Tang San's Martial Soul mutation? Blue Silver Pig Martial Soul?

"No, don't!"

Although Tang San resisted with all his might, Flender was a speed-type Soul Saint; there was no way he could stop him.

In an instant, his pants dropped to the ground, and both Tang San and his little Tang San were suddenly laid bare before everyone.

Flender glanced at him lightly, sighed, and withdrew his hand.

"Alright, you pass!"

Tang San was stunned upon hearing this. Wasn't he supposed to touch his butt to test his bone age? How did he pass just like that?

You really just pulled my pants down in front of so many people just for that, didn't you?

"Teacher, you didn't even touch me. How did you determine that I haven't reached thirteen years of age?" Tang San couldn't help but ask, unconvinced.

Flender looked at Tang San with a gaze full of pity and said, "It's enough that everyone knows in their hearts. Do you really have to force me to say it out loud?"

Tang San stubbornly shook his head. "No, you have to say it!"

"Sigh, even when I go to the city to eat fried silkworm pupae, I've never seen such a small and delicate specimen." Flender shook his head. "Don't say you're under thirteen; even if you told me you were three, I'd believe it."

The onlookers nodded repeatedly. Not only was this kid ugly, but that part of him was also pathetic.

It was as if God had closed the door on him and then sealed the windows shut with steel plates—a pure, unadulterated loser!

Upon hearing this, Tang San's little face turned bright red with heat!

He glared angrily at Flender before him. To think he would publicly humiliate him like this—this man was truly courting death!

Flender did not notice the look in Tang San's eyes and instead said, "Alright, show me both of your Martial Souls."

Xiao Wu chuckled, a faint red light glowing on her body, and her eyes turned red.

Her ears slowly lengthened, covered in soft white fur, and stood up from the sides of her head, becoming a pair of standard rabbit ears.

After the Martial Soul Avatar, Xiao Wu's figure seemed to have grown a bit taller, and a gentle aura of soul power fluctuated around her body.

Two bright yellow Hundred Year Soul Rings coiled up from beneath Xiao Wu's feet, manifesting her strength as a Soul Grand Master.

The long rabbit ears paired with Xiao Wu's watery eyes, along with her slender legs and delicate waist, immediately made the men present stare in a daze.

Xiao Wu gave a charming smile and said to Flender, "Teacher, did I pass?"

Flender nodded with a chuckle. "Not bad, truly a little monster. You pass."

Afterward, his gaze turned to Tang San, but his expression was not as kind as before. Instead, he said indifferently, "It's your turn. Release your Martial Soul!"

At Flender's request, Tang San released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

"If I were to alter Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul, I should be able to harvest quite a bit of experience, right?"

Shen He stroked his chin from the side, his mind stirring as he changed "Grass" to "Pig"!

Blue Silver Pig martial soul!

Tang San extended his right hand, preparing to summon his Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

A blue light flickered, and Tang San suddenly felt a terrifying weight descend upon his right arm, pinning him directly to the ground.

Tang San shifted his gaze in confusion, only to discover that sitting on his right arm was... a pig?

The pig was over a foot long. Unlike a normal pig, its entire body was the same shade of blue as Blue Silver Grass, and patterns resembling Blue Silver Grass vines spread all over its body.

The pig's tail was even a vine of Blue Silver Grass, which flicked back and forth incessantly.

"Oink, oink, oink!"

The little pig didn't seem shy at all; it wagged its tail, trotted over to Tang San, and affectionately nudged his pant leg with its snout.

Xiao Wu: ...

Flender: ...

The onlookers, students and parents alike: ...

"Is this pig your martial soul?" Flender was slightly stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "I understand now. You must be the disciple Yu Xiaogang mentioned in his letter, right?"

"No wonder he took you as his apprentice; you and your master are truly cut from the same cloth!"

Tang San stood up, looking at the Blue Silver Pig that was currently chasing its own tail in circles. He shook his head frantically in a panic. "No, this is absolutely impossible."

"My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. How could it possibly be this pig?"

However, the connection between a martial soul and a spirit master cannot be faked. He could clearly feel that his martial soul was indeed the pig in front of him.

I must be dreaming. This has to be a dream, right?

"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!"

