Volume One

"Xiao San, where I go is my own business. It's best you worry less about things that don't concern you." Su Xing didn't offer any further explanation, gave a cold reply, and turned to leave the testing area.

Yesterday in the lobby of the Rose Hotel, Zhu Zhuqing had seen Tang San ready to fight to the death with Dai Mubai over a room, so her impression of Tang San was quite deep, though not a particularly good one.

Not far from the second round testing point, a man with a thick, bushy beard was pushing a small cart and hawking his wares.

This man was dressed in simple gray clothes, and his large peach-blossom eyes wandered from time to time among the girls in the line of examinees.

Faced with this question, Dai Mubai was instantly dumbfounded, not knowing how to explain it for a moment, and under the disdainful gazes of the crowd, his old face flushed bright red.

It was clear that Dai Mubai was terrified that Zhu Zhuqing might eat Oscar's sausage.

Hearing Dai Mubai's words, Xiao Wu couldn't help but speak up: "According to you, this academy picks students even more strictly than picking a wife. In the end, there probably won't be many people who can pass the entrance exam."

The teacher in charge of the second round of testing also showed undisguised surprise on his face, saying: "It seems there are quite a few little monsters this year; five of them showed up all at once. Good, good, truly excellent. Mubai, take these five to the fourth round."

"Th-this... this is also what I heard from the Dean."

"Hmm." Dai Mubai nodded in response, his evil eyes glancing from time to time toward Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.

Immediately, the bearded man was also stunned for a moment and said: "You've heard my story?"

"Wait, I have a question. The enrollment standard for Shrek Academy is thirteen years old, and the academy has been running for only twenty-some years. To become an elder of Martial Soul Hall, one must at least reach the Title Douluo realm. Even if that student was from the first batch of graduates, they would only be thirty-something years old. A Title Douluo under forty years old—it seems that has never happened on this continent, has it?" Su Xing suddenly spoke up.

Suddenly, a soft, mushy voice rang out.

Dai Mubai had black lines on his forehead as he forced an explanation.

"Xiao Ao, what are you doing? I think I've warned you more than once not to sell sausages in the academy. Do you want to make everyone vomit?"

"You know that Blue Silver Grass soul master?" Seeing the conversation between Su Xing and Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing was slightly startled and asked with some confusion.

Dai Mubai's face revealed a hint of pride as he said: "The Dean has said that we would rather have nothing than settle for low quality. Even if Shrek Academy were to close its doors in the end, the academy would never accept trash. Since the academy was founded over twenty years ago, it has admitted a total of sixty-two students, but only fourteen have actually graduated."

Hearing this, Oscar wore a bitter expression: "Boss Dai, we've been classmates for years, after all. Doing this will damage my image in the eyes of the juniors."

In an instant, the white crystal in Xiao Wu's hand suddenly shone with a brilliant white light, filling every corner of the crystal. This was a sign that her soul power was about to reach level thirty.

"..." Zhu Zhuqing.

Hearing this, Dai Mubai laughed heartily and said: "This fourth round tests actual combat experience. Some students may have decent martial souls and be skilled in controlling them, but because they grew up in noble families, they know nothing about real-world combat. The academy does not accept students raised in honey pots like that."

Following that, Tang San walked over to Su Xing, nodded slightly, and asked with some inexplicable tone: "I really didn't expect you to come to Shrek Academy. Didn't you tell the teacher that you didn't think much of this Shrek Academy?"

She walked up to the testing teacher, picked up a white crystal ball that had just been brought over, and then a bright white light appeared within it. Clearly, her soul power was also over level twenty-five.

"Oscar?" Hearing this, Su Xing was stunned for a moment, as if remembering something.

During the years Tang San spent at Nuoding Academy, influenced by the poor character of Yu Xiaogang, his relationship with Su Xing was no longer as harmonious as it had been back in Holy Soul Village.

Then, a red figure with a scorpion braid appeared silently beside her, and the next second, the white crystal ball in her hand was gone.

The next moment, Xiao Wu handed the white crystal ball in her hand to Tang San, and before long, an equally intense white light burst forth, leaving the examinees dumbfounded.

"Hmph, Brother, why are you paying attention to this little bastard? Let's go, let's go take the second round of testing."

Seeing this, Xiao Wu made a face at Su Xing, snorted coldly, and turned to pull Tang San's hand, preparing to test their soul power.

A crisp voice rang out: "Wait a moment, I heard them say that as long as your soul power reaches level twenty-five, you can be exempted from the second and third rounds of testing. I think I should be able to as well."

"After these fourteen people left the academy, every one of them became a world-renowned figure in the soul master world. The most outstanding one among them has now become the youngest elder in Martial Soul Hall, with authority second only to the Pope."

"Brother, let's try it too." Dai Mubai and the others were just about to leave.

"Uh..., no, but your face is written full of stories." Su Xing looked in surprise at the thick beard on Oscar's face, thinking to himself that with this much hair, saying he was thirty wouldn't be an exaggeration.

By the end, Dai Mubai's emotions had clearly become agitated; he was obviously extremely respectful toward that senior who had become an elder of Martial Soul Hall.

Dai Mubai snorted and said: "Watch yourself, go sell your sausages outside the academy. Let's go, I'll take you two directly to the fourth round."

The one who spoke was a young girl. She had hair reaching her waist and an exquisitely fair face. Although her figure wasn't as explosive as Zhu Zhuqing's, it was very harmonious, and she gave off an ethereal feeling.

"Selling sausages, selling sausages! Everyone take a look, come and see, don't miss out. Oscar-brand big sausages, delicious and sweet, cheap and filling, only five copper coins each."

As the group walked toward the interior of the academy, Tang San ran up to Dai Mubai and asked: "Hello, senior, may I ask, what does the fourth round of the entrance exam test?"

No matter how she looked at it, she seemed like a well-educated noble girl.

But in the next second, the bearded sausage uncle suddenly leaned over and said enthusiastically: "You two, want a sausage? Eat my Oscar-brand sausage, and I guarantee you'll have an easier time passing the entrance exam."

Seeing Oscar trying to sell sausages to Su Xing and Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai rushed over in a panic and glared at Oscar unhappily.

"Yeah, we grew up in the same village. Let's go, let's head straight to the fourth round." Su Xing waved his hand, signaling for Zhu Zhuqing to follow him.