In the time that followed, Lin Yun's life returned to peace once again.
Since he was completely clueless in this aspect, and Electrolux still seemed to be deeply researching without giving him any updates, Lin Yun could only cultivate at night, bask in the sun during the day, and occasionally tease little girls.
And also deal with a certain little rich lady.
It had to be said, in terms of skill, Ning Tian was far superior to Xiao Xiao. Although Xiao Xiao was also a young lady from a noble family, she was still a far cry from Ning Tian, the young mistress of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Tian had received the sect's education from a young age, and as a female heir, finding a reliable partner was a required course.
So, somehow, this little girl ended up becoming best friends with Ning Tian, and their relationship deepened day by day.
Later on, even when Ning Tian came to chat with Lin Yun, Xiao Xiao didn't mind. The three of them could even laugh and joke together.
Except for a certain resentful person.
Wu Feng was grinding her teeth. If it weren't for Lin Yun completely suppressing her in terms of martial soul and bloodline, leaving her with no desire to resist, she would have long since jumped up to hit his knees.
The people in Class Eight were also fuming but didn't dare to speak out.
Regardless of appearance, temperament, talent, background, or personality, Ning Tian was flawless and was recognized as the goddess of Class Eight.
Some even believed that Ning Tian was the true number one goddess of the outer court, far surpassing Tang Ya and Jiang Nannan.
Many had feelings for Ning Tian.
Before Lin Yun arrived, it was fine. Ning Tian had Wu Feng as her personal bodyguard and was indifferent to everyone. They still felt they had a tiny chance.
But after Lin Yun came, Ning Tian was just short of confessing to him outright. Whenever she had free time, she would go play with him.
The guys in Class Eight were so jealous they could practically taste bile.
Left side, Xiao Xiao. Right side, Ning Tian. Both in his arms.
Damn it, how could such a person exist?!
Why did Class Eight have to be stuck with someone like this?!
Unlike Lin Yun, Huo Yuhao's class placement was not ideal. Not only was he still in the same class as Wang Dong, with whom he had been at odds since the start of school, but he was placed in Class Four.
Before this, Class Four had been called Class Five, and it housed one of the three Soul Elders among the new students—
Dai Huabin.
That's right, the very Dai Huabin who was the root cause of Huo Yuhao's misery.
One could only imagine how terrible Huo Yuhao felt when he stepped into Class Four.
Dai Huabin, on the other hand, didn't care. When the class instructor mentioned that Huo Yuhao was a special admission with spirit power below level 15, he immediately dismissed him as a nobody.
Among over a hundred students in Class Four, there were only a handful Dai Huabin even acknowledged, let alone Huo Yuhao.
But to Huo Yuhao, Dai Huabin's mere existence was a mental burden. Just looking at his face made his blood boil.
With no friends in Wang Dong, Lin Yun being assigned to Class Eight, and Electrolux not yet joining his spiritual sea alongside Tianmeng Iceworm, Huo Yuhao was silently going insane.
Even without Zhou Yi's strict training, he imposed a grueling schedule on himself. Every day, he trained like a madman, pushing himself to near collapse before crawling back to his dormitory.
Fortunately, he had Tianmeng Iceworm as his personal battery.
While Tianmeng Iceworm couldn't guide Huo Yuhao's mentality like Electrolux, its million-year origin power played a crucial role in sustaining him through his self-destructive training.
Not only did it restore him quickly, but it also strengthened his body during the recovery process, expanding his meridians and improving his talent.
Of course, his spirit power level also began to rise steadily. In the Douluo Continent, while effort couldn't surpass innate talent, it still counted for something.
The only real downside was the sheer exhaustion—most people wouldn't be able to endure it.
Take Wang Dong, for example.
Before class assignments, he had felt a strong sense of urgency being in the same class as Lin Yun, constantly thinking about how to catch up. But after being placed in a different class, he lost all motivation.
As for Dai Huabin?
Hah, what a joke.
His ancestor had once been a servant under Wang Dong's father's feet. Dai Huabin was nothing more than a bug in his eyes.
Besides, he had already trained hard for a month—wasn't it time for a break?
Thus, Wang Dong returned to his old habits of slacking off, barely putting effort into his cultivation.
This strange yet peaceful life went on for over a month, and the freshman assessment was drawing closer.
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In the teachers' office…
Looking at the two files before her, Mu Jin was torn.
The left file contained Lin Yun and Xiao Xiao's information, while the right file contained Ning Tian and Wu Feng's.
As one of the freshman class advisors, Mu Jin naturally hoped her class would win the championship. But the team assignments were giving her a headache.
After spending over a month with them, she could tell that Lin Yun didn't interact with anyone in Class Eight besides Xiao Xiao and Ning Tian.
Was it arrogance? Or was he just too lazy to socialize?
His social circle basically only included those two.
Grouping them together would guarantee a victory in the freshman assessment.
But then, there was Wu Feng.
With how possessive she was, Mu Jin could already picture her throwing a fit if she wasn't in the same group as Ning Tian.
This was giving her a massive headache.
"Why does it have to be groups of two?" she muttered, rubbing her temples.
"Screw it, I'll just let them decide for themselves."
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The next day.
After the last class of the day, Mu Jin stood at the podium and smiled.
"That's it for today's lessons. The rest of the students may leave. Lin Yun, Xiao Xiao, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng, please stay behind—I have something to discuss with you."
"Goodbye, Teacher!" N voices
Near the window at the back of the classroom, Lin Yun stretched lazily, the golden glow in his eyes fading back to normal.
Over the past month, he had become even more proficient at absorbing the power of the sun, and he could feel his Golden Dragon King bloodline growing more active. His spirit power had reached level 37, almost at the peak.
Perhaps in a little while, he would reach level 38.
"Why do you think Teacher Mu wants to see us?" Xiao Xiao asked in a hushed voice.
"How should I know? Let's go find out."
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(End of Chapter)
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