Wang Yan's Thoughts

Shrek Academy Teaching Building, Wang Yan Office.

"Teacher Wang, it's only been nearly a month since we last met, but you look even better than before." As soon as he returned to the academy, Zhou Huan came to Wang Yan to report back from his leave.

"You brat, you only know how to say nice things." Smiling broadly, Wang Yan poured Zhou Huan a steaming cup of tea. He did not put on any airs as a teacher and treated him more like a friend. "Tell me, did you gain anything? You came back several days early."

Gain?

He really had gained something, and they probably would not believe it if he told them.

Of course, if he really said it, Wang Yan would be more likely to be frightened.

As a good student, Zhou Huan naturally could not tell the truth. Scaring his teacher was not something a well-behaved student should do.

Thus, Zhou Huan answered, "I gained a little. Mainly, I collected some cases and data. They're all here, Teacher. Please have a look."

Wang Yan reached out and took the paper Zhou Huan handed him.

Ignoring Zhou Huan after that, Wang Yan began reading its contents carefully.

Zhou Huan had long since grown accustomed to Wang Yan's personality. He truly was a teacher wholly devoted to theoretical research.

To be honest, Wang Yan's Martial Soul, the Coiled Dragon Staff, was a top-tier Martial Soul. After all, the inherited Martial Soul of the Qian Gu Family ten thousand years later was the Coiled Dragon Staff.

The Qian Gu Family's strength was beyond question. Though they ultimately met a tragic end, Wang Yan, who possessed the same Coiled Dragon Staff Martial Soul, should not have been this weak.

Wang Yan was only a Soul King now. A Soul King serving as a teacher at Shrek was honestly rather unimpressive.

Zhou Huan did not know whether Wang Yan had devoted all his attention to theoretical research, or whether he simply had not understood the true strength of the Coiled Dragon Staff. Either way, his cultivation progress had been painfully slow.

Zhou Huan silently sipped his tea at the side, wondering whether there was some way he could help Wang Yan with his cultivation.

Time passed quickly, and half a quarter-hour vanished in the blink of an eye.

Wang Yan finally finished reading Zhou Huan's paper in earnest.

Raising his head, Wang Yan looked at Zhou Huan with a complicated expression, unsure how to begin.

Was there anything wrong with Zhou Huan's paper?

At the very least, Wang Yan could not see where it was wrong, because everything Zhou Huan described in it was factual.

Wasn't the Tang Sect the finest example?

No one could refute that.

In particular, Zhou Huan's discussion of Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls absorbing Soul Rings opened a door for Wang Yan.

If that was the case for Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls, could the most suitable Soul Rings for all other types of Martial Souls also be researched along a specific direction?

Over the past ten thousand years, most Soul Masters had selected which Soul Beast Soul Rings matched different Martial Souls based on the experience passed down by their elders.

Especially after Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang proposed that even non-plant-type Soul Beast Soul Rings could match plant-type Martial Souls, and had "succeeded" with Tang San.

That had made the knowledge surrounding the pairing of Soul Beast Soul Rings with Martial Souls even more chaotic.

Of course, Wang Yan knew this was a theoretical field involving an enormous scope and extraordinarily complicated content.

It was not something one person—or even one generation—could complete.

Compared to that, Zhou Huan's rejection of Yu Xiaogang's claim that "there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters" seemed far less important.

After all, it was not as though no one had questioned it over the years. Yet in the end, those objections had all sunk without a trace.

Wang Yan could only say that this was Shrek. No one possessed such determination that they would dare deny the founder of Shrek Academy.

He also knew Zhou Huan's paper could never be widely circulated.

Even if Shrek's High-Level Personnel knew Zhou Huan was right, they would only handle the matter coldly.

The reason was simple. Denying the Grandmaster's words would, to some extent, be a fundamental slap in Shrek's face. Not denying them would have no impact on Shrek whatsoever.

Any normal person knew which choice to make.

What would truly draw the High-Level Personnel's attention was the question mentioned within: what kind of Soul Beast Soul Rings a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul should absorb.

After all, absorbing Soul Rings was a major matter that concerned every student.

Although people had accumulated plenty of experience over the past ten thousand years regarding which Soul Rings suited which Martial Souls, what if some of that experience was wrong?

Take Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls, for example. The way their Soul Rings had been absorbed was simply outrageously mistaken.

Shrek was, after all, the place that valued Soul Master training most highly. It certainly did not want loopholes in this area, much less incorrect experience that had persisted all along.

Therefore, after reading Zhou Huan's paper, Wang Yan even began to suspect that he was using one thing as a cover for another.

His real purpose lay elsewhere!

How could one hot-blooded piece of nonsense from Yu Xiaogang compare to the importance of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul issue?

Especially since Wang Yan knew that Tang Ya, the current sect master of the Tang Sect, was at Shrek Academy.

Of course, if Zhou Huan knew what Wang Yan was thinking, he would definitely cry, "I've been wronged, sir!"

He had only written the paper to cover up his lie and prove that he had really gone out for "practical experience."

As for the issue of Blue Silver Grass Martial Souls absorbing Soul Rings, he had merely written it down casually as supporting evidence.

Zhou Huan had no obligation to help Tang Ya. He had only met her once or twice because of Xiao Xiao and Wang Qingya, and they had barely exchanged a few words.

After a long while, just as Zhou Huan was about to speak, Wang Yan spoke first. "Zhou Huan, this paper of yours is very well written. Approving a month of leave for you was not in vain."

Zhou Huan smiled but said nothing, because he knew there would definitely be a "but" coming next.

Sure enough!

Wang Yan's next sentence was, "But this paper cannot be published at Shrek. It cannot even be published in the three great empires. I believe you understood that when you wrote it. Otherwise, your wording would not have been so... so restrained."

Zhou Huan nodded.

Of course he understood. He also knew even more clearly what Wang Yan meant by the three great empires.

The Douluo Continent now had more than just three great empires. There was also the paradise of Soul Tools—the Sun Moon Empire!

Still, Zhou Huan was not stubborn enough to pick a fight with Shrek. He still had to keep a low profile here for a long time.

Nor did he need to use an article to increase his reputation.

Zhou Huan wished no one knew of him. Quietly being a Passerby A would be enough.

Thus, Zhou Huan said, "Teacher Wang, you're overthinking it. This paper is only for you to read. Consider it the assignment I submitted to you for my month of leave."

Wang Yan hesitated. After thinking it over, he finally said, "I'll try to find a way to include it in the library, but ordinary students definitely cannot be allowed to view it. It can count as hidden knowledge. Perhaps there will be different changes in the future."

Zhou Huan shook his head indifferently. "I don't care about that."

He had no desire to leave his name in history. It meant nothing to Zhou Huan.

Setting that subject aside, the two then spent a long time discussing what types of Soul Rings different Martial Souls were suited to absorb.

About an hour later, Zhou Huan finally walked out of Wang Yan's Office.

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