A Level 9 Soul Engineer capable of creating Soul Tools that could kill Level Ninety-Five, or even Level Ninety-Six, Titled Douluo—
Their value was even greater than that of ten Titled Douluo combined.
If Ding De'er could one day custom-fit such Soul Tools for all of Shrek Academy's upper-echelon powerhouses,
then Shrek Academy's overall strength would increase by twofold, perhaps even several times over.
This would be a qualitative leap.
The Ding De'er before them was practically a key figure in Shrek Academy's future.
And as Shrek Academy's acting master of the Sea God Pavilion, Xuan Zi naturally would not let this opportunity slip away.
At that thought, Xuan Zi even felt a little schadenfreude toward those old geezers of the Sun Moon Empire.
No one had expected such a Soul Tool genius to be driven by those old geezers into fleeing to Shrek Academy.
No one would refuse such a juicy prize delivered right to their doorstep, and neither would they.
So what if they offended the Sun Moon Empire? To protect Tang Lan, had they not already offended several major empires and the Holy Spirit Cult?
Adding one more Ding De'er seemed like nothing much.
However, these thoughts merely flashed through Xuan Zi's mind and did not show on his face.
Only Tang Lan keenly noticed Xuan Zi's little finger twitch slightly before curling into a fist.
Seeing this, Tang Lan smiled faintly, almost imperceptibly.
What followed was a series of arrangements concerning Ding De'er's admission into the academy. Tang Lan had no interest in any of it.
After casually greeting those old geezers, he returned to his residence.
The next day, as the first ray of morning sunlight shone into the room, Tang Lan slowly opened his eyes.
He had no idea what event the academy was