Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

This Guanin seemed to rely too much on his clan. The master simply snorted and ignored everything Guanin said. "Not a single year's punishment is enough for someone like you. If I saw a shadow of one of your clansmen, then you'll stay away from this class for three years."

Guanin was already near the door when he stumbled and almost fell. With eyes filled with killing intent, he turned and looked at William before leaving as if he was promising a soon to happen meeting between the two.

"Return to your seat," the master waved, "don't bother with him. As long as you are inside the academy, you won't get any harm at all."

"Thanks master," William knew that Guanin's threats weren't just limited to the academy, but mainly to the forest and world outside.

William didn't intend to stay his entire life confined inside the academy. It was much like a prison to him.

And he didn't mind such a challenge. He grew tired from such harmful weeds like Guanin. And if he ever met him outside, he wouldn't hesitate to take that bastard's life, alongside everyone coming with him.

"Master, about this…" William motioned his head towards the extreme damage that happened here and didn't know what to say.

He wasn't a disciple before, but he was a porter and knew the rules. If anything got damaged in the academy, a punishment would be exerted over the one who did it besides paying a compensation.

He wasn't the one to cause such damage, but the master did such damage because of what William said.

"Oh, don't worry about that… Don't tell me you want to stand up for me as well?"

The corners of William's eyes twitched when he heard that. He wanted to say: Who was the master and who was the disciple here? But he refrained from doing that.

He knew this master was jesting with him, and he truly wasn't a bad person.

He was harsh in his way of teaching; he was just caring too much for his disciples. And that was supposed to be the case for most capable masters.

Even if the disciples here all mistook his true intentions, William knew this as he got such a kind of master before.

"Just return back and let me start my class," the master waved his hand and William knew nothing would happen to him in exchange for such damage.

After all, he wasn't the one who actually did it.

As he returned, with each step he took, he could see the shock, fear, and veneration in the eyes of spirit masters here.

In their eyes, someone like him should have gotten screwed in the past confrontations.

However, William didn't just emerge victorious, he also had done such remarkable feats that shocked everyone.

Who was he? Was he the porter or us? Everyone asked themselves such questions while feeling dejected in their hearts.

As he returned back to the top seat, his mates welcomed him with much warmer gazes.

"You know a lot," Berry leant over him as she whispered, "it seems like you hid a lot of things from me."

"We just met a few weeks ago," William rolled his eyes.

"Then teach me."

"That depends…" William playfully said before the two of them got a glaring and warning glance from that master down below.

The two had to remain silent to the end of the class. Berry from the side

was adamant at learning everything William knew.

As for paying him back, she grew confused a long time ago about such a hard to answer question.

It wasn't just the issue of wealth. She knew she was indebted to him in many ways that left her unable to know what to do for him and would be considered a payback to all this.

William from the side already could tell what this little girl was thinking. All he thought about was how silly her mind was.

'This girl… Do you think I'm this poor, pathetic, or what?' he lamented in his heart while feeling helpless towards her.

She didn't need to ask, he intended to help her get stronger. She wasn't the only exception, as he intended to slowly build up his own group and start nourishing them.

'All for that day,' he silently clenched both fists as he decided to do that, hoping to meet his master one day with his formidable team that he carefully picked and trained.

His master's once told him that her gravest mistake was to wander this world solo for the most of her life. She just decided to form a team just a few years before meeting him.

She regretted not doing that a bit earlier, deeply regretted it.

And before that decisive battle back then, she told him that if he got the chance to survive, and no matter what, he should seek capable spirit masters and support their growth and guide them to the right track.

William memorised her teachings and committed them to the heart. William knew his master regretted that because if she had many formidable friends and disciples by her side, her chances at success would have been greater.

William decided to not commit the same mistake ever again. He already found a few gems during his past weeks. For example, he highly treasured Berry. Not just her unique spirit, and her outstanding spirit fusion, but also her good personality and kind heart.

He looked at her, at Lang, at Peter, at others around them, and felt like he was blessed to know such youngsters once he returned back to life.

Like this, he'd start his grand plan of forming his own team early on. And that was at least going to help in the big war that'd erupt many years to come.

By then, they'd grow to be much stronger than they were now. William just remained silent, drifted in his own thoughts and plans until the class finished.

Thanks to the immense destruction here, the rest of classes got cancelled.