Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West

The Academy, based on the performance of new students in the assessment, has finally approved the following core disciples: Ning Tian, Wu Feng, Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu, Lan Susu, and Lan Luoluo.

Du Weilun announced from the stage, holding a folder.

The students: !

Below the stage, the students exchanged bewildered glances, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes. None of the three captains from the top three teams—An Zhen, Huo Yutong, and Huang Chutian—were on the list. Everyone subconsciously looked towards the most dazzling figure among the new students in this assessment.

An Zhen: expressionless.

But it wasn't because of him. He had already told the girls beside him that he had become a core disciple. It was because of his little Yutong.

An Zhen looked towards another team, meeting a pair of slightly wronged, clear blue eyes. The brilliant stars seemed to dim at that moment.

Why? She had poured all her effort into it since entering Shrek. She worked hard when others rested, and she worked hard when others were lazy. With An Zhen's status refresh, besides eating and traveling, she had been working hard for over twenty hours a day.

The loli's figure swayed slightly.

Huo Yutong felt as if all her efforts had been negated in that instant.

An Zhen suddenly felt a knot of frustration in his chest.

"Move aside."

An Zhen slipped out of the team.

At his fastest speed without activating his Martial Soul, An Zhen rushed to the front of the Dormitory building.

A beautiful woman with long, straight black hair was pushing the wheelchair of a white-haired old man.

An Zhen blocked their path.

An Zhen sat down on the ground.

An Zhen: (＃￣~￣＃)

Mu En: ...

The dissatisfaction on the young man's face was almost overflowing, looking aggrieved, like a child throwing a tantrum at an elder.

"Sigh~"

A hint of helplessness appeared on Mu En's face, like an elder being pestered by their own child's incessant crying.

Zhang Lexuan watched the scene with a smile.

"You're unhappy that Shaozhe didn't list that child as a core disciple?"

"Unhappy!"

An Zhen leaned closer to the old man's side. "Grandpa, I'm a reasonable person, but this is Dean Yan's mistake!"

"Tell me, if Shaozhe is truly wrong, I will seek justice for you," the old voice slowly replied with a hint of helplessness.

"Zhou Yi and Teacher Fan Yu can testify to Yutong's hard work. In the evening, in my dream world, she was also reviewing knowledge points and practicing Tang Sect's ultimate skills. She even worked hard for twenty-two to twenty-three hours a day."

"Just this alone, no one in the entire academy can do it!"

"Mhm," Mu En nodded gently. "She is indeed a hardworking good child."

But it wasn't enough.

A white Soul Ring lit up, and her star-like eyes brightened. "Although Yutong only has a ten-year Soul Ring, this Soul Skill is very magical."

Spirit Detection.

Spirit Sharing.

"And this range can improve as Yutong grows."

"Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao could achieve extraordinary results because of this. Don't you think a control-type Soul Master with such a Soul Skill is important?"

Mu En's cloudy eyes brightened, and he nodded gently. "A natural Soul Master commander."

360-degree coverage with no blind spots.

Anyone who had studied related knowledge knew how powerful this Soul Skill was.

Although the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was weak, that was for a million-year Soul Beast. The Soul Skills she provided were indeed powerful.

"If this detection condenses into a solid line, it can produce a soul impact."

An Zhen used the reason Yutong had used to fool Wang Dong.

He unleashed a soul impact into the air.

Others might not feel anything, but this Dragon God Douluo "saw" it clearly.

"This is really a ten-year Soul Ring?!"

Zhang Lexuan felt that such an ability should only appear on a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring.

An Zhen lit up his white Soul Ring.

Believe it or not, that was the color of Yutong's Soul Ring when it appeared. An Zhen had copied and disguised it.

"And there's a Martial Soul Fusion Skill that can disintegrate a Soul Douluo's protective Soul Power. Isn't this more powerful than Hell White Tiger? Why should Zhu Lu be selected and Yutong not?"

"Because of her talent, An kid."

The disheveled old man appeared beside An Zhen at some unknown time. Taking a bite of a chicken leg, Xuan Lao spoke slowly, "The most important thing about a Martial Soul is potential, mutation. Even if you gave her the Xuan Water Pill, it couldn't change anything. Her Innate Soul Power is too low."

"With your dream world, her early cultivation might still keep up, but will every Soul Ring she gets in the future be as magical as her first?"

An Zhen opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Of course, the academy can also grant Huo Yutong the status of a core disciple of the Martial Soul department." A refined middle-aged man appeared. Yan Shaozhe looked at An Zhen and said slowly, "But that's because of you, An Zhen."

"?" An Zhen.

Wait, why are both of you Super Douluo showing up? Are you that free?

"Forget it."

An Zhen shook his head. Huo Yutong would not accept core disciple status obtained in this manner.

An Zhen left.

An Zhen was lifted up.

An Zhen was put back down.

"What are you doing?"

An Zhen glanced at the situation. One was rank 95, another 98, and the last 99. I'm not Di Tian, why are you surrounding me?

"Shao Zhe, you speak."

"Classmate An Zhen," Yan Shaozhe looked at An Zhen with anticipation, "Aren't you going to fight for an opportunity for the cute girl?"

"No."

Shaking his head, An Zhen said with a serious expression, "I will advise Huo Yutong to never have the idea of becoming a core disciple of the Martial Soul department."

Today you ignore me. Tomorrow, you won't be able to reach me.

Yan Shaozhe:?

"Dean Yan, I believe the results of this assessment are fair and just. Yutong is indeed not suitable for development in the Martial Soul department." The young man said with a smile.

