Shrek Seven Devils

"Level 30?" Flender was a little surprised to hear that.

The Shrek Seven Devils were just as surprised. Every one of them had thought they were geniuses, but they hadn't expected someone with even higher Soul Power to show up.

Flender looked at Zhao Zilong and asked, "What's your name, and what's your Martial Soul?"

Zhao Zilong answered without arrogance or servility, "Teacher, my name is Zhao Zilong, and my Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass." As he spoke, Zhao Zilong released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and two deep-yellow Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet.

"Blue Silver Grass?" Seeing this, the Shrek Seven Devils behind them were just as shocked.

"So it's Blue Silver Grass, just like Xiao San's, and his Soul Power is even higher than Xiao San's." Dai Mubai felt as if his whole worldview had been rearranged. How could someone have cultivated a Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass?

"He also has Blue Silver Grass." Tang San was even more shocked. That means he should be like me, with Twin Martial Souls. If he only had Blue Silver Grass, there's no way he could have reached this level at his age...

Xiao Wu looked utterly incredulous. "Xiao San is one thing, but how did he manage to cultivate Blue Silver Grass to such a high level too?"

Looking at the two Soul Rings, Flender said in surprise, "These Soul Rings should both be over eight hundred years old! They're close to a thousand years, aren't they? The Second Soul Ring is one thing, but even the First Soul Ring is over eight hundred years old."

"Over eight hundred years?" The others felt as if their worldviews were crumbling.

Tang San had always believed in his teacher, Yu Xiaogang's theories. By all rights, the First Soul Ring couldn't possibly be more than 430 years old. How had Zhao Zilong managed it?

Zhao Zilong wasn't about to answer those questions; the more he answered, the more trouble he'd have. He asked, "Teacher, can I enroll like this, or do I still need to go through the actual tests?"

Flender laughed, then explained, "Our academy's rules are that only genius Soul Masters under thirteen and above level 21 can enroll. They still need to face round after round of tests and selection, though. Those with Soul Power above level 25 can go straight to the final practical exam, while those above level 30 are exempt from all the tests and can enroll directly. Zhao Zilong, congratulations on joining Shrek Academy."

"Little Monsters, you've got another monster for a companion. Hongjun, there's still a bed in your dorm room. When you get back, take him there."

Ma Hongjun replied with a beaming smile, "Sure thing, Teacher."

Then he flashed Zhao Zilong a smile. His already chubby face seemed to bunch up into a chrysanthemum, and Zhao Zilong awkwardly returned the smile.

Only then did Zhao Zilong realize that the system hadn't made a sound. System Girl, I want to sign in Tang San...

You've already signed in once today. You can sign in to only one person per day. Please come back tomorrow to sign in... The System Girl's mature voice soon rang out.

"Zi Long, you can stand over there too!" Flender said.

"Okay."

Flender stood on the platform and looked at everyone. "Little Monsters, all of you have monster-level talent. The seven of you have gotten to know one another these past few days, but we have a new classmate today. So introduce your Martial Souls, names, and ages, and get to know one another."

"Mubai, you're the oldest. You go first."

"Yes." Dai Mubai stepped forward and looked at Zhao Zilong. Naturally, he wanted to befriend a prodigy with such exceptional talent. He held out his hand. "My name is Dai Mubai. I'm fifteen. My Martial Soul is White Tiger, and I'm a level 37 Assault Type Battle Soul Master. You can just call me Mubai, and I'll call you Zi Long. Is that okay?"

"Of course, Old Bai." Zhao Zilong didn't hold back and reached out to shake Dai Mubai's hand.

He also took a look at Dai Mubai. The man had naturally different-colored eyes and an enchanting air, handsome features, and an unmistakably haughty bearing.

"Old Bai..." Dai Mubai's eye twitched at Zhao Zilong's way of addressing him. Zhao Zilong was already acting so familiar that Dai Mubai felt a little awkward, but being an easygoing person, he didn't take offense. He patted Zhao Zilong's shoulder. "If there's anything you don't understand at the academy, you can ask me."

Oscar soon came over, casually slinging an arm around Zhao Zilong's shoulder. "My name is Oscar. I'm fourteen. My Martial Soul is Sausage, and I'm a level 30 Food Type Soul Master. You can call me Xiao Ao. If you ever want a sausage, I'll give you a thirty-percent discount."

"Okay." The two of them shook hands. Oscar had peach-blossom eyes, deep-set sockets that gave him a profound air, and a face as fair as jade. He was handsome and well-proportioned, with an irreverent smile always playing at the corner of his mouth, like a dashing, carefree nobleman. He was even a little better-looking than Dai Mubai.

Next came Tang San. His appearance was very ordinary, even plain, but there was a hint of deep, captivating charm in his eyes. He held out his hand. "My name is Tang San. I'm twelve. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a level 29 Control Type Battle Soul Master. We both have Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls. Would you be willing to exchange pointers sometime?"

"Of course." Zhao Zilong smiled as he listened.

They shook hands, and Tang San continued, "Does Brother Zi Long's Martial Soul also follow the Control Type path?"

"Control Type? I don't think it's entirely that. It has some control, but it's also different from a traditional Control Type. I feel like it leans more toward Assault or Agility." Zhao Zilong thought for a moment before replying. After all, his status panel didn't say which path his Martial Soul leaned toward. He then smiled. "Forget it, it doesn't matter. As long as I can defeat my enemies, that's all that counts."

"Uh, that's true." Tang San gave an awkward smile. At the same time, he felt a little regret that Zhao Zilong hadn't taken the Control Type path.

Ma Hongjun was even more excited. He came right over, grabbed Zhao Zilong's hands in both of his, and grinned like a chrysanthemum. "My name is Ma Hongjun. I'm twelve, my Martial Soul is Fire Phoenix, and I'm a level 26 Assault Type Battle Soul Master. By the way, how old are you?"

"Twelve."

"I know you're twelve. I'm asking what month you were born in," Ma Hongjun immediately asked.

Zhao Zilong looked confused, but he answered anyway. "December 8. Why?"

Ma Hongjun was delighted. "I was born on August 22, so I'm more than three months older than you. You can call me Brother Hongjun or Bro Ma." They had all just shared their ages, and although Ma Hongjun wasn't the youngest, he had the lowest Soul Power. Because of Dai Mubai, everyone called him Fatty, so Ma Hongjun wanted to establish himself as the big brother in front of this new junior.

"Brother Zi Long, don't listen to him. Just call him Fatty," Dai Mubai immediately cut in.

Ma Hongjun was instantly displeased. These guys were always picking on him. He glared resentfully at Dai Mubai with his little eyes. "Boss Dai, what nonsense are you talking about?"