Douluo Continent: I Can Summon Heroic Spirits

Chapter 52 Class Monitor! Maintain classroom discipline for a moment!

Everyone in the audience pricked up their ears, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"The first thing—"

"I'm going to give everyone a presentation on the soul tool."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Soul Masters below the stage stirred up a commotion, and an uncontrollable excitement rose on everyone's face.

Xia Xuanchen clenched his fists tightly, and Zheng Zhan's breathing became more rapid.

Confucius himself gave a lecture; this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was definitely worthwhile!

Kong Deming paused, and after the classroom quieted down again, he continued in a calm tone:

"The second thing is my newly accepted apprentice, whom you should all have heard of to some extent."

The crowd below the stage turned their gazes once again to the white-haired boy standing beside Confucius, their expressions varying.

"He founded a Soul Master organization called Star Tower," Kong Deming said calmly. "Today, I'd like to take this opportunity to ask him a question on his behalf."

"I wonder if any of you here would like to join?"

As he spoke, Elder Kong took out a gold badge from his pocket, the pattern of which was the same as the Command Seal pattern on the back of Ye Chenxing's hand.

These words immediately sparked a murmur of discussion in the previously quiet classroom.

Kong Deming, however, seemed not to hear him and continued, "Those who join now will automatically become honored elders of the Star Tower, without needing any merit. This power does not strongly bind you; everything is voluntary, and your abilities will speak for themselves."

As soon as he said this, the brows of the people in the audience furrowed.

Joining an organization that's like something a child would play house? Are you kidding me!

Which of those present wasn't a level eight or nine Soul Master who could make the empire tremble with a stomp of their foot? To ask them to condescend to be some kind of honored elder to a mere brat? Wasn't that utterly ridiculous?

Everyone shook their heads, and some even showed disdain.

However, due to Kong Deming's long-standing prestige, no one dared to actually voice their doubts. They could only sneer inwardly: This newly accepted royal disciple of Master Kong is far too arrogant and ignorant.

Xia Xuanchen sat in his seat, his expression strange, thinking to himself: "Old Master Kong is always as steady as a mountain, why is he acting so recklessly today? Is it possible that he's spoiling this child so much...?"

A member of the royal family, living in exile, was greatly favored by Confucius...

His thoughts drifted in a rather disrespectful direction, and he quickly stopped himself.

Zheng Zhan, standing next to him, snorted disdainfully, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair, not even bothering to hide his disdain.

However, at that moment, an unexpected voice rang out from the back row.

"Elder Kong, I am willing to join the Star Tower and serve His Highness Ye Chenxing!"

Everyone turned around to look.

Ye Chenxing looked in the direction of the voice, his gaze shifting slightly. The person who stood up was actually an old acquaintance—Xu Ping, one of the vice-leaders of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Corps.

Upon seeing him, many people immediately showed a mixture of understanding and disdain on their faces. Xu Ping was notorious in the circle for his fondness for managing superiors and his sycophantic skills were unparalleled. At this moment, his appearance was seen by everyone as nothing more than another shameless act of trying to guess the boss's wishes and curry favor with Elder Kong.

Xu Ping glanced at the questioning looks around him and gave a disdainful snort.

Hmph, you know nothing.

Ye Chenxing was somewhat surprised that this deputy leader, whom he had only met once, thought so highly of him. He nodded and said, "Congratulations, Commander Xu, on becoming the fifth member of my Star Tower."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ping's smile froze instantly.

and many more.

Fifth place?

He asked in astonishment, "Your Highness...?"

Kong Deming spoke calmly, answering the question for Ye Chenxing: "It is this old man, along with Xiao Jing and Xiao Ye."

As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the audience changed drastically.

It was one thing for Elder Kong to join in himself, but he even dragged Jing Hongchen and Ye Yulin, two top-tier ninth-level soul masters, into this nonsense.

In an instant, everyone's impression of Ye Chenxing worsened. This kind of spoiled brat behavior was bound to be disliked anywhere, especially in the eyes of these advanced Soul Masters, who valued accumulation.

What kind of person is this, a young Soul Master who, instead of building a solid foundation, relies on the favor of Elder Kong and the support of two Level 9 Masters to openly build up his power and recruit followers? It's as if he's treating those of us who have painstakingly studied Soul Tools as mere extras accompanying the Crown Prince in his studies!

Despite their disgust, no one reacted.

Confucius held a transcendent position in the empire. Although he rarely left his home and had little contact with others, no one dared to question his decisions.

As for Jing Hongchen and Ye Yulin... they love to embarrass themselves, so let them embarrass themselves; it has nothing to do with me.

Anyway, everyone came here today to listen to Confucius's lecture.

The audience gradually fell silent, composed themselves, and sat upright, waiting for Kong Deming to begin his lecture.

However, Kong Deming's next sentence caused an uproar in the classroom.

"Next, let Tower Master Ye Chenxing explain soul tools to everyone. Please welcome him with applause."

"What?!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out, and the hot-tempered Wang Yiheng could no longer restrain himself and abruptly stood up.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief: "Master Kong, you're not joking, are you? Having your student give us a lecture?"

Kong Deming didn't say anything, and didn't even look at him.

Ye Chenxing spoke up, his voice calm as still water: "Your Majesty Mad Bull Douluo, please do not disrupt class discipline."

"Are you kidding me—"

These words immediately ignited Wang Yiheng's anger. As the dignified leader of the Evil Lord Soul Master Corps, he had never been so disrespected.

Just as he was about to continue his attack, Ye Chenxing coughed softly.

"Where's the class monitor? Maintain classroom discipline!"

"Master Wang, are you going against the wishes of Confucius?"

Instantly, Ye Yulin's voice came:

Wang Yiheng's words were immediately stuck in his throat; no matter what, he dared not truly offend Elder Kong.

He clenched his fists, his chest heaving violently, and finally gritted his teeth and sat back down heavily.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, chin held high, barely suppressing his anger.

Not only him, but most of the soul masters present had the idea of ​​leaving, but they did not take a step because of Kong Deming's authority.

Jing Hongchen stared at Ye Yulin in astonishment.

No, when did you become the class monitor?

Xuan Ziwen sat in the back row, his brows furrowed tightly.

He had known Kong Deming for quite some time, which was unlike Kong Lao's usual style.

Given Confucius's discerning eye and meticulous approach, how could he have made such an absurd arrangement? Could it be that that kid... really has some extraordinary talent?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and dismissed it from his mind.

How could that be? Even if an eleven or twelve-year-old child started researching soul tools in the womb, how much skill could they possibly possess? And here I am, starting to think about such absurd things.

It's a pity that today's research time was wasted. His sealed baby bottle is at a critical stage of breakthrough, every moment is precious, but this farce has wasted it all.

If I had known this would happen, I should have pretended to be sick and not come today.

Thinking of this, Xuan Ziwen sighed, leaned back in his chair, lowered his eyes, and began to rest.