Something's not right. Something is very wrong.

Xuan Lao's cloudy eyes glanced at the smiling young man. He always felt that this kid was up to something. Could that girl have some hidden talent? Did I misjudge her?

"Classmate An Zhen, I've come for the strike you used to defeat the Hell White Tiger that day." Yan Shaozhe couldn't quite understand An Zhen's sudden change in attitude, but honestly, his opinion was the same as Xuan Lao's: Huo Yutong's talent was indeed lacking.

"It was a phantom copied from Grandpa. It's like a clone of Grandpa using my body, but I can't do it myself," An Zhen told the truth.

"Are you willing to learn?"

Mu En's aged voice rang out.

The world seemed to fall silent at that moment.

An Zhen's talent was too strong. He possessed the potential of an Ultimate Douluo, could copy Martial Souls, use Martial Soul Fusion Skills, and even Mu Lao's Ruler of the World. A three-ring Soul Elder could use Soul Skills to become a four-ring Soul Ancestor, with an unfathomable total amount of Soul Power.

The reason Xuan Lao and Yan Shaozhe couldn't sit still and came personally was Ning Tian. If they didn't come now, the other party might just take everything. Why didn't that girl Le Xuan say anything about the intel?

"Teacher?"

An Zhen asked Electrolux for his opinion.

"This guy's strength is good. If you want to learn, you can, but you have to complete the homework I assign," Electrolux's voice sounded. Electrolux didn't mind his disciple having other teachers. He vaguely remembered having many teachers himself back then, and what was the point of arguing with someone who was about to die?

"Willing, of course, I'm willing," An Zhen nodded. It seems Xu Tianran really did a good job. No wonder Grandpa was so sure back then that following him would be fine. My background is definitely not an issue.

"Teacher," An Zhen seized the opportunity, "What is the name of that move?"

"Ruler of the World."

Mu En's aged face broke into a smile. He was very satisfied with this, his last disciple, a successor who perfectly fit his inheritance.

Yan Shaozhe's face broke into a smile. Got him. They had investigated An Zhen's hometown and past.

"Junior disciple."

Yan Shaozhe gently patted An Zhen's shoulder. "You must be strong."

Am I that fragile?

An Zhen was confused.

"Because we investigated your background after granting you the identity of a core disciple of the Martial Soul department, we found traces of your biological parents, but they passed away many years ago. From now on, we are your family."

"Huh?"

Bullshit.

Xu Tianran clearly arranged for me to be an orphan, where did parents come from?

Whatever, as long as my background is fine, I'll ask Grandpa when I go back for the holidays.

Yan Shaozhe took his junior disciple back to complete the freshman assembly procedures, finally reminding him, "The extra reward for first place is a thousand-year Sky-Void Demon Leopard leg bone. Junior disciple, don't absorb it. Teacher will prepare something better for you."

Ning Tian and An Zhen, who was filling the auxiliary Soul Master role, were assigned to Class Three.

"An Zhen."

Ning Tian took out a Soul Bone wrapped in leather. "Wu Feng and I barely contributed, so you can handle this."

"My family has already arranged one for me, and this one isn't suitable for Sister Feng either."

Compared to An Zhen, a mere Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone was nothing.

If he wanted one, she could arrange a whole set for him.

Ning Tian's words were on the tip of her tongue.

"I just took Dragon God Douluo as my master."

Ning Tian's smile froze.

Was she just backstabbed?

Just now?

"Congratulations."

The golden-haired young lady's smile was genuine.

Given the nature of Shrek Academy and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, they would never become enemies. Even if An Zhen became the Sea God Pavilion Master, it wouldn't affect him being the husband of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's sect master.

But she still felt like she'd been one-upped.

"I can't use it anyway, and Senior Brother Yan told me not to absorb it. Let's sell it and split the money."

Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

For others, it was indeed a rare treasure.

But An Zhen really didn't care about it. Wang Dong couldn't use it either. As for using the Soul Bone to woo Xiao Xiao, that wasn't his reward alone.

Virtual world.

"Yutong."

An Zhen hugged the blue-haired cutie.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully the poor maiden."

"Brother An Zhen."

Huo Yutong sniffled.

"The choice of a million-year Soul Beast was by no means accidental."

"You are favored by destiny, cherished by the world."

A girl of eleven, who lost her mother and carried hatred, was truly strong and remarkable.

"Yes, yes."

The lazy, golden-haired otaku appeared, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm clenched his fist. "Those people were blind. You are my host, and our goal is godhood."

"Thank you, Brother An Zhen, Sister Tianmeng."

He instantly became second in seniority at Shrek Academy, on par with Xuan Lao (Mu En's junior nephew) and Yan Shaozhe.

Beibei and Zhang Lexuan's great-grandfather!

Ugh, so confusing.

"Satisfied?"

An Zhen released the black reins from his flawless cheeks, still flushed with excitement.

"Very satisfied."

The soft, long black-haired senior praised.

It felt like the two of them were not on the same wavelength.

The black and white silk fabric outlined the plumpness of the beautiful woman's legs. Her fair jade hands adjusted the slightly askew devil horn decorations on her head. With her slender arms, she pulled the young man into her soft, fragrant embrace, and her slightly shy voice rang out, "Even though the scale is large, I'm not pregnant. Not yet."

An orphan who lacked familial affection, though an incredible genius, was still ultimately a child of eleven or twelve.

Zhang Lexuan thought with some heartache.

"Ugh."

An Zhen felt like he couldn't breathe.