Yan Shaozhe: Great, Xiaotao Can Be Saved

Night fell as dark as ink, gently embracing the entire Shrek Academy.

The bustling teaching building, usually so lively during the day, is now shrouded in quiet darkness, with only its outline casting blurry shadows in the moonlight.

However, in this deep night, one window remained lit.

This is the office of the Dean of the Martial Soul Department.

Inside the room, two figures sat facing each other across a large desk.

"... It's confirmed. His main martial soul is indeed of the Spirit Type, and his current Soul Power is level 43."

Du Weilun gently placed the documents in his hand on the table, his voice carrying a hint of astonishment that even he himself hadn't fully grasped.

He sat in the guest chair opposite the desk, while at the other end of the desk, Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department, sat upright, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the edge of the desk, making a barely audible sound.

"His name is Huo Yuhao."

Du Weilun continued, "The information we have so far is that he and his mother depend on each other for survival. They moved to Shrek City about a year ago and run a Soul Tool Shop there to make a living."

"Soul Tool Shop?" Yan Shaozhe's fingers, which were tapping on the edge of the table, suddenly stopped, his gaze sharpening. "You mean... he's Soul Engineer?"

Du Weilun nodded solemnly. "According to the investigation, all the Soul Tool in that shop were made by Huo Yuhao himself. He is at least a Level 5 Soul Engineer!"

Although Shrek Academy did not value Soul Tool, Yan Shaozhe knew what an eleven-year-old Level 5 Soul Engineer meant.

Yan Shaozhe's brows furrowed, his voice carrying an almost instinctive wariness. "Over there in the Soul Guidance Department, that old fox Qian Duoduo... has a very keen nose."

"You need to keep a close eye on this matter. Under no circumstances can you let him be Qian Duoduo into the Soul Guidance Department by Qian Duoduo."

He knew his old rival from the Soul Guidance Department all too well. If he knew that such a genius Soul Engineer had arrived in the Martial Soul Department, he would probably personally come to snatch him away overnight.

"Dean, rest assured," Du Weilun solemnly promised, "I will keep a close eye on things and ensure that Huo Yuhao remains in the Martial Soul Department, giving the Soul Guidance Department no opportunity to take advantage of him."

Yan Shaozhe nodded. Du Weilun was a steady and reliable person, and he could indeed feel more at ease entrusting this matter to him.

Yan Shaozhe picked up the teacup but didn't drink it, letting the warmth seep through the cup to his fingertips.

He lowered his eyes and asked again, "Did you ask about his Second Martial Soul?"

Du Weilun knew what Yan Shaozhe was concerned about, and he replied, "Because of what happened at the Academy East Gate today, Huo Yuhao probably still has some... opinions about the academy."

"I was worried that asking too many probing questions would make him resistant, so I didn't ask too many."

"However, it is certain that his Second Martial Soul is the Ultimate Ice Attribute."

Upon Yan Shaozhe's eyes blazed with barely suppressed excitement. His hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and a few drops of tea spilled out, but he was completely unaware.

"That's great... that's great!"

Yan Shaozhe murmured repeatedly, his voice slightly hoarse with excitement.

Those usually gentle and composed eyes were now gleaming with an almost ecstatic light.

His disciple Ma Xiaotao, who possessed exceptional talent but suffered greatly from the backlash of Evil Fire, finally saw a turning point!

Moreover, if his judgment is correct, after resolving the Evil Fire, Ma Xiaotao's Phoenix Flame might also evolve to the level of Ultimate Fire.

With two geniuses possessing Ultimate Attribute, Shrek Academy's prestige will undoubtedly rise to a new level!

Seeing Yan Shaozhe's barely suppressed excitement, Du Weilun's eyes flickered, and he seized the opportunity to speak again.

"Dean, according to the registration order of the new students, Huo Yuhao has been assigned to... Freshman Class One."

Yan Shaozhe pulled himself out of his turbulent thoughts, turned to look at Du Weilun, a hint of doubt in his eyes, clearly not yet understanding the deeper meaning of his words.

Du Weilun didn't beat around the bush and said, "The homeroom teacher for Freshman Class One is Zhou Yi, and you know her teaching style."

"Given Professor Zhou's strictness, and even... some of his overly extreme methods."

"Huo Yuhao just had that conflict with the academy at the gate today, and he's already emotionally sensitive. If he were to have another conflict with Teacher Zhou..."

That's enough. Yan Shaozhe raised an eyebrow, fully understanding Du Weilun's subtext.

