“How could this be? Henry Carter can’t possibly even know forbidden divine arts—he must have guessed! Guessed!” Brian Cooper was extremely unwilling, his gaze toward Henry Carter filled with intense hostility. This was the first time in Class Three, Junior Division, that someone had outshone him!

Especially in front of Miss Grace!

This was undoubtedly a slap in his face!

Grace Hamilton was quite surprised. If he had only gotten one right, maybe it was a guess, but to guess all three correctly—the odds were just too small.

“Henry Carter, how did you know that those three divine patterns could form thirty-eight types of low-level spirit-grade divine arts, twelve types of mid-level spirit-grade divine arts, and six types of high-level spirit-grade divine arts?”

Miss Grace stared straight at Henry Carter, her clear black-and-white eyes sparkling like black gemstones. She was very puzzled—how could Henry Carter know this divine pattern knowledge?

Even she herself had always thought that those three divine patterns could only form thirty-six types of low-level spirit-grade divine arts, ten types of mid-level spirit-grade divine arts, and five types of high-level spirit-grade divine arts. It was only during her last discussion with the vice dean about the “Seventy-Two Divine Patterns of Ice” that she accidentally learned from the vice dean that some of them were forbidden arts inaccessible to ordinary people!

Henry Carter was just an ordinary student in Class Three, Junior Division, at Nanxing Academy. How could he possibly know this?

When teaching students, instructors never explain any forbidden divine arts, and the vast majority of books don’t record forbidden divine arts either. Only the twenty-eighth revised edition of the “Compendium of Divine Patterns” at the Holy Academy contains records of those forbidden arts.

The “Compendium of Divine Patterns” is a masterpiece compiled from the world’s greatest knowledge. Aside from divine pattern masters who specialize in this field, very few people study it, because the compendium is all-encompassing, with seventy-two volumes, each containing tens of millions of words—some people can’t finish reading it in a lifetime.

“Miss Grace, this is just common knowledge. If you read enough, you’ll naturally know…” Henry Carter shrugged, calmly answering Grace Hamilton’s question.

The brief exchange between Miss Grace and Henry Carter was overheard by the whole class, and everyone’s eyes turned to Henry Carter, their hearts surging with waves of emotion. Henry Carter was actually so proficient in divine pattern knowledge, even knowing some secret forbidden divine arts?!

Was this Henry Carter in front of them really the same timid, red-grade sea of consciousness “good-for-nothing” as before?

The students couldn’t help but look at Henry Carter with new eyes, their opinions of him beginning to waver.

Brian Cooper clenched his fists tightly and glared fiercely at Henry Carter. Even if Henry Carter happened to know some divine pattern knowledge, so what? Could Henry Carter possibly create his own divine arts? As long as he couldn’t do that, Henry Carter would always be trash with a red-grade sea of consciousness, forever unable to step into the martial artist realm!

Don’t think that just because you stole the spotlight in this class, you’re something special. You’re still just a one-star apprentice. Just wait until class is over and see how I’ll deal with you! Brian Cooper sat down angrily—his authority in the class was not to be challenged!

Although Henry Carter’s sea of consciousness talent was only red-grade, if he could master all kinds of divine pattern knowledge, maybe he had the potential to become a divine pattern master! Just like Emperor Chen Feng—if he could create basic divine arts step by step, he could gain the recognition of the power of the Heavenly Dao, and his sea of consciousness talent would gradually improve!

Miss Grace suddenly had a thought: “Everyone says Henry Carter is a martial arts failure, but could it be that he’s secretly studied a lot of divine pattern knowledge? No wonder he falls asleep in class—maybe he studies too late at night. Maybe he really does have the talent to become a divine pattern master?”

This thought made Miss Grace’s heart race. The value of cultivating a divine pattern master was hundreds of times greater than that of cultivating a martial artist!

“To become a divine pattern master, the most important thing is soul perception. Let’s test him again!”

Miss Grace looked up at Henry Carter.

“Take a look at this divine art!”

Miss Grace raised her jade hand, invisible mental power gathering at her fingertips, while the yuan force in her dantian quietly surged forth. Then, using her mental power as a brush and yuan force as ink, Miss Grace drew thirty-six divine patterns in the air.

The complex and intricate divine patterns combined in a mysterious way, forming a tidal pattern. Faintly, the sound of waves seemed to echo in their ears, and even a slight salty sea scent lingered at the tip of their noses. A powerful tidal force surged toward them.

If this was used in battle, the tidal force would erupt, each wave higher than the last, and its power would be truly astonishing.

Spirit-grade low-level divine art: Triple Tidal Palm!

The students stared unblinkingly at the tidal pattern floating in front of Miss Grace, their young faces filled with excitement and longing.

“Divine art, this is a divine art!”

Only upon reaching the seven-star apprentice realm would the yuan energy in the dantian be enough to support the use of divine arts. The students in the junior class weren’t strong enough, and even the top student, Brian Cooper, was only at the five-star apprentice level, not qualified to use divine arts. Suddenly seeing Miss Grace display a divine art, the students couldn’t help but get excited.

“Let’s see if you can spot the problem!”

Miss Grace looked straight at Henry Carter, her expectant gaze slightly heated. To test Henry Carter’s soul perception, she had deliberately left a flaw when performing this divine art, making its power a bit less than that of a normal Triple Tidal Palm.

“Something’s not right!”