Lin Yaoyang walked along the road beside the teaching building towards the dormitory area.
Passing by the bulletin board, he glanced at it.
It was covered with class assignment lists, and many freshmen were gathered there, craning their necks to find their names and their homeroom Teacher.
He didn’t stop to look.
Because at the time of registration, he already knew which class he had been assigned to.
Freshman Class 1.
The homeroom Teacher, Zhou Yi.
The corner of Lin Yaoyang’s mouth twitched slightly.
Zhou Yi, the famous “extreme Teacher” of the Shrek outer court, was known for being strictly extreme.
In her class, it was common for students to cry and scream for their parents, and it wasn’t rare for them to be scolded until they questioned their existence.
However, these weren’t the main points.
The point was that this woman was a die-hard believer of Yu Xiaogang.
Her loyalty to Shrek and her worship of Yu Xiaogang’s theories were almost carved into her bones.
Lin Yaoyang looked up at the tall dormitory building in the distance, his orange-red short hair shining exceptionally bright in the sunlight.
“Since Heaven has let me face this old woman, Zhou Yi…” He muttered to himself, the arc of his mouth slowly widening, revealing a somewhat dangerous smile.
“Then I have no choice but to become an Incarnation of the Problem Child.”
He took a step and walked towards the dormitory building.
…
Freshman teaching building, Director Du Weilun’s office.
A Teacher held a document in his hand, jogging along the corridor, his hurried footsteps creating a series of “da da da” sounds on the floor.
He pushed open the office door, panting, forgetting even to knock.
Inside the office, behind a wide desk, sat a man in white.
He was about forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a small, meticulously trimmed beard on his chin.
He looked refined, but there was an inherent, stern authority between his brows.
Director of the Shrek outer court Martial Soul Department, Director Du Weilun.
“What is it?
Why the rush!” Director Du Weilun looked up, his brows slightly furrowed.
What he disliked most was this kind of reckless behavior.
“Director, there is a monster!”
A monster?
Director Du Weilun’s brows furrowed even tighter.
What monster?
Did a Spirit Beast attack?
The Teacher walked to the desk in two or three steps and handed over the document in his hand.
He took the document and flipped to the first page indifferently.
Then, his eyebrows shot up.
Twelve years old, Soul Power Rank 42.
Director Du Weilun’s gaze lingered on that line for a full five seconds, confirming he hadn’t misread it.
He looked up at the Teacher, then lowered his head to read the document again.
Lin Yaoyang, twelve years old, four-ring Spirit Ancestor.
Spirit, Apollo?
Recommendation letter source: Lingxue City, Heavenly Soul Empire.
What kind of Spirit is Apollo?
Director Du Weilun was silent for a moment, placed the document on the table, and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.
“A twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor…” He repeated in a low voice, his tone filled with surprise and a hint of complexity.
Having taught at Shrek for so many years, he had seen too many Geniuses.
But a twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor, even in the history of this continent’s number one academy, was a rare existence.
“Director,” the Teacher said impatiently, “Although Lin Yaoyang is only twelve, his cultivation is already higher than students in the third or even fourth grade.
Do you think…
should we promote him to the third or fourth grade?”
Director Du Weilun did not answer immediately.
He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk, his gaze lingering on the document for a long time.
“Which class is he assigned to now?” He asked.
“Freshman Class 1.”
The Teacher paused, then added, his tone carrying a hint of subtlety: “Zhou Yi’s class.”
Director Du Weilun’s brows immediately furrowed deeply.
Zhou Yi.
This name gave him a headache.
This woman’s temper was known throughout the outer court.
Strict, harsh, and unreasonable.
In her class, it was common for students to be scolded to tears, and it wasn’t rare for them to be punished with running laps until they vomited.
What was even more terrifying was that she often threatened to expel students, and she meant what she said.
The elimination rate of the classes she led remained consistently above one-third.
But at the same time, the students she produced were the best.
The proportion of students who graduated from her class and eventually entered the Inner Court was nearly one-quarter, far exceeding the average level of other classes.
This achievement made everyone afraid to voice their anger regarding her teaching methods.
Nothing else.
Only because.
Her husband was the cheif Teacher and vice dean of the Soul Guidance Department, an eighth-Rank Soul Engineer.
An eighth-Rank Soul Engineer…
that was a rarity in Shrek Academy.
Director Du Weilun rubbed his temples.
A twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor, with peerless talent, would inevitably be proud.
If his personality were any more unruly, and he ended up in Zhou Yi’s hands…
He didn’t dare to think any further.
“Let’s leave it at that for now.” Director Du Weilun stood up and picked up the document on the table.
“I will go report to the Dean and discuss what to do.”
The Teacher nodded: “Alright, I’ll be going then.”
He turned and left the office, closing the door behind him.
Director Du Weilun stood by the window, watching the students coming and going on the campus outside, and sighed softly.
A twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor…
whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is hard to say.
…
Dormitory building.
Lin Yaoyang walked along the path in the dormitory area and arrived in front of a gray-white building.
Six stories high, square and upright, with no special design, just big—big enough to hold all the students.
At the entrance of the building, on a dilapidated recliner, sat a very old man.
The old man was wearing gray cloth clothes, and the deep gullies of wrinkles on his face were enough to crush double-digit flies at the same time.
His eyes were dim and yellow, his eyelids drooping, looking like a candle in the wind, ready to pass away at any moment.
The afternoon sun shone right on him, and he lay half-reclined on the chair, squinting his eyes, looking quite comfortable.
Lin Yaoyang’s footsteps paused slightly.
He looked at the old man, his gaze lingering on him for a moment.
Dragon God Douluo, Mu En.
Who would have thought that this old man, who looked like he was already half-buried in the ground, would be the anchor of Shrek Academy, a ninety-nine-Rank Limit Douluo?
One can only say, you cannot judge a book by its cover.
Lin Yaoyang withdrew his gaze, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded slightly towards Mu En as a greeting.
Then, he stepped into the dormitory building.
The moment he turned around, Mu En on the recliner opened his eyes.
In those murky old eyes, a flash of sharp light flickered.
He watched Lin Yaoyang’s back disappear into the building entrance, remained silent for a long while, and then a smile slowly appeared on his lips.
This youth…
how could he have such a rich aura of light on him?
Mu En’s Bright Dragon Spirit was of the light attribute, so he was extremely sensitive to the aura of light.
And from this orange-red haired youth, he felt a power of light that even surprised him.
That aura was too pure.
So pure that it might even be Ultimate Light.
An Ultimate attribute…
Mu En closed his eyes again, the smile on his face deepening.
Shrek Academy is about to welcome a monster Genius.
He lay back on the chair, his mind already beginning to calculate other things.
Perhaps…
his legacy could be inherited by someone.
See you in the next one!