious, and those in the back naturally couldn't hear what Su Qingfeng had just said. However, some students sitting in the front rows near the door heard him, and the words quickly spread throughout most of the classroom.

"He actually called Teacher Zhou Yi an old hag! That's too bold!"

Because they had arrived late for class and hadn't secured front-row seats, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were currently seated in the middle to back rows.

"Who is that person? He looks like he has a good aura, but why is he wearing a mask? Is he ashamed of his appearance?"

Wang Dong leaned on his desk, watching Su Qingfeng's figure with interest. "No matter who he is, he dares to call Zhou Yi an old hag, he's too arrogant!"

"That's not a good thing. Zhou Yi will teach him a lesson. But why does his build seem somewhat familiar? He looks like a very powerful and sacred person."

Huo Yuhao couldn't help but look up.

"It's true he has a good aura, but what's the use of a good aura if he doesn't dare to show his face? He must be wearing a mask because he's not good-looking," Wang Dong said.

"That's not necessarily true. What if he just doesn't want to be seen or recognized? I think he should be a Soul Master with great talent."

Huo Yuhao felt a good impression of Su Qingfeng from the first glance, feeling a certain aura that drew him in.

Even Brother Tianmeng grumbled in his spiritual sea, "Strange, why does the aura of this person feel a bit familiar? Yet, I can't quite place it."

At the same time, in Su Qingfeng's spiritual sea, the Snow Empress frowned. "Strange, why do I feel the presence of an ice-attribute power nearby that's not weak? Is it an illusion?"

Su Qingfeng didn't respond to the Snow Empress, though he was somewhat speechless. Seriously? She can sense that?

In fact, over the past few days, the Snow Empress had repeatedly invited him into her spiritual sea to meet her, wanting to get closer. As a dignified human, what was he supposed to do getting close to his wisdom soul ring? And as a soul form at that?!

Across from Su Qingfeng was the "old hag" he had referred to.

An elderly woman, with wrinkled skin and white hair coiled atop her head, wore a white robe. She was of medium build, but she possessed incredibly bright eyes. Her black irises shone with sharp brilliance, and she was staring intently at Su Qingfeng.

Du Weilun quickly tried to ease the atmosphere. "Zhou Yi, he probably wasn't talking about you. Don't misunderstand."

"Whether he was talking about me or not, I can tell. Is he that special student?"

Zhou Yi circled Su Qingfeng, taking him in. While she was inwardly impressed by Su Qingfeng's aura, the words "old hag" ignited a fire within her:

"Special student, you are indeed remarkable. You are the first special student in the academy. I wonder if you got in through connections or if you truly have the strength. You will participate in the freshman assessment competition, right?"

Before Su Qingfeng could speak, Director Du Weilun interjected, "Special students do not participate in the elimination mechanism, and technically don't need to participate in the assessment. If Qingfeng wishes, he can participate in the freshman competition."

"Good, do you dare to make a bet with me?" Zhou Yi said, looking at Su Qingfeng.

Hearing this, Su Qingfeng felt a wave of helplessness. Why are people on Douluo Continent so fond of making bets?

"I don't think there's anything worth betting on. It's just the usual 'what happens if you win' and 'what happens if you lose.' Besides, I don't think you have any chips that could interest me. It's pointless."

Su Qingfeng said calmly. He truly couldn't find a reason to bet with Zhou Yi, and he didn't need to show her any deference.

As the Holy Son of Sea God Pavilion, Su Qingfeng lacked nothing. Soul Bones? Soul Tools? Could her resources even compare to Sea God Pavilion's?

Su Qingfeng's composure, his demeanor that showed no fear despite Zhou Yi being a teacher, astonished all the students in Class One.

Wang Dong's eyes were filled with a trace of admiration. This is too brave! Is this a student? A student dares to talk back to a teacher like this? I don't even dare to do that! It was important to remember that since the start of the semester, they had all experienced Zhou Yi's powerful oppressive aura and her rigorous, even cruel, teaching methods, which had made their lives miserable!

As a modern穿越者 (chuānyuè zhě – transmigrator), Su Qingfeng naturally didn't have a good impression of Zhou Yi.

The things she said, like "those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocre talents" and that she disliked students from her own class fighting each other but enjoyed seeing them fight students from other classes…

It was completely worldview-shattering, wasn't it?

What was the difference between that and encouraging students to form gangs, stir up trouble, and act like delinquents? In Su Qingfeng's eyes, Zhou Yi was at most a qualified Soul Master screening machine, but definitely not a good teacher.

"No interest, or no courage?"

Zhou Yi sneered.

In front of the entire Class One, she couldn't afford to lose her nerve, otherwise how could she manage these students in the future?

"Enough, Zhou Yi. These are special selected students, not ordinary freshmen. Don't make things difficult for me."

Du Weilun interjected at this moment. He smelled the tension in the air and couldn't let the two of them ignite their gunpowder.

"Qingfeng, don't take it to heart. Teacher Zhou Yi's personality is just like that, but she doesn't have a bad heart. Come, let's go see the other classes."

Du Weilun glared at Zhou Yi before pulling Su Qingfeng away from Class One's classroom. They then visited the other nine classes one by one.

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Although he was the dean of students, he couldn't afford to offend either Su Qingfeng or Zhou Yi!

This Zhou Yi wasn't just an ordinary class advisor; her husband was Fan Yu, the vice dean of the Soul Tool Department. Although the Soul Tool Department and the Martial Soul Department had independent teaching, the rank of a vice dean was still higher than that of a dean of students.

Zhou Yi stared sharply at Su Qingfeng's retreating back, snorted through her nose, and turned to scold the students of Class One: "What are you whispering about? What's so interesting to see? Students like this special selected one, wearing masks and acting mysterious, are like noble disciples from major families or powerful factions, but they'll eventually be spoiled by the school and won't amount to much. The freshman assessment competition is in three months. If you encounter this special selected student, beat them soundly for me!"

"Starting today, the training volume for our Class One will be doubled!"

"Those who can adapt can stay. Those who can't, can leave. Class One does not teach trash!"

Zhou Yi's hands rested on the podium, causing the entire Class One to grumble. Especially the auxiliary Soul Masters, who were already weaker than Soul Masters of other departments. The training they had undergone in the past few days had already placed a heavy burden on them. Doubling it would be exhausting!

News about a special selected student with an excellent demeanor, wearing a mask, quickly became a hot topic among the ten freshman classes. Even students from the second, third, fourth, and fifth grades above the freshman classes had heard about it.

Some were curious about Su Qingfeng's identity and background.

Some found Su Qingfeng's demeanor outstanding and were eager to see his true appearance.

After listening to a class in Class Three for a while, Su Qingfeng wanted to return to Sea God Island.

To him, all of this was boring. He would rather go back to cultivate.