The Disgusting Shrek Academy

"Xiao San, did that person have a storage ring?"

Tang San nodded. "Judging by both his clothes and the Soul Tool he possesses, his identity is anything but ordinary."

After Bibi Han walked over to them and nodded, he returned to his room.

The next day, Bibi Han headed for Shrek Academy. Far down the road, Tang San was carrying Xiao Wu on his back.

They were really affectionate. Still, Tang San was quite foolish—he had not noticed such an obvious hint from Xiao Wu. What twelve-year-old little sister would allow her brother to carry her?

Bibi Han slowly walked up to them. Xiao Wu was chattering away with Tang San when she spotted him and asked, "It's you. Are you going to Shrek Academy too?"

"I heard there was an academy that only accepted monsters, so I came out of curiosity. I'll treat it as the next stop on my journey of experience."

"Experience? You're from a prominent family," Tang San said.

Bibi Han nodded.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Xiao Wu asked.

"To avoid some unnecessary trouble."

"To conceal your identity?"

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. What is it?"

"My name is... Gu Xuehan." Bibi Han thought for a moment before answering. (Gu Yuena, Qian Renxue, Bibi Han)

"Tang San."

"Xiao Wu."

As they spoke, they soon saw a small village in the distance. Through the Eye of Truth, Bibi Han saw a line of people and a fenced enclosure. Above the gate hung a green emblem, with the words Shrek Academy written beneath it.

From the first impression alone, Shrek Academy gave Bibi Han one feeling: shabby.

After Xiao Wu complained for a while, the three joined the line. An old man was announcing that the registration fee was ten Gold Soul Coins.

Ten Gold Soul Coins. A mere registration fee cost ten Gold Soul Coins. Though ten Gold Soul Coins meant nothing to Bibi Han, what about everyone else? Ten Gold Soul Coins could ensure a commoner family lived free of worry over food and clothing for five years. And this was only the registration fee. If he remembered correctly, the tuition seemed to be one hundred Gold Soul Coins.

With tuition that exorbitant, ordinary families could not afford it at all without a Soul Master subsidy.

When a parent was rejected after paying the registration fee, the famous scene arrived. Dai Mubai revealed his Soul Elder cultivation and threatened the family. Seeing this, Bibi Han felt disgusted all over again.

There was nothing to say about the threat itself. In his previous life, college entrance exam registration had worked the same way—once you paid, there was no refund.

But it seemed his Soul Saint subordinates had not gathered any information about Shrek Academy publicly announcing its admission requirements. They did not reveal the requirements, merely claimed that graduates would receive the title of viscount, falsely said they had been notified by Spirit Hall, and finally used force to threaten others. Starting from the impression of shabbiness, it now made him feel outright sick.

Forget it. He would endure it a little longer, then leave after teaching Tang San a few more things.

The three arrived at the registration booth. Dai Mubai looked at Bibi Han with obvious fear, while two girls had appeared beside Bibi Han. The one with a childlike face and ample breasts was probably Zhu Zhuqing. The other, dressed in a white skirt with short hair cut to her ears and impossibly flawless skin, was Ning Rongrong.

Bibi Han walked toward the registration booth.

Without even checking his bones, the man said, "Your age is unsuitable."

With a Soul Emperor teacher to back him up, Dai Mubai stepped forward to mock him as well. "Our admissions requirement is twelve years old. Can you understand that?"

Bibi Han gave Dai Mubai a calm glance, a flash of icy light passing through his eyes. Dai Mubai felt as though he had encountered a Primordial Beast and stumbled several steps back in fright.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai with some disappointment, then turned to Bibi Han with curiosity.

At over one meter ninety tall, Bibi Han really did look older than his age.

Bibi Han merely replied calmly, "How do you know I'm unsuitable when you haven't even checked my bones?"

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Then hold out your hand."

"He really is twelve." The old man was somewhat surprised. He had never seen a twelve-year-old so tall and sturdy, but he quickly composed himself.