He did not respond immediately, but slowly stood up from his chair and paced around the office.

The Soul Guidance Lamp cast his long, slender shadow, making it appear to grow longer and shorter, as it moved silently across the wall.

After a long while, Yan Shaozhe stopped and turned to Du Weilun.

"No need to adjust," he said in a low voice. "Just send Huo Yuhao to Class One."

"Dean?" Du Weilun frowned slightly. "This... I'm afraid conflict between them is inevitable."

Yan Shaozhe glanced at him, a meaningful smile slowly curving his lips.

"Isn't that perfect?"

"A genius like Huo Yuhao is someone the academy will definitely keep, no matter what, there's no doubt about that."

He paused, his gaze calmly settling on Du Weilun's face. "Then, if one cannot have both..."

At this point, Du Weilun had clearly understood.

Huo Yuhao must stay.

The one who should leave is naturally Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi, the homeroom teacher of Freshman Class One the Martial Soul Department, is indeed quite capable in teaching.

However, his strict, almost harsh, and ruthless style has driven away countless students over the years and has long been the subject of much controversy.

If it weren't for her husband being Fan Yu, a powerful figure in the Soul Guidance Department, given her behavior, she would have long since been unable to remain teaching at the Shrek Academy.

But this time, if she hadn't been careful, she would have run into Huo Yuhao, a peerless genius.

Even Fan Yu couldn't protect her.

Having unraveled this intricate web of calculations, Du Weilun looked at Yan Shaozhe with a newfound respect and admiration.

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Without making a sound or leaving a trace, using someone else's strength against them, killing two birds with one stone.

Du Weilun took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and spoke with increasing respect, "The Dean's considerations are thorough; it was I who... was shallow."

The next day.

A ray of gentle morning light pierced through the thin mist, passing through the small window of the dormitory, spreading a soft golden hue across the floor.

Huo Yuhao had finished washing up and entered the room carrying a neatly tidied washbasin.

He looked at the bed opposite him. A light blue head had just emerged from under the covers, its hair sticking out messily, with a few stray strands edged in gold by the backlight.

Those pinkish-blue eyes were half-open, veiled with a layer of mist from just waking up, making them look like they hadn't woken up yet.

Huo Yuhao put the washbasin down and reminded him, "Aren't you going to wash up? Class starts soon after dinner."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong's eyes instantly cleared. He quickly threw off the covers, got out of bed, grabbed his toiletries, and rushed out the door.

Not long after, as the two walked towards the cafeteria together, Wang Dong kept his head down and followed Huo Yuhao half a step behind.

She looked exactly like a wronged young wife who dared not utter a sound.

He looked completely different from the proud young man with his chin slightly raised when we met yesterday.

The fact that Wang Dong, as proud as a peacock, could undergo such a dramatic change overnight was truly due to the immense shock brought about by Huo Yuhao's four Soul Rings.

He had to admit that in front of Huo Yuhao, he... really had nothing to be proud of.

Aside from his face, he really has nothing that can compare to Huo Yuhao.

He sullenly kicked away a small pebble at his feet and followed Huo Yuhao into the cafeteria.

The two quickly finished their breakfast standing up and headed straight for the classroom.

Freshman Class One is located on the first floor of the white teaching building, in the first classroom on the left after entering.

When the two entered the classroom, there were already quite a few people sitting inside. They found two empty seats at the back and sat down.

Wang Dong's unusual short, light blue hair was so eye-catching in the classroom, and coupled with his delicate face, he attracted a lot of attention as soon as he sat down.

A few girls in the front row quietly turned around, their gazes lingering on Wang Dong's face before quickly turning back. They whispered among themselves, and whispered phrases like "So pretty" drifted over.

Wang Dong remained expressionless, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze.

Not long after, a series of steady footsteps came from the corridor.

The whispers in the classroom quickly subsided, and everyone simultaneously turned their gazes away, sat up straight, and looked towards the podium.

A figure walked in; it was an old woman.

With wrinkled skin and white hair, a simple gray robe wrapped around his slightly hunched body, yet he exuded a sharp and acerbic aura.

She stood on the podium, her sharp gaze slowly sweeping across the classroom. Wherever her gaze fell, several timid students instinctively shrank back.

What a strict teacher! This was the thought that almost every new student had when they first saw her.

However, Huo Yuhao's gaze sharpened slightly when it fell on the old woman.

He could tell at a glance that the old woman was definitely not very old.

This appearance of wrinkled skin, white hair, and old age is clearly a disguise!