Eastsea Academy

The War God Temple wasn't clean either. The God-Slaying Soul Guide Cannon could be stolen; no one would believe that none of the higher-ups in the War God Temple had ties to the Holy Spirit Cult.

The Tang Sect was even less viable. It only allowed people in and never out. That alone was an instant pass.

As for Shrek Academy, its Battle Armor technology was still pretty good, and it had plenty of geniuses.

Su Qiu planned to go there to study, while also seeing if he could lure away a few talented people.

But he had never considered taking control of Shrek and climbing his way upward, because there was no point.

The current Shrek was far too bloated. Even if he climbed to the position of Sea God Pavilion Master, he would be bogged down by all sorts of social obligations and personal ties.

The thought of it irritated Su Qiu.

Shrek Academy, the Tang Sect, the War God Temple, and the Spirit Pagoda—the four greatest powers, yet not a single one was any good.

What a damn Douluo Continent.

"How much longer do we have to wait?" Mu Xi asked hopefully. She would soon be going to Shrek Academy too, and she actually wanted to go with Su Qiu.

"Three years." After giving it some thought, Su Qiu gave her a specific answer. He would be twelve in three years, which was also the age when most ordinary geniuses entered Shrek.

Besides, after cultivating for another three years, Su Qiu was confident he could overwhelm everyone with sheer strength. He could even try to recruit more talented people as his younger brothers so they could help him deal with Evil Soul Masters later.

"Three years..." Mu Xi's face fell. She could not wait that long. It seemed she could only go first by herself.

"Then I'll wait for you at Shrek Academy."

"Hopefully." Su Qiu waved a hand and turned to leave. "That's enough forging for today. Next, it's time for me to go get beaten up by the Old Man."

Su Wuyan's method of teaching the Instant Meteor Star Ultimate Skill was simple and brutal: fighting.

In his view, once someone mastered the basics, they would improve faster by fighting under proper guidance.

That Old Man was a complete brute.

Yet Su Qiu could not refute him, because he had Intuition. Direct combat truly was the fastest way for him to improve.

Under the effects of Intuition, even if he understood nothing, he would still make the most correct moves in battle.

Not to mention using Instant Meteor Star consciously after building a proper foundation.

By now, Su Qiu's mastery of Instant Meteor Star could be called perfect. Perhaps his understanding could not match Su Wuyan's, the skill's creator, but in actual combat, Su Qiu used it more flawlessly.

Intuition was simply that unreasonable. Even if I don't understand enough, I can still do it right!

Still, even though Su Qiu used it more perfectly than Su Wuyan, he could not defeat him when their Soul Power was equal.

That was because the defining feature of this Ultimate Skill was using strength to crush the weak. Su Wuyan's Super Douluo-level stats were right there. Forget suppressing himself to the same level—he could still beat Su Qiu senseless even if he lowered himself ten levels beneath him.

That was why Su Qiu had always been so thoroughly beaten.

And that Old Man even thought he was full of fancy moves.

"I feel like you've already practiced it very well. Do you really need to work so hard?"

Mu Xi had watched Su Qiu train with his Uncle before. From that scene alone, even an outsider like her could tell how formidable Su Qiu was.

His movements flowed like clouds and water, natural and seamless, carrying a unique charm of their own.

"That was how it used to be."

Su Qiu answered seriously.

"Now, rather than him teaching me, it's more like we're... discussing the Dao?"

"Discussing the Dao?" Mu Xi did not understand.

"Yeah, something like that." Su Qiu did not explain further.

In truth, he and Su Wuyan were now more like partners refining the Instant Meteor Star Ultimate Skill together.

Su Qiu could execute it perfectly, but he often knew how to adapt in the moment without knowing why those movements worked.

As the original creator, Su Wuyan understood it well enough to incorporate those movements into the Ultimate Skill.

Su Qiu would then learn the underlying principles and rely on Intuition to perform them even more perfectly.

And so the cycle repeated, each complementing the other.

Seeing that Su Qiu did not want to say more, Mu Xi stopped asking. Her eyes flickered slightly as she suggested, "Then let's eat together first. My treat. No matter how important cultivation is, you still need to eat."

"Sure."

A free meal was a free meal. There was no reason not to eat.

After eating with Mu Xi, the two parted ways. Mu Xi continued practicing forging; over the years, Su Qiu had put immense pressure on her in that field.

Su Qiu, meanwhile, went to train with Su Wuyan.

Once he practiced until he was too exhausted to move, he returned to his room to meditate.

A few days later, Eastsea Academy.

Although the school Su Qiu had attended before was called East Sea Junior Academy, it had nothing to do with Eastsea Academy.

A tall wall surrounded Eastsea Academy, while its entrance was built from massive stone blocks.

The gates were imposing, grand, and broad.

It was a large academy with both an Intermediate Department and an Advanced Department.

The Intermediate Academy Department provided compulsory education and charged no tuition, occupying two-thirds of the academy's total area.

The remaining third was the Advanced Academy Department, the true essence of Eastsea Academy.

At the Intermediate Department, Soul Masters from Eastsea City and the surrounding areas could enroll with a recommendation letter from a junior academy. The program lasted six years and, compared to junior academies, focused more on practical Martial Soul application.

Upon entering the academy, one could see bluestone paths winding between lush green trees, a pleasing sight to behold.

Su Qiu had come to look around in advance, so he did not need any Seniors to guide him. He made his way alone to the academic affairs office to register.

He received two sets of uniforms and a dormitory key. Learning materials would not be distributed until classes began.

He had been assigned to First Grade Class One.

That was within expectations. Students were assigned to classes in order of talent.

Even in Class One, Su Qiu's talent was overwhelmingly first.

Actually, he would have preferred Class Five, since every class was the same to him.

Class Five, where Tang Wulin was, held greater appeal for him.

There was no deep reason behind it.

Su Qiu simply wanted to see Tang Wulin, the protagonist of Legend of the Dragon King, with his own eyes and satisfy his curiosity.

When he had read the novel in his previous life, Su Qiu had thought fairly well of Tang Wulin at the beginning.

But the later it got, the more Tang Wulin became a complete mess. Still, Su Qiu had already spent the money, so he had no choice but to finish reading with a frown.

Passing around the teaching building, he arrived at the dormitory building behind it, which was equally tall at twelve stories.

His dorm room was on the third floor, room 306.

The entire building was bustling. Many people had come to register, along with their parents.

The corridors also carried a faint smell of dust.

The New Students chattered excitedly, full of anticipation for the future.

The parents tirelessly repeated their reminders, telling their children to take care of themselves and contact home if anything happened.

The chaotic scene might have made some people uncomfortable.

But Su Qiu rather liked it. He enjoyed liveliness and the warmth of everyday life.

Entering his dormitory, he found two bunk beds, two desks, and four chairs.

It looked like a four-person room.

Su Qiu seemed to be the first to arrive. He set down his luggage and prepared to tidy up.

A furious roar suddenly came from downstairs.

"What are you doing?!"

After a burst of shouting came the sound of fighting. It seemed a fight had broken out.

A fight right after registration?

Su Qiu froze, a thought flashing through his mind.

Bullying at school?

They had just started school and were still in the dorms. They did not even know each other, so if they were fighting, it seemed there could be no other explanation but bullying.

His figure moved.

Su Qiu hated bullying more than anything.

Who was he?

He was the nemesis of evil, devoted to wiping out Evil Soul Masters!

Since he had come across it, he had to do something about it.