The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 61 - 60: Students Raising Questions_1

"Dear teachers, I was training till three in the morning yesterday. I got up early for today’s class. It’s heart-rending if you don’t show up."

"Exactly, wasting our time here. If you don’t show up soon, we might leave..."

A few students complained loudly and the scene grew lively with the suppressed roars of the beasts.

"We’re really at fault this time for making you all wait."

Da Mu’er, who had been running madly, stopped without seeming out of breath.

He surveyed the audience. Given that the courses at Canghai Pavilion didn’t have a compulsory requirement, a total of 47 students came, which was more than he expected.

"Forget it, let’s get started. I have to see a hairdresser in the afternoon to change the hairstyle of my electric rat."

"Eh, where’s Master Tu? The assistants are here, but I can’t see Master Tu?"

A lot of students had taken Tu Long’s courses before and had a basic impression of him.

From afar, they even assumed it was Da Mu’er, Sikong Wei, Tu Long who had come, as there were three people arriving.

But as the third person approached, there was little similarity with Tu Long, be it height, body type or the aura exuded.

Some people were unhappy now, their high-decibel voices covering the noisy crowd. They couldn’t help but asked loudly:

"Pill Master, who’s this?"

"We travelled here specifically to listen to Master Tu. He is known to be hot-tempered and does not tolerate any slack. We arrived half an hour early, but found him to be late?"

Enduring the stares of a group of around twenty-year-olds, Sikong Wei, standing next to Da Mu’er, felt an uncanny resemblance to his younger self.

He licked his lips to conceal a slight embarrassment and said sternly and composedly:

"Calm down, don’t rush."

"Master Tu had something come up at the last minute and could not make it."

"I apologize on his behalf for letting you all down."

"But there’s no need for concern, Master Tu has authorized us as substitute teachers. The three of us will lead the class."

"Ah?" The burly Chen Guangtao cried out first, "No way, I got up early for nothing."

"I chose this course only because I heard that Master Tu has profound understanding of metalwork and has excellent insights into metal materials."

"Never thought that I’d be stood up on the first day. It’s so disheartening. It’s ruined my day."

"Ribbit! Ribbit!"

The naughty frog on his head, feeling its master’s dissatisfaction, stared with its large green eyes, and started to sing.

While it may sound melodious and soothing to the frog, capable of wooing hordes of female frogs, to human ears, its singing is nothing but cacophony.

And... this was just the beginning.

As Chen Guangtao began to voice his displeasure.

All young students dressed in flashy outfits started to murmur.

"Indeed, we came here for Master Tu, we were not prepared for the teaching assistant’s class..."

"Should we skip the class? There’s no grading system and it’s Master Tu who had abandoned us."

"If we remain here, we may waste the entire morning. It’s prudent to cut our losses..."

"Once again, I deeply apologize for Master Tu’s absence."

Da Mu’er bowed in apology, showing sincere regret.

As he straightened his back, he looked over the crowd in silence. Suddenly, he hummed coldly, his voice loud and clear:

"But—to those who question our ability to teach as substitutes, please step forward."

"Whoosh~~~"

Ripples radiated outward, a flash of crimson light, and a huge humanoid creature opened its eyes amidst the babble.

The young man and woman under its shadow swallowed their half-spoken words in shock.

Especially the girl, whose legs started to tremble; her face was filled with shock and fear.

The other male student is no better, not daring to stand in his original place, swallowing hard, and cautiously moving backward.

"Torch Monkey..."

"With that height, it must be a Rainbow Light-grade Torch Monkey!"

"A casual fire skill would likely be too much for most of us to bear..."

The noisy crowd suddenly went quiet.

Everyone was gazing at the giant monkey, who was holding a torch in one hand and thumping its chest with the other. Some looked astonished, while others were calm and composed.

"Pill Master is a fire-affinity magic apprentice."

Pan Ling’er sighed gently, scratched the chin of the Moon Cat in her arms, put down the cat, turned to her classmates and said:

"Such a position couldn’t possibly ignore knowledge related to metal materials. He must have studied it thoroughly."

"If it was ’Metal Fusion’ or ’Metal Forging’, I wouldn’t be sure."

"But ’Metal Identification’ is a beginner-level course, Pill Master is capable enough to teach it and shouldn’t fall too far behind Master Tu."

"If you don’t want to attend, just leave now."

"Staying here and complaining, even if Pill Master is not annoyed, I’m annoyed."

Pan Ling’er was sweet-faced, with a standard melon-seed face.

However, she seldom smiled, which gradually distanced herself from her sweet appearance.

