"Alright, the battle is over, Ye Chen wins!" Mu Jin happily announced the result.
Moreover, she was increasingly satisfied with Ye Chen.
Especially since Ye Chen suppressed his strength and did not seriously injure his classmate, this alone was enough to make her praise him.
The surrounding teachers, seeing this scene, all showed envious expressions.
"Teacher Mu Jin, you're so lucky. When will the academy give me a student like him…?"
"Damn it, why isn't this Ye Chen my student? If I had known, I would have chosen the Ninth Class when I picked my homeroom class…"
All the teachers beat their chests and stamped their feet.
The envy in their eyes was almost overflowing.
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Not far away, Zhou Yi also noticed this side, her face incredibly gloomy.
Especially seeing Ye Chen's talent, her heart was even more terribly jealous!
Such a talented student should be taught by her, so that he could receive the best training!
How could Mu Jin, a trash teacher who was only a Soul King, be worthy of teaching such a talented student!
With the aura that boy displayed, he could probably shatter Mu Jin with one punch. What could Mu Jin possibly teach him?
"No, this kind of student must be in my First Class!"
Zhou Yi secretly vowed in her heart, planning to go to the Dean's Office after school to question why such a student was assigned to Mu Jin, that useless Soul King's class!
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At the same time, on the Soul Dueling Platform.
Ye Chen slowly walked to Wu Feng's side, helped her up from the ground, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Although there were many people on the field, the previous battle had scared them all away, resulting in no one paying attention to Wu Feng.
Ning Tian, being a support-type, ran the fastest…
"Mm… I'm, I'm fine…"
Wu Feng said softly, her face red. She originally had a hint of resentment, but it had completely dissipated at this moment.
This was her first time being so close to a boy, and Ye Chen had a special scent on him that was exceptionally pleasant, even more captivating to her than Ning Tian's scent. Perhaps it was Ye Chen's own charm, or perhaps it was due to them both having Dragon Martial Souls.
Wu Feng's body felt a little soft, pressing tightly against Ye Chen's chest.
"I'll take you to the infirmary."
Ye Chen straightened the soft, delicate body in his arms, then led Wu Feng down from the Soul Dueling Platform.
Especially because Wu Feng had "transformed," she was only left with a tight-fitting undergarment. Normally, it wouldn't be noticeable, but from Ye Chen's angle, he could see through the neckline…
It had to be said, "Big Wu Feng" was very beautiful, and "Little Wu Feng" was actually quite good too.
"Hey, don't peek…"
Wu Feng seemed to notice something, quickly covered herself, and glared at Ye Chen indignantly.
"I didn't look."
Ye Chen quickly averted his gaze, looking serious.
"You did look…"
Wu Feng mumbled, her face red, but didn't say much more.
Moreover, for some reason, she found that Ye Chen's peeking not only didn't make her angry or disgusted in the slightest, but instead made her feel a little… secretly pleased…
This feeling made her feel a slight flutter in her heart.
"Wu Feng, are you alright!"
At this moment, Ning Tian also rushed over quickly, then took out a robe and draped it over Wu Feng.
This was normal procedure.
After all, every time Wu Feng transformed, her outer clothes would burst.
Although her inner clothes were very elastic, they were still a bit loose after shrinking, and if her posture wasn't good, she would still be exposed.
"Ning Tian, I'm fine."
Wu Feng smiled slightly at Ning Tian.
Her gaze flickered to Ye Chen's handsome profile, and she felt inexplicably guilty, only feeling as if she had somewhat let Ning Tian down…
"I'm sorry, I was a bit heavy-handed, but you should be fine after some rest." Ye Chen looked at Ning Tian, showing a hint of apology.
"No, no, no… Ye Chen, you don't need to apologize. It's normal to get injured during sparring. I should thank you for going easy on Wu Feng." Ning Tian waved her hands repeatedly, her face also tinged with a blush.
Ye Chen was truly too understanding, and he was handsome too. How could there be such a good boy in the world?
"Let's go, I'll take you to the infirmary." Without further ado, Ye Chen helped Wu Feng and walked towards the infirmary.
The other students, seeing this scene, all had strange looks in their eyes.
The boys all looked at Ye Chen with envious gazes.
They envied Ye Chen for being able to embrace a great beauty like Wu Feng, and for having such a good relationship with Ning Tian, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The girls were also envious.
They envied Wu Feng and Ning Tian for being beautiful, and envied them for being able to talk to Ye Chen.
"Alright, today's classes for those who participated in the battle are over. Go back and rest early. Everyone who didn't participate in the battle, come to physical training class."
Mu Jin waved her hand, not bothering with Ye Chen and the others, and continued to train the next group of students.
Unlike Zhou Yi's strictness, she always gave privileges to excellent students; even being late for class was fine. For someone like Ye Chen, she would even be happy if he skipped class entirely.
This was to motivate others to cultivate diligently and become more outstanding.
As long as one became strong, they would have privileges.
If the strong and the weak were treated the same, then why bother cultivating? Wouldn't it be better to just lie flat together?
On the other hand, with Zhou Yi, no matter how excellent you were, if you were late once, you would be punished. If you were late twice, even if you were the top of the class, you would be directly expelled.
This was also one of the reasons why many students feared Zhou Yi.
Constant suppression, insane suppression, students were suppressed to the point of psychological trauma.
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Infirmary.
The Shrek healing Soul Master was treating Wu Feng's injuries.
Wu Feng's injuries were relatively severe, mainly from the fall, with large areas of skin abrasions and minor fractures.
In Ye Chen's previous life, these injuries would have been considered very serious.
But in this world, they weren't even considered minor injuries.
Wu Feng was receiving treatment in the room.
Ye Chen and Ning Tian were waiting outside.
Ning Tian was actually a bit curious about Ye Chen, and taking this opportunity, she tilted her head and asked curiously, "Ye Chen, which sect are you from? Why have I never heard of any sect having a Martial Soul like yours?"
Ye Chen's Martial Soul was an Ice Dragon, and a very powerful Ice Dragon at that, but she had never heard of it, which was very strange.
After all, she came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and was even being groomed as a candidate for the metropolitan , knowledgeable and well-versed in all the major forces on the continent.
But she had truly never seen Ye Chen's Martial Soul.
"I just come from an ordinary medical family. My Martial Soul might be a reversion to ancestry combined with a mutation; I was lucky to awaken such a powerful Martial Soul."
Ye Chen said indifferently, seemingly unwilling to mention his family.
His father and mother both had some issues; not long after he was born, they went off to practice medicine and never returned. It seemed he was just an "accidental product." He grew up learning acupuncture and medical skills from his grandfather and great-grandfather.
The first twelve years were unbearable to recall; learning medicine was truly too damn hard.
Now that the hardship had passed, Ye Chen just wanted to enjoy life and not dwell on the past.
Once he achieved something, he could certainly give back to his family.