Face Fruit User

Chen Feng and his group arrived at the small village where Shrek Academy was located.

Looking at the village, Ning Rongrong frowned.

"Is Shrek Academy located in such a run-down place?"

"Let's go take a look first," Chen Feng said.

He was mentally prepared for the fact that Shrek Academy was a mediocre Academy from the beginning.

But diploma Academy also have Academy advantages, namely, they are White Paper that are easy to work with, unlike other Academy which have complicated factions and a bunch of Old Deng looming over you.

Currently, Flender is the dean of Shrek, but in the future, it will be led by the Golden Iron Triangle. Among these three, two of them currently have a friendly relationship with Chen Feng.

Liu Erlong doesn't care much about the Academy's management, which means that Chen Feng will have considerable say in Shrek in the future.

Furthermore, there's no need to worry about Old Deng hindering this right to speak, nor about interference from any force, because Flender has always been trying to maintain Shrek Academy's independence.

When Chen Feng and his group arrived at the registration point at the village entrance, they saw that there were already many people there, but only a small portion of them were queuing to register.

Many people were walking out, muttering indignantly. Chen Feng listened carefully and realized that the old man who had been in charge of registration had just explained the rules.

With Spirit Emperor- level expert in charge, those who didn't meet the requirements naturally dared not say anything more and could only leave unwillingly.

However, who was the one who replaced Dai Mubai to assist the old man? Chen Feng's gaze swept over the registration area and then landed on a chubby boy who was munching on a basket of steamed buns.

No way, Ma Hongjun is the one replacing Dai Mubai the examiner?

Chen Feng's expression was somewhat strange.

He hadn't expected that the chubby boy had also improved and could even become an examiner.

There weren't many people in line ahead of Chen Feng, and it was their turn soon.

"Pay a registration fee of ten gold coins first, then extend your hand," the old man said to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng took out sixty Gold Soul Coin and put them into the wooden box. "The six of us will go together."

The old man raised an eyebrow, glanced behind Chen Feng, and asked:

"Which of you is Chen Feng?"

Upon hearing this name, Ma Hongjun, who was standing nearby, stopped eating his steamed bun and looked over curiously.

"That's me," Chen Feng said.

The old man looked him up and down and said:

"Let me see your Martial Soul."

Chen Feng released his Martial Soul as instructed. The old man glanced at it and nodded, saying:

"That's right, you can go straight into the Academy; you don't need to take the later stages."

"Wow, you passed without even taking the test! Xiao Feng, you've got a lot of connections!" Xiao Wu exclaimed in surprise, giving a thumbs up.

"What about my companions?" Chen Feng asked.

"Are any of them over thirteen years old?" the old man asked.

"No, the smallest one is probably only..." Chen Feng's gaze turned to Bai Chenxiang.

"Ten years old, I'm ten years old this year," Bai Chenxiang said.

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "In that case, there's no need to waste time. Release your Martial Soul."

The others released their Martial Soul as instructed, each possessing at least two spirit rings: a bright yellow Soul Ring mixed with two purple Soul Ring. Tang San and Xiao Wu rings each.

"Holy crap! Soul Elder!?" Ma Hongjun was so shocked that he dropped the steamed bun in his hand.

"Oh my god! My steamed buns!"

Seeing that the chubby boy was about to pick up the buns from the ground, the old man grabbed him and said irritably:

"Don't embarrass yourselves here. Help me bring them all in, straight to the final stage. They don't need to take any of the tests in between. Old Lu and Old Shao ask, just say I told them to."

"But food that falls on the ground can still be eaten if picked up within three breaths." Ma Hongjun looked at the buns on the ground with reluctance.

The old man kicked the steamed bun far away and said calmly:

You can't eat it now.

"Pfft~" Someone laughed behind Chen Feng. He turned around and saw that it was Bai Chenxiang.

Upon hearing the laughter, Ma Hongjun became enraged and said:

"What are you laughing at? I'm just trying to conserve food, don't you understand? Judging by your appearance, you're obviously a rich girl, used to a life of luxury, aren't you?"

"Me, living a life of luxury?" Bai Chenxiang was immediately furious.

She has only been living a good life for the past few years. Before that, although she was not starving, she was far from living a life of luxury.

After all, the Speed Clan is going bankrupt, so how much better off can she be?

