Your Methods Are Wild!

Four days later, Jiang Ming and the Coachman each rode a sturdy horse, gazing at the distant, faintly visible Shrek Academy from a broad road.

"Young Master Jiang, we're here! Up ahead is Shrek City. Follow this road for a few dozen more kilometers, and you'll reach Shrek Academy!"

The Coachman's expression was strange. He looked as if he wanted to cry but could not, and as if he wanted to laugh but could not. His entire face was twisted with conflict.

"Mm, I see it. It really is spectacular!"

Jiang Ming looked toward the majestic structure in the distance, breathing in the fresh oxygen released by the surrounding vegetation through photosynthesis. His eyes brimmed with anticipation.

Shrek Academy. It truly lived up to its reputation!

"Um... Young Master Jiang, since we've reached Shrek Academy, I'll be leaving first."

The Coachman cautiously glanced at Jiang Ming and spoke softly.

In just four short days, Jiang Ming's image in his mind had changed several times.

At first, he had seemed kind and amiable. Then, a heaven-blessed genius. After that, a madman. And now, kind and amiable again.

Sigh, it was hard to put into words!

"Huh? You're leaving already? Aren't you going to Shrek City with me for a look around?"

Jiang Ming looked at the Coachman in surprise. They had gotten along quite well over the past few days, and he had thought the man would enter Shrek City with him for a stroll.

"No, no. I still have things to do over there. I need to hurry back."

The Coachman waved both hands in panic, forcing an extremely strained smile onto his face.

"You have something to do? All right, then. You go back first. I'll head to Shrek Academy by myself."

As he spoke, Jiang Ming dismounted and handed the reins to the Coachman, intending to walk the rest of the way.

A few dozen kilometers was not far. At his pace, he would arrive in a little over an hour.

The Coachman accepted the reins with some flattered surprise, kicked his legs into motion, and turned to leave.

"Oh, right. I accidentally blew up your carriage earlier. Sorry about that."

Jiang Ming's apologetic voice sounded from behind him, and the Coachman instinctively turned back for a look.

Jiang Ming was already sprinting wildly toward Shrek Academy. A small pouch traced a graceful arc through the air and landed steadily in the Coachman's hand.

The Coachman opened the pouch and found several Gold Soul Coins lying quietly inside.

He put away the pouch and looked at Jiang Ming racing toward Shrek Academy, his expression complicated.

They had come here by carriage, but yesterday, while Jiang Ming had been studying Soul Tools, yet another small accident had occurred.

Jiang Ming had made a minor mistake while engraving a Core Magic Array. There had been no time to throw it away, so he had shot out of the carriage and dragged the Coachman off with him.

That had been the Core Magic Array of a Rank Four Soul Tool! Its power was easy to imagine—their carriage had instantly been obliterated in an explosion!

It had been a thrilling experience. At least, for the Coachman, it was something he would never forget for the rest of his life!

And because their carriage had been blown to pieces, from yesterday until today, the two of them had ridden the only two horses left from the carriage to get here.

"Good luck."

The Coachman silently wished Jiang Ming well in his heart, then left without looking back.

Even with compensation, he did not want to stay around Jiang Ming any longer.

After all, no one knew whether the next explosion might blow him away too.

On the main road outside Shrek City, Jiang Ming broke into a sprint, leaving shallow marks one after another on the solid road.

"Huff... ha... huff... ha."

Despite the high-intensity run, Jiang Ming's breathing was neither rushed nor uneven, but perfectly rhythmic. The shallow marks beneath his feet were spaced as if they had been measured, each interval exactly the same.

A journey of a few dozen li was not long, but it was still quite demanding for a Twelve Years Old boy.

However, it placed absolutely no pressure on Jiang Ming.

One of his martial souls specialized in strengthening physical fitness. Moreover, Clear Water City was originally an imperial frontier city, and for self-defense, Nie Heng had taught him to train his body from a young age.

Not to mention running lightly dressed like this—even in iron clothing, he would still handle it with ease.

"Good lord, there really are a lot of people coming to register at Shrek!"

Jiang Ming silently marveled as he ran.

He ran along the roadside, nearly maintaining the same speed as the carriages on the road without showing the slightest strain.

People in the passing carriages leaned out their windows to look at Jiang Ming curiously. When they saw that he was a youth about their own age, they were immediately astonished.

A rather luxurious carriage decorated with icy snowflake patterns passed beside Jiang Ming. A girl who looked like a porcelain doll poked her head out and cast him a curious gaze.

Jiang Ming sensed the girl's gaze, turned his head slightly, and smiled. His smile was like sunlight, giving off an incredibly warm feeling.

When Ling Luochen saw Jiang Ming smile at her, she froze. A blush appeared on her fair, delicate face, as though she were a little shy.

She withdrew back into the carriage, her little head filled with Jiang Ming's smile.

She had seen handsome guys before, but this was the first time she had seen someone as handsome as Jiang Ming! And for some reason, the moment she saw him, she felt her heartbeat quicken considerably.

It was a very strange feeling, a little beyond her control.

The journey of a few dozen li was not long, and Jiang Ming soon arrived beneath Shrek City's eastern gate.

Before coming, Nie Heng had already asked around and made everything clear for him. Once he saw Shrek City, he was to enter through the east gate, proceed to Shrek Academy, and then register at the New Student Teaching Building.

The process was simple, much like registering for school in his previous life.

Soon, under the guidance of students stationed at the entrance, Jiang Ming entered Shrek Academy.

After entering Shrek Academy, Jiang Ming headed straight toward the Soul Tool Department.

On the way here, several Core Magic Arrays in his Level 4 Soul Cannon shells had kept malfunctioning, and he still had not resolved the issue.

As the continent's number one academy, Shrek Academy should have teachers or senior students who could easily answer his questions about a mere Rank Four Soul Tool.

With a desire to learn, Jiang Ming walked toward the gray Teaching Building belonging to the Soul Tool Department.

Only a few people stood beneath the Soul Tool Department's New Student Teaching Building. There were several tables and chairs, with two men and two women seated there, each responsible for registration and handing out dormitory keys and School Uniforms.

Jiang Ming walked over with a smile. He touched the Storage Ring at his waist, and a Gold Soul Coin appeared in his hand.

"Hello."

"Little brother, are you here to register? Come, come, fill out this registration form first. Molly, get this little brother a set of School Uniforms!"

A senior student wearing a yellow School Uniform took out a registration form with a cheerful smile, looking quite pleased.

"Um, I'm not here to register. I chose the Martial Soul Department. I came here because I wanted to ask the seniors some questions about Soul Tools. These questions have been troubling me for days."

Jiang Ming explained his purpose, then unobtrusively placed the Gold Soul Coin in the senior student's hand.

"Huh?"

The four third-year Soul Tool Department seniors were all dumbfounded. He was registering for the Martial Soul Department, yet he had come to the Soul Tool Department to ask questions?

Although Shrek Academy's rules stated that students only needed to decide between the Martial Soul Department and Soul Tool Department after their third year, choosing the Soul Tool Department from the beginning was also allowed. Before the third year, it was a matter of complete freedom. But once they reached the third year, they had to clearly determine their cultivation direction!

The senior student who had received Jiang Ming's Gold Soul Coin stared at it in disbelief, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

He looked at Jiang Ming with an extremely strange expression.

"Little brother, you registered for the Martial Soul Department but came to the Soul Tool Department to ask questions? Your methods are wild!"