Unable to believe it, Tang San shook his head repeatedly before suddenly swinging both hands, slapping his own face with force.

Xiao Wu was shocked and hurriedly stopped Tang San. "Brother San, don't do this. My heart aches for you!"

"It hurts your body, but it pains my heart. How could you hurt yourself like this?"

Amidst the pungent scent of tea, Dai Mubai also stepped forward, his face full of shock, and whispered into Flender's ear.

"Dean, something is wrong. I fought Tang San yesterday; his martial soul should be Blue Silver Grass, right?"

Flender's pupils constricted slightly. "Are you sure?"

Dai Mubai nodded forcefully. "There is absolutely no mistake."

"I see. Could it be a Martial Soul mutation?" Flender said, adjusting his glasses.

"It mutated overnight. The process was very fast, though I don't know if it's a beneficial or malignant mutation."

"Dean, this doesn't look like a mutation; it's just plain abnormal!" Dai Mubai's mouth twitched. "I've heard of people in vegetative states, but I've never seen a 'vegetable pig' in my life!"

"Sigh, whether it's Blue Silver Grass or a Blue Silver Pig, since he is Yu Xiaogang's disciple, let him enroll." Flender rubbed his temples and said helplessly.

"Yu Xiaogang's own Martial Soul is like that, and to think he'd take on a disciple who is the same. Did I fall into a pigsty or something?"

"Look, that guy's Martial Soul is actually a pig!"

"This pig even has a tattoo. What does that mean? Is it in a gang?"

"That looks like the pattern of Blue Silver Grass, doesn't it? Could this Martial Soul be called a Blue Silver Pig?"

"Hahaha, I can't take it, I'm dying of laughter! My eyes are watering!"

Seeing Tang San's Martial Soul, the surrounding crowd suddenly burst into a roar of laughter, pointing and jeering at Tang San incessantly.

Poor Tang San stood at the very center of the mockery, his face flushed so red it looked like it might bleed.

"Shut up! What are you laughing at? What's so funny?!"

Standing behind Tang San, Shen He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth from turning up as he spoke: "Tang San, please understand. Everyone present is a Soul Master and has received professional training. No matter how funny something is, we won't laugh."

Hearing Shen He's words, Tang San's expression finally recovered a little.

However, Shen He suddenly added another sentence.

"Unless we can't help it."

"Pfft!"

At this, even Flender, Dai Mubai, and even Xiao Wu finally couldn't hold back their laughter.

Outside the gates of Shrek Academy, it became an ocean of joy; some people with low thresholds for humor were even clutching their stomachs and rolling on the ground.

As the Dean of the academy, Flender's expression management was naturally quite good, and he stopped after laughing for only a moment.

Regardless of other factors, looking at it objectively, both Tang San and Xiao Wu had decent talent.

Soul Grand Master cultivation with two Hundred Year Soul Rings represented sufficiently strong power, which already met the standards for passing the test.

Flender pointed at Tang San and Xiao Wu. "Mubai, take them inside!"

"Yes." Dai Mubai nodded.

The next one to be tested was naturally Shen He. Tang San did not rush to leave, instead watching Shen He with resentment in his eyes.

Just a moment ago, this kid had been laughing the hardest. If he failed the entrance exam, Tang San would definitely make sure to mock him back!

Flender pressed on Shen He's arm and nodded with satisfaction.

"Your muscles are very solid, and your foundation is well-laid. Your bone age is also appropriate. Summon your Martial Soul."

Under Flender's request, Shen He summoned his Body Martial Soul.

After a brief moment of thought, Shen He moved his mind and changed "Body" to "Sacred Body."

"Roar!"

Golden blood energy boiled like a sea, instantly erupting from within Shen He's body before transforming into the shape of a dragon and soaring into the sky.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Every heartbeat sounded like the beating of a divine drum, causing everyone's eardrums to buzz—it was simply shocking.

Shen He stood perfectly still with his eyes slightly closed. His black robes fluttered without wind, snapping loudly.

His disheveled hair danced in the air, and his body appeared like seven-colored glazed glass, clear and flawless. The energy of heaven and earth transformed into divine radiance, washing over his physical form; he looked like a deity descended from the nine heavens to the mortal realm!

Ancient and peerless, a supreme Sacred Body!