Bibi Han then summoned his Blue Silver God Martial Soul. Strangely, however, there were no Soul Rings around him.

This was actually achieved through the disguise effect of the Blue Silver Wings. Bibi Han had other methods as well, and before obtaining the Blue Silver Wings, he had planned to use them. But he worried Tang Hao might see through them, which would be troublesome.

"You don't even have a Soul Ring, and you still want to attend Shrek Academy? Get lost. Don't waste our time here." Seeing that this twelve-year-old had not even added a Soul Ring, the old man's eyes filled with contempt, and his tone was equally mocking.

Bibi Han narrowed his eyes slightly, but still explained, "My Martial Soul is somewhat special. It does not naturally display Soul Rings. As for my level, look at this."

He took out Spirit Hall's certificate.

"Gu Xuehan, mutated Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, yellow, yellow, purple Soul Rings, level 31 (53) Soul Elder." The old man cried out in shock.

A twelve-year-old Soul Elder—what a monstrous genius.

"Xiao San, his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass too, though it's mutated. No wonder I didn't recognize it just now."

Tang San looked at Bibi Han's Blue Silver Grass and sensed an extremely familiar aura.

A twelve-year-old Soul Elder with the optimal Soul Ring configuration. The old man immediately smiled and said warmly, "Congratulations, student. You have successfully entered Shrek Academy and become one of Shrek Academy's monsters."

Looking at the old man's enthusiastic expression, who could have imagined that he had been full of contempt and wanted to drive him away just moments ago?

Bibi Han remained impassive on the surface, but the disgust in his heart deepened: Monsters? Which idiots would rather be ugly monsters than decent human beings? Did they think I didn't know how ugly the thing called Shrek was?

As for why the old man allowed a trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass to enter, the reason was simple. If Bibi Han did not meet the standards and failed to graduate, the old man could simply kick him out. In the original story, thirty-five students had been expelled this way. If he graduated, then it would be proof that Shrek had taught him well. It was a guaranteed profit, so Shrek Academy had no reason to refuse him.

After that, everyone passed.

They arrived at an open area—the plaza of Shrek Academy—surrounded by wooden cabins.

"Selling sausages! Sausages for sale! Come take a look, don't miss out as you pass by! Oscar-brand sausages are delicious, sweet, cheap, and generously sized. Just five copper coins each. Eat an Oscar-brand sausage, and you'll definitely have an easier time passing the entrance exam."

Sausages. Oscar had appeared.

After observing him for a moment, Bibi Han had to admit that Oscar was indeed handsome. He wore simple gray clothes, had neat short hair, and a face full of beard, yet possessed a pair of large peach-blossom eyes. He would look even better without the beard, though he was still somewhat inferior to Bibi Han.

Bibi Han walked over and said, "Two sausages."

"Alright, Junior Brother. Here you go."

"Third Brother, I want some! They smell really good. Hurry up and line up—you buy them for me!"

Tang San nodded and bought two as well.

"Don't eat them. Don't eat them."

Dai Mubai had originally been eager for Bibi Han to eat the sausages, but when he saw Tang San and the others holding them too, he hurriedly warned them.

"They taste pretty good. Do you have any other flavors?"

Everyone stared at Bibi Han in shock.

"Brother, you're the first person who's learned how my sausages are made and still eaten them." Oscar said gratefully.

"It's just food. As long as it's non-toxic, harmless, and tasty, I don't care how it's made," Bibi Han replied.

"I Have a Little Sausage. Here, Brother."

Bibi Han started eating again.

"Um, Gu Xuehan, is it really that good?" Tang San asked.

"He's a food-type Soul Master. Could something made from Soul Power possibly taste bad? You should eat too."

However, Tang San and the others still did not eat them. They simply could not get past that mental hurdle.

Bibi Han did not care. They would have to eat them eventually anyway.

Then came the matters involving the Crystal Ball and the like.