Douluo Is Only the Beginning

" Tang Chuan, Level 71 Control System Battle Soul Master. Please advise." Facing the old man, Yun Chuan performed a standard Soul Master duel salute, completely unlike when he had faced Dai Mubai. He showed the most basic respect. Naturally, he also concealed his Soul Power level. After all, hiding one's strength was a basic skill one should possess when traveling for training.

"Mubai, you..." The old man looked at Dai Mubai, his expression indescribable. He had been put in an extremely awkward position.

Just as Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the parents of the students still registering thought they were about to see a good show, the old man silently withdrew his Long Staff Spirit and said to Yun Chuan, "I won't lower myself to your level."

In one-on-one Soul Master combat, Control System Battle Soul Masters were the strongest. The old man's Soul Power was already a full major realm lower than his, and now he was supposed to fight this freak? Wasn't that just asking to be beaten? The old man had no masochistic tendencies, so naturally he would not go looking for a beating for no reason.

Where did the dean find this monster? the old man marveled inwardly.

After all, what did becoming a Soul Saint at twenty-five mean?

The current record for the youngest Soul Saint in the Soul Master world was thirty years old, set by the Clear Sky Douluo—Yun Chuan's bargain-bin father in this life, Tang Hao. Yet this identity Yun Chuan was posing as had broken through to Soul Saint at only twenty-five, shattering the Clear Sky Douluo's record.

This meant that Tang Chuan would absolutely be able to break through to Titled Douluo in the future. Moreover, when he did, he would certainly be younger than the Clear Sky Douluo had been, breaking and refreshing the record for the youngest Titled Douluo!

This fight absolutely cannot happen!

Facing such a peerless genius with limitless potential, a true monster, backing down now would at most leave him embarrassed and cost him some face. But if they truly fought, he would be utterly humiliated—and might even receive a vicious beating!

The old man felt that if he did not want to completely lose face in his old age, he should just chicken out this once.

He sat back down in his chair and continued screening applicants, completely ignoring Yun Chuan at his side.

Watching the old man play deaf and dumb, Yun Chuan speechlessly withdrew his Martial Soul. He had no grudge against the old man; it had merely been a minor verbal clash. Since the old man had backed down, continuing to press the matter and actually fighting would mean becoming enemies with him for good.

Yun Chuan was not afraid, but why make an enemy for no reason? Wouldn't that be sick?

Shaking his head, Yun Chuan found a chair nearby and sat down as one of the academy's teachers, watching this classic scene with great interest.

The line of over a hundred people had steadily dwindled after the old man revealed his Martial Soul and made his announcement. Now, only a dozen or so applicants remained.

The old man did not seem to care about the number of students and continued his registration work. Those who remained clearly had confidence in passing his test. The next few young applicants all had Soul Power above level twenty and possessed two Soul Rings.

After paying the ten Gold Soul Coin registration fee, the old man told them that they had passed the first stage of the entrance examination and could enter the academy for the second stage. Dai Mubai would lead them inside. He was not only there to keep order, but also responsible for bringing students who passed the preliminary test into the academy.

Soon, after another person left, a girl familiar to Yun Chuan came into view. She wore a Blue-Green Long Dress, and her smooth coffee-brown hair fell behind her. Two thin braids secured the center-parted bangs at the sides of her head. Beneath those bangs was a delicate oval face, fair and tender with a faint blush. She was pretty and adorable, brimming with the youthful vitality unique to young girls.

Her eyes were the color of sapphires, sparkling beneath her long lashes. Her entire presence gave off a fresh, elegant air.

Who else could it be but Ning Rongrong, whom he had met before?

As Ning Rongrong stepped forward, her beautiful sapphire-like eyes met Yun Chuan's deep, lovely black ones. Yun Chuan smiled at her and blinked, taking it as a greeting.

Ning Rongrong's pretty face reddened. She hurriedly looked away and avoided his gaze. Silently, she summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul. The moment the dazzling glazed crystal pagoda appeared, the old man in charge of registration let out a surprised sound. Uncertainty appeared on his face as he frowned and asked, "Does your family know you came here?"

After calming herself, Ning Rongrong did not answer his question directly. She merely smiled and said, "They say education should make no distinctions. As long as I meet the academy's requirements, you have no reason not to accept me, right?"

The old man hesitated for a moment before waving to Dai Mubai. "Take her inside."

Dai Mubai looked at this rare beauty before him, his eyes incomparably calm. In the past, he would have long since worn a lecherous expression. Yet for some reason, over the past two days, he had felt exceptionally composed. Even when facing a beauty like Ning Rongrong, his expression remained unusually indifferent. With a cold face, he led her into the academy.

The applicants after that quickly passed the old man's first round of testing. At last, it was Tang San and Xiao Wu's turn.

By then, Dai Mubai had returned to the old man's side after escorting several applicants inside.