An angry Bai Chenxiang put one hand on her hip in a teapot-like gesture and unleashed a torrent of abuse at Ma Hongjun:

"You fatso, you're just a glutton, what are you talking about cherishing food for? When I was living a hard life, you were probably nowhere to be found."

"What? You little brat, you dare to compare your hardships with mine?" Ma Hongjun was also furious. "Let me tell you, I've been an orphan since I was little, and I grew up eating the food given to me by kind people in the village. Can you be as miserable as I am?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Chenxiang's expression froze, and she couldn't help but feel pity. "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were an orphan."

"Hmph! You dare to compete with me in hardship?" Ma Hongjun rubbed his nose with his thumb, looking like a victorious rooster.

Ning Rongrong leaned close to Chen Feng, her expression somewhat strange, and whispered:

"This doesn't seem like something to be proud of, does it? Why are these two arguing so fiercely?"

"Perhaps it's just a clash of fates," Chen Feng said.

He never expected that these two idiots would clash so badly the moment they met, starting an argument before they even exchanged a few words.

The old man beside him reached out and slapped Ma Hongjun on the back of the head. "You silly boy, why are you arguing so fiercely about something like this? Is it something glorious? Stop talking nonsense and help me take him to the fourth level."

"Oh." Ma Hongjun immediately became obedient.

He glanced at Chen Feng and his group, his gaze lingering on Chen Feng for a moment, and said:

"Come with me."

Chen Feng and the others followed Ma Hongjun inside. Ma Hongjun took two steps back to Chen Feng's side and asked in a low voice:

"I have a question for you."

"You say."

Ma Hongjun glanced at the people behind him, pulled Chen Feng a few steps forward, and whispered in his ear:

"I'm asking you, are you Dean Flanders's illegitimate son?"

Chen Feng:?

Seeing that Chen Feng's expression was a little off, Ma Hongjun explained:

"Because Dean Flanders has never treated anyone like this before, not even the Boss Dai from a wealthy family, who honestly passed the test to get in."

"So after thinking it over, the only possibility I can think of is that you are Dean Flanders's illegitimate son."

Chen Feng looked at him for two seconds, then reached out and patted the chubby boy on the shoulder, saying:

"That's a good idea, but don't think about it again. If you want to know if I'm an illegitimate child, you can ask Dean Flanders yourself."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ma Hongjun looked at Chen Feng with a wise look in his eyes. "The dean is very concerned about his reputation. He definitely won't admit to something like this. He might even beat me up. I'm not going to ask him."

Chen Feng smiled and said nothing more.

Although Ma Hongjun was somewhat curious, seeing that Chen Feng didn't seem inclined to answer, he didn't ask any further questions.

The group followed Ma Hongjun to an open space in the village, where the candidates who had passed the first test were queuing up.

Ma Hongjun walked over to the teacher in charge of the second checkpoint, whispered a few words, and then returned to lead Chen Feng and the others to continue walking inside.

Upon seeing this, the students in line protested.

"What's going on? Teacher, why can they just walk right in?"

"Is there a problem with these people having high Soul Power despite their young age?" the test instructor said calmly.

"High Soul Power? How high can a person of this age have Soul Power?" one of the male examinees said indignantly.

"Have you ever seen Soul Elder who's twelve years old?" Ma Hongjun asked, hands on his hips.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, all in one look!

"Tch! Who are you trying to fool? I don't believe you," the male examinee who had spoken earlier scoffed.

The other candidates also looked doubtful, but the next second their expressions froze.

Because Tang San and Xiao Wu revealed their Martial Soul, two yellow and one purple Soul Ring pulsed around them.

"Do you believe me now?" Ma Hongjun glanced sideways at the male examinee.

The male candidate lowered his head and remained silent, as did the other candidates.

Although the companions of those two Soul Elder didn't reveal their Soul Ring, one can easily guess that anyone who could associate with a twelve-year-old Soul Elder was probably no ordinary person.

And so, Ma Hongjun led Chen Feng and the others all the way to the fourth level.

This is an open space, but it's much smaller than the open space in the second level, only about 200 square meters.

A muscular Burly Man was already waiting there. Upon seeing Chen Feng and the others arrive, he asked:

"Which of you is Chen Feng?"

"It's me," Chen Feng said.

Zhao Wuji glanced at him twice, nodded, and said:

"Hmm, you pass the test directly. Everyone else besides you who can team up and withstand me for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn will pass the fourth test."