Her voice was weak and soft, which seemed harmless at first glance.

A chubby guy who was closest to her instinctively shivered.

"Meow--"

The black cat with a white crescent emblem on the forehead, gently hopped onto Pan Ling’er shoulder.

It turned around to glance at the crowd, its human-like eyes radiating a hint of disdain.

Many Contracted Spirits, much larger in size, not only feared the Torch Monkey, but were also extremely wary of it, stirring up unrest time and again.

"A Scout?"

"No, it seems to be a variant Scout, it has the fragrance of plants and trees..."

Ye Hanjun was wearing a set of beige trench coat today. Under the cover of the broad brim of the hat, his face was elusive.

Dan Muer and the Torch Monkey once again became the center of attention, drawing all the firepower.

The troublesome people who might have questioned his identity didn’t appear at all.

Ye Hanjun, enjoying his leisure, quietly extended his perception, spreading it to Pan Ling’er’s side.

——He was somewhat interested in this girl.

The Moon Cat is a signature agile attack sprite, lazy during the day, active during the night.

If it could hunt when the full moon was in the sky, its combat power would significantly increase.

Those who dared to underestimate its petite body often suffered greatly.

Furthermore, the one here had already achieved Perfection in Clay Body.

Even without considering the enhancement of the patron’s ability, it was qualified to challenge most of the Fond Spirits at this level.

"Sorry, I’ve almost mastered basic Metal Identification, and came here to listen to Master Tu’s lecture to fill in any gaps."

"Since Master Tu isn’t here today, I won’t be staying either. See you next time."

During the odd atmosphere of deadlock, a polite blonde man left on a three-meter-wide winged Flying Hawk.

Dan Muer nodded his head, not stopping him.

This guy looked familiar, he must be a senior student from the lower grades.

A fleeting glimpse showed that both his authority and spirit were close to the second level.

It wouldn’t be long before he elevates to the upper grades, the content taught by an assistant lecturer indeed sorry was not very attractive to him.

However... what if it was Lord Han?

Regardless of whether that frail body had practical skills or not.

Just regarding the proficiency in metal materials, it was still a significant suspense to compare Lord Han and Master Tu.

Dan Muer scratched his goatee, suddenly having this thought.

...

In total, six people left one after another.

Some of them were in a similar situation to the blonde man.

Others might still be distrustful of the lecturer’s assistant, preferring to allocate their time to other things.

"Today’s class is expected to be three hours long."

"If no one has any objections, we’ll officially begin."

The Torch Monkey stood on the right side of Dan Muer, its astonishing fire energy seeping out, causing no one to continue complaining.

Dan Muer took a step forward, removed the silver triangle badge from his chest, and headed towards the large door on the side.

"Ding——"

The door opened.

A heavy and thick stone door slowly rose, revealing an entrance nearly fifty meters wide and a hundred meters high to everyone.

"Just a friendly reminder, although this is only the first floor of the basic smithing factory, there will also be some precious metals and valuables."

"Be careful using them and watch your Contracted Fond Spirits."

"Especially those with strong curiosity who like to bite off more than they can chew, or those who are naughty and like to make trouble."

"If you break something, even depreciated compensation would be a hefty amount for you."

Sikong Wei stood with Ye Hanjun. As the students prepared to enter, he gave a reminder without expression.

"I’m talking about you, get back!"

Chen Guangtao, who trained until three o’clock in the morning last night, silently lit up the Contract Marks on his arm upon hearing this.

The Naughty Frog, which was just on his head and had bolted a distance away, made a pitiful "croak" and immediately disappeared.

"Huh?"

Among the crowd, Su Mei, who had always been inconspicuous and never summoned the Pink Ostrich, halted her steps once she unintentionally caught a glimpse of half of Ye Hanjun’s face under his hat.

In her brown pupils, intense self-doubt welled up, fearing she had recognized the wrong person.

"We meet again."

Ye Hanjun slightly lifted his head, his black eyes met hers, still maintaining an unshakable calm.

Pale skin, sharp features, such a contradictory combination, it was difficult not to remember him.

Su Mei was shocked, covering her mouth with only astonishment and shock left in her eyes.

"How could it be you?"

"Not a student... is this what it meant?!"

Su Mei stared at his chest, the silver triangle badge identical to those of Dan Muer and Sikong Wei, suddenly became blinding to her eyes.

"Let’s go in, and attend the class properly."

Ye Hanjun spoke indifferently, giving her a gentle admonishment.

"Oh, okay ..."

Su Mei nodded blankly, her knees seemed to rust, she turned her head back every three steps, walking into the basic smithing factory in a rigid manner.