The Little Witch's Vanished Nature—From Now On, You Can Only Call Me Black Robe Number Three!

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, council hall.

At the head of the hall stood a large rosewood chair carved with ornate patterns. A massive piece of top-grade warm jade was set into its backrest, emerald green throughout.

At that moment, a refined and gentle-looking middle-aged man in his forties sat upright in the chair.

His gaze rested on a young man in white fitted clothing kneeling below.

"Sect Master! The young miss has successfully enrolled in Shrek Academy!" The young man spoke with great respect, keeping his head lowered and not daring to look up.

The middle-aged man nodded, a trace of helplessness appearing on his face. "It's good to let Rong Rong go out and temper herself... How is Shrek?"

"...There is at least one Spirit Saint and several Spirit Emperors within Shrek. This subordinate is incompetent and could not infiltrate to investigate, but I have already delivered your letter to a teacher of Shrek Academy."

The middle-aged man seemed to recall something, and the helplessness on his face became a faint smile. "Shrek Academy... the Golden Iron Triangle, Flender, oh Flender... I'd like to see what you can turn my little witch into."

"..."

The sky gradually darkened.

Flender stood on Shrek Academy's great training ground, looking at the eight students before him.

His gaze was sharp, though there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Especially when he looked at the pale-faced Ning Rongrong.

He subconsciously touched the letter tucked inside his clothes.

He even began to wonder whether what it said was true.

Could a pampered, impulsive, arrogant young lady really run twenty laps?

Ning Rongrong's performance had rendered the speech he had prepared completely useless.

A faint smile lingered in Xiao Xian's eyes as he watched Flender.

When he and Xiao Jue had been cultivating on the roof, Flender had stood nearby, staring toward the outskirts of the village.

The confusion on that shoehorn-shaped face of his had practically overflowed.

Flender ultimately withdrew his gaze, swept his eyes over the group, and slowly said, "Oscar, Tang San, and Ning Rongrong. You performed very well today. The next class has nothing to do with you. Go rest."

"The rest of you, prepare to leave. You are about to begin Shrek Academy's first lesson. Let me make this clear beforehand: it won't be easy. If your performance isn't good enough..."

Flender's voice lowered as his cold gaze swept over Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

"You won't need the academy to teach you. Even if you don't die, you'll lose a layer of skin."

Zhu Zhuqing's expression did not change much, only becoming even colder.

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue.

At noon, Tang San had finished early as though nothing had happened and eaten lunch with them.

She had thought Shrek Academy's classes were not that intense.

But when Ning Rongrong returned to the dormitory that afternoon, she had been exhausted like a dead dog. Xiao Wu had nearly thought she was about to croak.

She had asked Tang San for several Blue Silver Sugarcanes and even gotten scolded by him.

Oscar had not looked much better either, barely making it in time for lunch.

Flender waved his hand and was just about to have everyone set off.

Tang San raised his hand and stepped forward.

"Dean, can I join them for tonight's lesson? My martial soul has some combat ability, and I know Senior Brother's Self-Created Soul Skill as well."

At those words, Oscar's expression turned bitter.

Bro, did you really have to be this competitive?

Brother Xian was competitive, and so were you...!

You martial brothers really were cut from the same cloth!

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun seemed to think of something as well, and helplessness appeared on their faces.

Flender was somewhat surprised, but not entirely.

When Tang San had handed him Master's letter at noon, he had already realized it.

One disciple was from the Summoning System. There was no need to say more.

The other was from the Food System, yet could also be considered half a Control System Spirit Master. With his Self-Created Soul Skill, he could even count as half an Assault System Spirit Master.

Thinking of Xiao Xian's performance in the Great Soul Arena without relying on his martial soul...

Flender nodded. "Fine. You can come too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Oscar reluctantly raised his hand. "Dean, then I'll come too..."

Ning Rongrong's pale face turned even whiter. She had finally finished running that afternoon, yet tonight...

Were those two even human?

Since when did Support System Spirit Masters train with combat systems?!

Unwilling to accept it, she said, "Dean, then I...!"

She had already felt the gap while running. Tang San had completed it easily using only his Blue Silver Sugarcane.

Oscar had eaten Blue Silver Sugarcane and Recovery Sausages, barely managing to finish as well.

Only her!

Blue Silver Sugarcane, Recovery Sausages, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

Yet she still could not finish even after lunch had passed!

Every time she passed that tree and crossed that bridge, it felt especially glaring.

Every time Tang San and Oscar lapped her again, she felt utterly mocked.

Flender glanced at her. "Come along. All of you."

After saying that, Flender tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and lightly shot forward.

He was not slow. In fact, he was extremely fast.

Seeing this, Xiao Xian also lightly sprang forward, landing right behind Flender. He casually chatted with Flender as they ran, looking as though he still had plenty of strength to spare.

The others hurriedly followed.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun in particular were practically using every ounce of strength they had, but the distance between them and Flender and Xiao Xian only continued to grow.

Before long, Tang San shot past them with a whoosh, wind swirling beneath his feet.

"...!"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged silent looks, their eyes full of bitterness.

They had really been overtaken by a newcomer—and a Food System Spirit Master at that. They were done for...!

The moment they heard that Tang San also knew Xiao Xian's Self-Created Soul Skill, they had known things were not looking good.

And sure enough, that was exactly the case.

With the dean's temperament, they would definitely lose a layer of skin tomorrow!

Tang San put in some effort and barely managed to stay behind Xiao Xian, a faint smile on his face.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu curled her lips.

She had only barely overtaken Ma Hongjun, yet still trailed behind Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

As for Oscar and Ning Rongrong... they were far behind at the very end.

Oscar was doing somewhat better and still had some strength left.

Ning Rongrong's face was even paler. Her already trembling legs shook violently, completely unable to exert any strength. After running only a short distance, her legs gave out, and she fell straight to the ground.

Xiao Xian turned back and glanced at her from afar. His Sunlight Spore had sensed it.

Purple Light Soul Power flashed in his palm as he summoned Xiao Jue. Xiao Xian lazily said, "Xiao Jue, carry her."

Xiao Jue let out a low growl. Its purple fur trembled, and it lowered its body before suddenly pushing off with all four limbs and racing toward the rear!

In almost an instant, it passed everyone, leapt behind Ning Rongrong, and directly grabbed her clothes in its mouth, lifting her up.

The powerful Soul Power fluctuations from Xiao Jue, along with its faintly ferocious aura, made Ning Rongrong swallow involuntarily.

Her eyes, which had been slightly reddened from grievance and unwillingness, turned white in an instant.

From fright.

Xiao Jue carried Ning Rongrong in its mouth and quickly caught up with the group, stopping behind Xiao Xian.

"Th... thank you..." Ning Rongrong squeezed her eyes shut, her voice faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"..."

Before long, all nine of them arrived at Suotuo City's South Gate.

Xiao Xian waved a hand, and Xiao Jue turned into purple light and disappeared directly into his body. Ning Rongrong nearly fell to the ground.

She immediately shot Xiao Xian a resentful look.

Oscar, meanwhile, glared indignantly at Xiao Xian, his eyes seeming to say, "Brother Xian, didn't you say you wouldn't make a move?!"

Xiao Xian chose to ignore him.

Flender stood in a corner not far from Suotuo City's southern gate. He took several ragged black robes and masks from his Storage Spirit Tool.

"Put them on. From now on, do not make a single sound." He glanced at them calmly.

"Mu Bai, explain where we're going next."

Dai Mubai had already put on his black robe and mask.

With the mask on, even his voice had changed, becoming muffled.

"The place we're going is called the Great Soul Arena. From now on, you can only call me Black Robe Number Three!"