"Huh?" Ma Hongjun was a little dumbfounded. "Teacher Zhao, the dean arranged for me to be the examiner for the fourth round."

"That's no fun, let me do it." Zhao Wuji waved his hand dismissively when he saw Ma Hongjun was about to say something.

"Alright, it's settled then. I'll make the decisions while the dean is away. You guys go and discuss your tactics."

After saying that, he walked towards the edge of the open space.

"Teacher Zhao," Chen Feng called out from behind him, "Can I join this battle?"

"You?" Zhao Wuji was somewhat puzzled. "You've already passed the assessment, and aren't you an academic genius?"

"They are all my comrades, and I don't want to stand idly by while they fight. Besides, I know a little bit of martial arts and can contribute in the battle," Chen Feng said calmly.

"You're not bad, kid. Since you're asking, you can join them," Zhao Wuji said admiringly.

"Hey, you'd better think this through. Teacher Zhao is Soul Saint," Ma Hongjun advised from the side.

If Teacher Zhao were to beat up the dean's illegitimate son in front of him, he would probably be in trouble too.

Teacher Zhao is thick-skinned and the dean can't do anything with him, so he might take his anger out on Ma Hongjun.

The thought of that outcome sent chills down Ma Hongjun's spine.

"Don't worry, this is just an assessment after all." Chen Feng patted the chubby boy on the shoulder. "Teacher Zhao shouldn't make things too difficult for us, and we can take this opportunity to gain experience in dealing with strong opponents."

"That's right, I also want to test my skills against a formidable opponent," Ning Rongrong said with a smile.

"Let's all introduce ourselves first," Tang San said, introducing himself first, followed by the others.

Ning Rongrong's Soul Power is the same as in the Original Work, at level twenty-six, because she mainly focused her energy on practicing Heart Separation Control.

Her Soul Skill remained unchanged, increasing both strength and speed.

Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power is level 28, one level higher than in the Original Work, which is the effect of the Foundation Building Method.

Her two Soul Skill are Shadow Escape and Breakthrough Strike. The former allows her to disappear into the shadows and absorb shadow energy in the darkness.

The latter allows her to unleash a double-powered attack by gathering shadow power the moment she emerges from hiding, but it also puts a certain strain on her body.

As long as there are shadows that can be used, Zhu Zhuqing can create extremely high damage by constantly using Shadow Escape and breaking stealth, until her body can no longer withstand the burden of breaking stealth.

As for Bai Chenxiang, her two Soul Skill are Yufeng Feather of Wind.

The former allows her to control the power of the wind to increase her speed, and she can also absorb Wind Attribute energy from the air Flow around her.

The Soul Skill "Feather of Wind" allows Bai Chenxiang to condense the Wind Attribute energy she absorbs into individual Feather of Wind.

In this way, Bai Chenxiang can indirectly gain offensive capabilities by throwing Feather of Wind.

This Soul Skill reminded Chen Feng of a hero in a game from his previous life.

He asked:

How long will these feathers remain after they are launched?

"It was about ten or so breaths, I haven't counted exactly, what's wrong?" Bai Chenxiang asked.

Have you considered launching them and then retrieving them?

"Huh?" Bai Chenxiang was stunned.

Chen Feng explained his thoughts:

"Shooting them out will create an attack that will alert the enemy, but the attack that comes back to them will catch them completely off guard."

"It can inflict two attacks on a person in one go. What do you think about considering this function for the Third Spirit Skill?"

"This idea... seems pretty good." Bai Chenxiang thought about it more and more and felt that Chen Feng's suggestion was feasible. She smiled and said, "As expected of Bro Feng, you're really amazing."

Chen Feng smiled and looked at Zhu Zhuqing, saying:

"Your Soul Skill requires a shadow, but it's broad daylight and the surrounding area is open, which isn't conducive to your performance. But we can let Xiao San solve this problem."

"Am I to create the venue?" Tang San asked.

"That's right." Chen Feng nodded and said, "You use Blue Silver Grass to create shadows to assist Zhu Zhuqing's attacks, while also creating obstacles for Teacher Zhao, whether it's slowing down his movements or blocking his vision. You can decide how to operate it yourself in the battle; you're quite good at this."

"Zhu Zhuqing and I will be responsible for close-range control, the two archers will look for opportunities to attack, Rongrong will support us."

"No problem," everyone replied.