Shrek Will Have No Worries for Three Hundred Years

Watching Huo Yuhao disappear from sight, Yan Shaozhe withdrew his gaze and slowly turned around.

His gaze fell on the scarlet figure beside him, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his tone carried an undisguised earnestness like that of an old father.

"How about it?"

Ma Xiaotao was gazing absently at the empty grove of trees when she heard this and paused slightly in surprise.

"How about what?"

She blinked her pink eyes, meeting her teacher's gaze, which seemed to say, "Don't play dumb."

Three breaths later, she finally came to her senses.

Then, she rolled her eyes inwardly with utter helplessness. "Teacher~"

He's still just a child.

Yan Shaozhe glanced at her sideways, letting out a dismissive snort, "They're just kids now, but they'll grow up in a few years. Besides, you can develop feelings for each other first!"

Ma Xiaotao: "..."

She opened her mouth, only to find herself at a loss for words.

Standing three steps away, Du Weilun took a few more steps back in an extremely slow and silent manner.

He kept his eyes downcast and his face expressionless; he felt it was best not to hear these conversations.

Yan Shaozhe's attention was entirely on his disciple, and he asked again, "Then tell me honestly, what do you think of his strength and talent?"

Ma Xiaotao was silent for a moment. She lowered her eyes, and Huo Yuhao's four Soul Rings and the sword he used to stab Zhou Yi came to mind.

After a moment, she uttered, "Very strong."

Since awakening her Phoenix Martial Soul at the age of six, Ma Xiaotao has never been defeated among her peers and has been praised by her teachers as "a once-in-a-century genius of Shrek Academy".

But faced with this young man, she had no choice but to admit defeat.

Yan Shaozhe took a half step forward, his tone persuasive. "Look, he's good-looking and talented. You can't find another person like him on the entire continent."

He paused, then said earnestly, "Once you miss it, it's truly gone."

"Teacher!"

Ma Xiaotao paused, her voice tinged with a sense of resignation. "Have you ever considered... that they might not even be interested in me?"

"Why should I look down on it?"

Yan Shaozhe raised an eyebrow, his voice suddenly rising. "Your looks, physique, talent, and strength—aren't they all top-notch?"

However, despite saying that, Yan Shaozhe also felt a sense of worry, realizing that this was indeed a problem.

What if?

What if that child really doesn't like it?

Yan Shaozhe fell silent.

Despite her burly appearance, Fan Yu is hopelessly in love.

Otherwise, how could he have been so thoroughly manipulated by that old hag Zhou Yi?

Zhou Yi usually has a cold face, as if everyone owes her 80,000 Gold Soul Coin, but in front of Fan Yu, she can coax this strong man out of his wits with just a few glances.

Today, immediately after Yan Shaozhe fired Zhou Yi, she went to find Fan Yu.

After a lot of crying and fussing, Fan Yu naturally had to step in.

In the afternoon, the sun was setting in the west.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door of the Dean of the Martial Soul Department's office.

"Please come in."

Yan Shaozhe's calm voice came from inside the door.

The door was pushed open, and Qian Duoduo's signature smiling face peeked in first, his eyes narrowing into slits as he grinned. "Hey, Lao Yan, busy, huh?"

Yan Shaozhe looked up, his gaze sweeping over Qian Duoduo and landing on Fan Yu following behind him. He already knew perfectly well what their purpose was.

Qian Duoduo didn't stand on Yan Shaozhe without any hesitation.

His face was beaming as he said, "Old Yan, to be honest, I've come here today to ask you for a favor."

Yan Shaozhe glanced at him, leaned back in his chair, and said in a nonchalant tone, "If you're pleading for Zhou Yi, then please don't bother."

That's a very straightforward statement, without any beating around the bush.

Qian Duoduo's smile froze instantly. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

As a long-time rival, Yan Shaozhe's preemptive strike completely blocked all the prepared arguments he had prepared.

However, Qian Duoduo has been working his way up in Shrek Academy for decades, and his skin has long been thicker than a city wall.

He chuckled awkwardly, forcing down his embarrassment, and forced a smile back onto his face, "Hey, Lao Yan, don't be so heartless. We've worked together for so many years, can't we talk this over?"

"Heartless?" Yan Shaozhe turned serious. "It's not that I'm heartless, it's just that Zhou Yi's actions over the years have gone too far."

"How many times before, I turned a blind eye and didn't take it seriously because of you?"

But this time, it's different.

"Different?" Qian Duoduo's eyes darted around, and she leaned forward, her tone tentative. "How are they different?"

"You know Zhou Yi's personality; she's a bit short-tempered and strict with her students, but her intentions are always good..."

"Be stricter?" Yan Shaozhe interrupted him, looking directly at Qian Duoduo: "On the very first day of school, she went to the Soul Fighting Arena with a freshman. Dean Qian, tell me, what kind of logic is that?"

Qian Duoduo's smile froze for a moment.

Yan Shaozhe didn't stop. He slowly stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and said with his back to the two of them, "To attack a freshman with the cultivation of Soul Emperor is not enough, the most important thing is..."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over Qian Duoduo and Fan Yu's faces. "She lost."

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Fan Yu froze on the spot, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

Lost?

The Soul Emperor actually lost to a newcomer?

Qian Duoduo's expression froze for a moment, then she turned her head sharply to look at Fan Yu standing behind her.

Fan Yu didn't mention a single word about this to him!

However, when he saw Fan Yu's expression, he swallowed back the urge to question her.

Fan Yu's face was also blank; clearly, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

Yan Shaozhe took in the reactions of the two men and realized that they didn't even know what trouble Zhou Yi had gotten into this time.

He chuckled inwardly, but his face remained impassive, his tone carrying a hint of profound meaning.

"This student..." He paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, before slowly saying, "Is the most astonishingly talented person I have ever seen in all my years of teaching."

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is a genius."

"In my opinion, even Tang San's ancestor from ten thousand years ago would be inferior to him at this age."

Upon hearing this, both Qian Duoduo and Fan Yu were shocked.

Who was Tang San's ancestor?

Those are legendary figures, the spiritual totem of the Shrek Academy, and beings who will ultimately become gods!

Yan Shaozhe actually compared a freshman to Tang San's ancestor?

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes, but then a sense of curiosity was also piqued within them.

What kind of extraordinary talent could make Yan Shaozhe say such a thing?

Then, a hint of barely suppressed excitement appeared on Yan Shaozhe's usually serious face, and his voice even rose a few decibels.

"He's only eleven years old, yet he's already a level forty-three Soul Ancestor! His Soul Ring Configuration is two purple and two black!"

These words struck Qian Duoduo and Fan Yu like a thunderbolt.

Eleven years old, level 43?

Two purple and two black?!

Qian Duoduo gasped, her usually shrewd and worldly eyes now filled with pure shock.

An eleven-year-old Soul Ancestor? He'd lived this long and had never even heard of one, let alone seen one!

Not to mention the Soul Ring Configuration —what does that even mean?

This means that from the very First Soul Ring, this child absorbed spirits at a rate that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to imagine!

"His name is Huo Yuhao."

When this name was mentioned, Yan Shaozhe couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, after all, such a genius emerged during his time as dean.

His tone was filled with an undeniable certainty as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "As long as he can grow up, Shrek Academy... will be worry-free for the next three hundred years!"