Tang San suddenly noticed that Dai Mubai's gaze had changed. He was staring fixedly in the direction behind Tang San, as though he had seen something unbelievable.

Tang San instinctively turned around. Though he did not lose his composure like Dai Mubai, his heart still gave a faint jolt. Behind him and Xiao Wu, only one applicant remained, and she seemed to have arrived not long ago. She was another girl, appearing slightly younger than Tang San and Xiao Wu. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and her face was slightly lowered. She was about the same height as the girl in the white dress earlier, with similarly fair skin.

Yet this girl gave people a distinctly different impression. Her extremely voluptuous figure was truly at odds with her age. If one did not look at her face, one might easily mistake her for an adult girl. Her especially magnificent chest would draw the gaze of every man—a childlike face and huge breasts.

In contrast to her fiery figure, the girl's expression was frigid. It was coldness from the depths of her heart, a pure coldness. Her black eyes did not seem to contain even a trace of life, clashing somewhat with her originally beautiful face. Her limbs were slender and well-proportioned, her hands hanging naturally at her sides. The deathly chill she radiated made people uncomfortable.

That must be the little kitten, Zhu Zhuqing! Yun Chuan, seated nearby, watched with interest. With such obvious, distinctive traits, coupled with Dai Mubai's reaction, he immediately confirmed the girl's identity.

"Are you registering or not? If not, don't stand in the way." The old man's voice pulled Tang San from his thoughts.

Pain shot through Tang San's hand. Turning his head, he found Xiao Wu glaring fiercely at him.

"We're registering together." Enduring the pain in his hand, Tang San placed the twenty Gold Soul Coins he had prepared into the wooden box. Then he and Xiao Wu held out their hands together.

The old man first pinched Xiao Wu's hand, nodded, and said, "Your age is suitable."

When his hand moved to Tang San's, he could not help making another surprised sound. As though unwilling to believe it, the old man pinched Tang San's hand several more times, and his expression immediately became strange. Looking up at Tang San, he asked, "Have you practiced some kind of Soul Skill with your hands?"

The reason he pinched applicants' hands was to determine their true ages through the bones in their palms. This could not be faked. Yet Tang San's hand was exceptionally flexible, and he could not make out the condition of the bones at all.

Tang San's heart tightened, and he nodded. "Yes."

The old man frowned. "Raise your lower leg."

Tang San did as instructed, lifting his lower leg onto the desk. The old man pinched it several times through his pants, and Tang San immediately felt a numb, aching sensation.

The old man nodded at him. "Your muscles are well developed. Your bone age is suitable. All right, release both of your Martial Souls."

Tang San and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance, then simultaneously activated the Soul Power in their bodies. Blue and red light rose at the same time, and century-old Soul Rings floated up around them.

Rabbit ears emerged, white fluffy fur appeared on Xiao Wu's hands, and her body became even more slender.

The most ordinary Blue Silver Grass grew from Tang San's palm. As the Soul Ring effect flowed into it, it rapidly transformed into the same grass vines Yun Chuan had displayed when fighting Dai Mubai that day.

The old man merely glanced casually at Xiao Wu before his gaze fell on Tang San. "Your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass too? Blue Silver Grass can cultivate this quickly?"

Tang San smiled faintly and glanced toward Yun Chuan, who was sitting behind the old man with a relaxed expression. Though he said nothing, the meaning he conveyed was obvious.

The old man was stunned by his look, then quickly understood. Wasn't that freak with the same surname, sitting behind him, also a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul user? Since when could a useless Martial Soul cultivate to such a high level?

They even shared the same surname and had the same Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Could they be related?

After his thoughts raced, the old man helplessly shook his head and said, "All right, you pass. Mubai, take them inside."

"Yes."

Dai Mubai came forward, expressionless, though his gaze still seemed fixed on the direction behind Tang San.

Soon after escorting the two inside, Dai Mubai ran back out. His eyes were still fixed on Zhu Zhuqing, but Zhu Zhuqing completely ignored him. She merely stood quietly in place like a doll.

A moment later, everyone had finished their tests.

Only Zhu Zhuqing successfully registered.

Dai Mubai led Zhu Zhuqing into Shrek Academy.

Having watched for quite a while and grown somewhat drowsy, Yun Chuan knew that it would soon be his turn. He slowly stood, stretched lazily, then turned around and walked step by step toward the academy.

He would be the examiner for the fourth stage.

He had waited several days and even deliberately joined Shrek Academy.

Wasn't it all for today?

Once he gave Tang San a beating and then fought that bargain-bin father of his, Yun Chuan would leave this place and continue on his journey of training.

After all, unlike Tang San and the others, he had no time to hole up in this tiny place and play house. As a transmigrator with a cheat, his journey was the endless Myriad Realms!!

Douluo Continent was only his starting point, not his destination!