Three Months Later

Wang Dong's pretty face flushed red. She coughed awkwardly twice, then said righteously, "That's good, that's good! You mustn't fall for her. We're still young; our studies should come first!"

"Alright, alright. Can we go to the cafeteria and eat now? I'm starving." Jiang Yuheng nodded repeatedly.

"Since you explained yourself so seriously, This Lord will refrain from getting angry for now. Don't let it happen again. Let's go!" With that, she took the initiative to grab Jiang Yuheng's arm and briskly headed toward the cafeteria.

Wang Dong kept her face turned forward, so Jiang Yuheng naturally could not see how wildly delighted she was.

Night fell, and the Three Little Ones gathered in Dormitory 108. Officially, they were there to discuss something, but in truth, they were simply craving Jiang Yuheng's Noodle Soup.

Jiang Yuheng was utterly speechless. If they had something to say, they could just say it. Was there any need to beat around the bush like this?

But what could he do? Dong'er wanted to eat it, so of course he had to make it!

While they waited, Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao discussed whether they should take the Soul Ascension Pill now.

This treasure had effects similar to the Mysterious Water Pill. Its medicinal properties were likewise mild, with no side effects.

The only difference was that a Spirit Master could only take one Soul Ascension Pill in their lifetime. Taking more would cause their cultivation to decline.

"Take it. The Promotion Assessment is in three months. The sooner we rise a level, the greater our chances of winning," Huo Yuhao said.

Wang Dong nodded. "Agreed. My Soul Power Level is currently 25. With the boost from this Soul Ascension Pill, it should help me reach at least Peak Level 26, perhaps even higher."

"Yuheng, your cultivation should have reached Peak Level 25 as well. Do you want to sit down and absorb the medicinal power with us?"

Jiang Yuheng focused on simmering the soup, tasting it for saltiness as he answered Wang Dong, "You absorb it first. I'm not in a hurry. I have another use for this Soul Ascension Pill."

Even before transmigrating, Jiang Yuheng had always harbored a suspicion. The Soul Ascension Pill could help a Spirit Master raise their Soul Power by one level without any burden, and it had no level restriction.

What if he waited until he reached Level 89 or even Level 99 before taking this Soul Ascension Pill? What would happen then?

To be honest, he wanted to exploit a bug and find out.

After the ups and downs at the start of school, Jiang Yuheng's academic life finally settled down.

With his supreme skill at making Noodle Soup, he quickly became the most famous vendor at Little Pond Beach.

Not only that, this vendor frequently came up with new creations. Mixed Noodles, Thick Gravy Noodles, and more all appeared at his stall one after another. Every student and teacher who tasted those delicacies praised them without reservation.

During this time, Xu Sanshi and Jiang Nannan also became Jiang Yuheng's loyal customers. Whenever Jiang Yuheng set up his stall, the two of them would invariably be the first in line.

Of course, the amount he sold each day remained unchanged. Many students urged him to increase the quantity. With such a great opportunity, it would be a pity not to make a fortune.

But Jiang Yuheng simply shook his head and refused all those suggestions.

The reason was simple. He did not lack money. He only did this because Wang Dong wanted to eat it, and he was willing to make it for her.

What mattered more now was that Jiang Yuheng had devoted all his energy to Soul Tools.

On one hand, he needed to frequently demonstrate the power of his Soul Tools so that Shrek Academy's higher-ups would deliberately place the Extreme Single Soldier plan on him.

On the other hand, he needed to make thorough preparations for traveling to the Sun Moon Empire and obtaining the Snow Empress Embryo.

In the blink of an eye, the New Students' first three months of study had passed. Under Zhou Yi's strict, nearly perverse training, every student in Class 1 of New Students had been completely transformed.

What shocked even the academy's higher-ups was that after three months of tempering under Zhou Yi, not a single student in Class 1 of New Students had been eliminated. This was vastly different from the academy's estimate that only one-third would remain.

But if one had to name the hardest-working student over these three months, it was undoubtedly Huo Yuhao.

From the moment he enrolled, Huo Yuhao had seemed pumped full of adrenaline. Whether during meals, in the dead of night, or even between classes, one could always see him working hard.

To be honest, his talent was not outstanding, nor were his abilities particularly strong. Yet he was always the most serious and diligent person in the class.

It was precisely because of this that he would carve out a place for himself in the Spirit Master world in the future, while his Soul Power reached Peak Level 19.

The other students in the class were influenced by him as well and began cultivating even more diligently. Hard work would inevitably bring corresponding rewards, and that was why they had been able to stay.

"Today's physical training class is suspended." Zhou Yi stood behind the podium, her aged face still wearing an expression that was neither warm nor cold.

But whenever they attended her class, every student sat almost perfectly straight, without the slightest unusual movement.

After all, the title of Old Lady Zhou Yi—Medusa—Petrifying Ray had not come from nowhere.

"Three months have passed since school began. You are about to face your first assessment since entering Shrek Academy. Only by passing it can you officially become first-year students of Shrek Academy."

"Of course, barring any accidents, you will be able to remain in the academy and cultivate at least until the first-year graduation assessment. The assessment begins tomorrow, so today I will first explain its key points."

Zhou Yi's voice was unusually calm. Her gaze swept over everyone who had remained in the classroom, and she felt an unusual sense of satisfaction.

In terms of innate quality, this group of students was far inferior to the previous class. But after three months of arduous training, the willpower they displayed had absolutely surpassed that of every class Zhou Yi had ever taught.

To her, this was truly an unexpected delight.

Especially with the appearance of Jiang Yuheng, Wang Dong, and Huo Yuhao, Class 1's position as champion of the Freshman Assessment was practically assured.

"Jiang Yuheng."

"Here." Jiang Yuheng stood and answered respectfully.

Zhou Yi waved, signaling for him to come forward, then handed him a stack of papers.

Jiang Yuheng quickly scanned them and immediately understood Zhou Yi's intentions. He swiftly distributed the papers in his hand to every student in the class.

Zhou Yi nodded in satisfaction, then resumed her stern expression. "After the Freshman Assessment ends, instruction will be tailored to your individual aptitudes. Write down the direction of your future cultivation and hand it in to me later."

The cultivation directions she meant were naturally the classifications of Attack Type, defense, Control System, and support Martial Souls. Everyone could study together during the first three months, but once their true first-year studies began, instruction would have to be differentiated.

After all, every person's Martial Soul had different attributes and characteristics, so their cultivation paths naturally differed as well.

Jiang Yuheng returned to his seat without immediately writing anything. Instead, he thought carefully. His Frost Dragon possessed both Control System and Attack Type attributes. In theory, he could choose either one.

However, both his first and Second Soul Skill were related to control. If he selected Attack Type, he feared he would not be able to get past the Director of Instruction.

With no other choice, Jiang Yuheng could only check the box for the Control System. Fortunately, he had read the original novel and knew that the Control System and Attack Type would not be separated. Otherwise, he truly would have worried himself to death.

At the same time, after seeing Jiang Yuheng put down his pen and make a check mark, Wang Dong leaned over to take a glance before she began writing down her own preference.