Old Man, Are You Really Powerful?

Under the Soul Tool Department Senior's "kind" gaze, Jiang Ming still braced himself and took out the Metal Block he had spent several days researching.

He had no choice; he was simply too curious!

On the way to Shrek Academy, he had solved some problems on his own, but there were still details he had not figured out.

As for the books... those reference books were useful, but they could only solve part of the problem.

The Soul Tool Department Senior frowned as he glanced at the Metal Block Jiang Ming had placed on the table, suppressing the urge to hit someone as he examined the patterns on it.

At first glance, such simple patterns were being brought out for questions? Wouldn't reading a book be enough to understand them?

At second glance, Hiss... these patterns have something to them!

At the third glance, the senior's brows had furrowed so deeply they were nearly touching, and his expression gradually turned solemn.

He carefully picked up the Metal Block from the table and inspected it closely.

After several minutes, he shook his head and looked at Jiang Ming with a trace of impatience.

"I'm telling you, little brother, are you really here to mess with us? You brought a Rank Four Soul Tool's Core Magic Array to ask us about? Thanks for thinking so highly of us!"

The senior slapped the Metal Block back into Jiang Ming's hand.

"Go on, go register with your Martial Soul Department. If you're late, you'll have to stand in a long line."

As he spoke, the senior waved his hand, urging Jiang Ming to leave quickly.

What a joke, a Rank Four Soul Tool!

They were only second- and third-year students of the Soul Tool Department. Being able to make a Rank 3 Soul Tool was already incredibly impressive. A Rank Four Soul Tool was as difficult as becoming a Soul Ancestor in the Martial Soul Department!

And barring anything unexpected, Soul Ancestors could graduate from the Outer Court!

If they could understand a Rank Four Soul Tool's Core Magic Array, would they still be here receiving new student registrations? Wouldn't preparing to enter the Inner Court be far better?!

Jiang Ming blinked after hearing the senior's words, understanding that these seniors could not solve his problem.

But it was only a Rank Four Soul Tool. This was Shrek Academy!

Jiang Ming was somewhat disappointed. He had originally thought this place could resolve his doubts, but it seemed he should first register with the Martial Soul Department and handle the important matter.

With that in mind, Jiang Ming glanced at the gray Soul Tool Department Teaching Building in the distance, memorizing its location and planning to sit in on classes when he had time.

The students might not know, but the teachers definitely would!

Paying one tuition fee to attend classes in two departments—what a steal!

After Jiang Ming left, the third-year seniors, who had just taken a blow from him, continued registering the younger students who had come to the Soul Tool Department.

After registering a new student and handing out his School Uniform and Dormitory Key, the group became idle again.

"Hey, Brother Xuan, do you think that Martial Soul Department kid from earlier might really already be a Rank 4 Soul Engineer?"

With nothing else to do, they began discussing what had just happened.

But the moment those words were spoken, the other three looked at the speaker as if he were an idiot.

"Forget everyone else—aren't you from the Soul Tool Department? Don't you know what a Rank 4 Soul Engineer means? He's a Twelve Years Old freshman! A Rank 4 Soul Engineer? Even the Sun Moon Empire might not have a genius like that!"

Brother Xuan was rather speechless.

If that person truly had talent with Soul Tools at that level, why would he register with the Martial Soul Department?! Could it be that his talent in martial souls was even greater than his talent with Soul Tools?

That was even more ridiculous!

Meanwhile, Jiang Ming had already arrived beneath the Martial Soul Department's New Student Teaching Building.

The Martial Soul Department's Teaching Building was far more colorful than the Soul Tool Department's. It came in four colors—white, yellow, purple, and black—with the white Teaching Building being the New Student Teaching Building.

When Jiang Ming reached the Registration Office, some people had already begun registering.

Fortunately, Jiang Ming had not wasted much time at the Soul Tool Department, so he did not have to wait in line for long before receiving his School Uniform and Dormitory Key.

At the registering senior's reminder, Jiang Ming learned that the Dormitory Building was behind the Teaching Building and not far away.

As he walked toward the Dormitory Building, he spotted a Notice Board in the distance with several notices posted on it.

Out of curiosity, Jiang Ming walked over to take a look.

The notice listed the Head Teacher of every class.

I'm in Class One. The Head Teacher is Zhou Yi?

Jiang Ming silently memorized the name before continuing toward the Dormitory Building.

He did not particularly care who his Head Teacher was. They were strangers anyway, so he would simply follow the arrangements.

Before long, Jiang Ming arrived beneath the Dormitory Building.

The Dormitory Building looked rather flashy. It was a six-story building painted in four different colors, with four entrances in corresponding colors. Each color represented the living area for students of a different grade.

Hmm, easy enough to understand!

Jiang Ming was a new student, so his dormitory was in the white area.

When he reached the White Building Entrance, Jiang Ming saw a very elderly Old Man.

He wore plain cloth clothes, his face covered in wrinkles. With his eyes half-closed, he lay in a recliner, enjoying the sunlight streaming through the gaps between the buildings.

"This is... the Dorm Manager?"

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up. He jogged over to the Old Man and examined this Dorm Manager.

"This is... way too old."

Jiang Ming frowned, unable to understand why Shrek Academy would let such a frail old man serve as a Dorm Manager.

Although the Dorm Manager at his school in his previous life had also been an old man, he had only been in his sixties or seventies—still in his prime among old men!

Jiang Ming was genuinely afraid that this old man might simply pass away while lying there.

"Dorm Manager Grandpa?"

Jiang Ming spoke softly, unsure whether the old man was asleep.

The old man seemed to have heard him. His half-closed eyes slowly opened, looking toward Jiang Ming beside him.

Jiang Ming instinctively looked into Dorm Manager Grandpa's eyes. He did not know whether it was an illusion, but the instant he saw them, it felt as though he were gazing upon an ocean brimming with Light Power. Its vastness nearly swallowed his consciousness whole!

But in the blink of an eye, Dorm Manager Grandpa's eyes became cloudy again, making him look like an ordinary frail old man.

"Was that... an illusion?"

Jiang Ming looked several more times, but Dorm Manager Grandpa's eyes remained just as dim, carrying the weathered vicissitudes of a life lived in the world.

"What is it?"

Dorm Manager Grandpa spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse and low.

"Oh, Dorm Manager Grandpa, I'm a new student. Do I need to register here?"

When he had first gone to a dormitory building in his previous life, he had always needed to register with the Dorm Manager.

"No. Show me your Dormitory Key and badge."

Dorm Manager Grandpa slowly extended his hand, and Jiang Ming quickly placed his Dormitory Key and badge into his dry, bony palm.

At the same time, Jiang Ming continued studying Dorm Manager Grandpa.

He did not believe what he had just seen was an illusion!

His body was perfectly healthy, his blood and vitality abundant, and his five senses sharp. The chances of suddenly hallucinating were far too low!

But this Dorm Manager Grandpa really did look completely ordinary.

Jiang Ming frowned, narrowed his eyes, and asked tentatively:

"Old Man, are you really powerful?"