Shrek Academy

"Senior, who are you, and why are you stopping me?"

Liu Yi stared coldly into the distance, but at that moment, an icy voice came from behind him.

"It's nothing."

Liu Yi hurriedly turned around and retreated several steps, putting some distance between himself and the person before him.

"Oh, to have achieved so much at such a young age—you truly are a formidable young talent."

"Who exactly are you, Senior?"

"Don't worry. I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to recruit you."

Liu Yi frowned deeply. Judging from his aura, the black-clad man before him was clearly a Titled Douluo. Titled Douluo were exceedingly rare on this continent, yet such a powerful figure had appeared tonight.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Chen Xin, a guardian elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Upon hearing the name Chen Xin, Liu Yi froze for a moment. He had not expected this black-clad man to be his uncle.

"The Sect Master told me that you possess extraordinary talent. Would you be willing to join my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? You may choose whatever resources you wish."

Liu Yi chuckled. "I never expected this junior to stand out so much that Sword Douluo himself would come personally. I'm truly flattered."

Sword Saint Chen Xin smiled softly. If Liu Yi had not become a Soul Emperor at such a young age, he would not have come in person.

Only this could demonstrate the sincerity of their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Young man, may I take a look at your Martial Soul?"

Liu Yi nodded, circulating his Soul Power. With a wave of his right hand, a Seven Kill Sword radiating a chilling aura appeared in his palm.

Sword Saint Chen Xin's pupils contracted, and then he burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha! It really is you! I didn't quite believe it at first, but the moment I saw your Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul, I knew."

"Whose son are you?"

Liu Yi cupped his hands. "My father is Chen Long."

Upon hearing the name Chen Long, Chen Xin was visibly stunned. His right hand slowly rose, his eyes filled with pain.

"You... you... are Long Ge's son?"

At this moment, even Chen Xin's voice trembled with excitement.

"That is correct."

"Hahaha! So many years have passed, and Long Ge already has a son. Hahaha! Where is your father now?"

"My father is no longer with us."

Sword Saint Chen Xin frowned and hurried over, grabbing Liu Yi by both arms. His voice was somewhat hoarse.

"What did you say?! He's gone? Impossible, absolutely impossible! Long Ge became a Titled Douluo even earlier than I did. How could he have fallen? What exactly happened?!"

Liu Yi answered according to his memories, "About ten years ago, my father died at the hands of the Clear Sky Sect's youngest Titled Douluo."

"You mean Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao?"

"That's right. My father pursued strength wholeheartedly, so he challenged Tang Hao. Unexpectedly, Tang Hao severely wounded him. Not long after he returned, he passed away."

Sword Saint Chen Xin's entire body trembled, and his eyes had already turned blood-red.

"Clear Sky Sect! What a Clear Sky Sect! What a Tang Hao! One day, I will make them repay this blood debt in blood!"

"Nephew, don't worry. Your uncle will definitely avenge you. Now, come back with me. With your uncle here, no one will ever bully you."

However, Liu Yi refused. "No, Uncle. I still have matters to attend to, so..."

Sword Saint Chen Xin nodded heavily. "All right. If anything happens, come directly to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to find me. Your uncle will always be there."

"Yes, Uncle."

Liu Yi had thought Chen Xin would immediately seek revenge on Tang Hao, but it seemed that would be impossible.

In his memories, Tang Hao had lived in seclusion for many years, and his strength had long reached Rank 97, while Chen Xin was only Rank 96.

Among Titled Douluo, even a single rank of difference was like heaven and earth, not to mention that Tang Hao possessed the Haotian Hammer, the number one Tool Martial Soul in the world.

Sword Douluo calmed himself and gently patted Liu Yi on the shoulder.

"Nephew, your uncle has wronged you, and I have wronged your father as well. From today onward, your uncle will make it up to you."

Liu Yi cupped his hands. "Uncle, you think too highly of this matter."

"No. If not for Long Ge, I would have died decades ago. Now, heh..."

"If anything happens, you can go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to find me. Your uncle still has matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."

Liu Yi nodded. "Farewell, Uncle Jian."

As Sword Saint Chen Xin vanished, Liu Yi also set off, flying straight toward Suotuo City, which belonged to the Balak Kingdom.

After a day of travel, Liu Yi finally arrived at the village outside Suotuo City.

After asking the villagers for information, Liu Yi made his way to Shrek Academy.

At this time, Shrek Academy was recruiting disciples.

At the village entrance stood a table, behind which sat an old man in his sixties, filling out some forms.

Before him, twelve-year-old children stood in an orderly line, each accompanied by their parents.

A commotion broke out at the front of the line. One boy's father roared angrily, cursing at the old man.

"Why won't you let us study here? I've already paid the money. If you won't let us study, refund it to me immediately, or I'll report you to the Balak Kingdom."

The old man glanced at the man and said calmly, "Are you planning to fight me? Dai Mubai, someone wants their registration fee back. Come deal with this. Our academy has rules.

"Registration fees are nonrefundable. If you're dissatisfied, go ahead and report us."

At that moment, a figure suddenly shot over from the distance. It was Dai Mubai, one of the Shrek Seven Devils and the possessor of the Evil White Tiger!

Dai Mubai stared coldly at the man.

"You're the one who wants the registration fee back? Fine. As long as you can defeat me, I'll return every last coin!"

Dai Mubai stepped forward with his right leg, and his aura suddenly erupted. Driven by his Soul Power, three soul rings abruptly appeared around his body: yellow, yellow, purple.

As the three soul rings emerged, the father and son immediately revealed terrified expressions.

"Y-you... you people!" The man's chest heaved violently, fury blazing in his eyes. When he saw that Dai Mubai's third soul ring was a thousand-year soul ring, his body suddenly trembled.

"You Shrek people have gone too far! I'll consider myself unlucky today, but one day, we'll get even!"

"Son, let's go!"

The man turned and fled in disgrace with his son.

Seeing this, everyone wore unpleasant expressions and turned to leave the Shrek Academy registration area with their children. Although ten Gold Soul Coins was not a great deal, to ordinary families like theirs, it was an astronomical sum.

"Next!"

Following the old man's angry shout, the others stepped forward to be tested.

Shrek only accepted monsters, and they had set a requirement for these children: they had to reach Soul Power Rank 20 or above by the age of twelve to enter Shrek. Otherwise, none would be accepted.

Soon, the people ahead had all completed their tests. Aside from a girl in white and a girl in black, not a single person had entered Shrek.