Don't Take Off Your Armor, Take Off Your Makeup First

Originally, Douluo did not have the existence of humanity; there was only the Heavenly Dao, which is the Plane Spirit.

Because of the birth of Xuanyuan Sheng's martial soul, the Xuanyuan Sword, humanity condensed and generated the human destiny of Douluo.

With the rules complete, everything seemed perfect.

However, that was not the case.

The Heavenly Dao was being slowly devoured, and even the Life Tree was being assimilated by someone.

"They say weak planes don't have a Plane Spirit, but you've produced several gods, yet you still can't beat a rat."

Xuanyuan Sheng only felt exhausted; these teammates were hard to carry.

Human destiny had only been developing for a few years. If the Plane Spirit changed hands, there would be no need to wait for the ten-thousand-year grand plan; they might as well surrender and dissolve humanity right now.

Ten thousand years had passed, and this useless Plane Spirit had likely already had at least half of its Heavenly Dao destiny stolen by others.

Fortunately, human destiny was born relying on Xuanyuan Sheng, and its relationship with this Douluo plane was not like the Plane Spirit, which could be easily discovered by others.

He glanced at the sky outside, which had already turned dark.

"Things have reached this point, let's just go to sleep."

Sea God Island.

The attic of the Dean and Vice Dean of the Soul Tool Department.

"This isn't real."

Zhou Yi still wore the old face she used for her disguise, but her mood was extremely volatile. She sat in front of the mirror, watching herself and repeating the same sentence over and over.

Behind her stood Fan Yu.

He was still unclear about what had caused Zhou Yi's mood to become so manic.

Today was the day students enrolled, and there was no need to deal with them at all.

Moreover, she was usually very calm; even when facing those students, she never wore her emotions on her sleeve.

She was nothing like this, staring into the mirror and flying into a rage for no reason.

Fan Yu walked up and placed his hands on Zhou Yi's shoulders. The sudden weight startled her.

"Yi, are you still worried that the students won't be able to feel fear toward you?" Fan Yu asked in a teasing tone.

In his view, this old woman appearance, combined with the temper she was currently displaying, perfectly matched the persona Zhou Yi wanted to project.

Startled by Fan Yu, Zhou Yi's voice rose sharply: "What are you doing?"

The extreme panic in her heart at the moment those hands touched her shoulders was like a mouse encountering a cat.

She exploded at the slightest touch.

Fan Yu felt that something was wrong with Zhou Yi. In the past, Zhou Yi would practice her expressions in the mirror, and her current expression could only be described as normal.

But at this moment, he truly felt the anger radiating from her.

"Yi, what is wrong with you? Did someone do something to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure of a Soul Douluo, imposing without anger, radiated from his body.

Feeling her lover's anger, Zhou Yi's muddled head finally cleared up, and her eyes returned to calm.

"Fan Yu, I'm fine. I was just practicing my expressions like usual, but I lost myself for a moment."

Fan Yu looked at her in surprise.

"Really? Then your acting skills have improved greatly this time. I was truly startled by your anger."

He shook his head and praised: "As expected of our Shrek teacher Zhou Yi, who has the highest advancement rate and is the most beloved."

Zhou Yi seemed to be awakened, suddenly realizing the truth.

She was the most formidable teacher in Shrek; how could she be defeated by such a small setback?

That child must have refused to leave so directly simply because he didn't understand her.

Given Zhang Lexuan's hands-off attitude toward her younger brother, she would absolutely never intervene in his choices by telling him which teacher in the academy was the best.

If that child knew he had rejected a teacher with the experience to cultivate gods, he would definitely be crying and begging for her guidance.

Thinking of that moment, the corners of Zhou Yi's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Fan Yu, I have obtained the teaching manuscript of the Grandmaster from ten thousand years ago."

"Grandmaster? A manuscript?"

Fan Yu followed Zhou Yi's words and immediately thought of a predecessor, his expression changing: "Could it be the Grandmaster from the Golden Triangle ten thousand years ago, Yu Xiaogang?"

Zhou Yi nodded steadily.

Fan Yu was overjoyed. Zhou Yi's teaching quality was already high, and now, with the experience of the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, it was even better.

Perhaps in the field of teaching students, no one could surpass Zhou Yi.

[Task Issued]

[Recruit Xuanyuan Sheng through the quality of your own teaching. This mission has a time limit of one month, starting from the beginning of the class.]

[The earlier the mission is completed, the higher the reward. The maximum reward is an instant 10-level increase in spirit power, with a spirit ring automatically matched to the most suitable age. The reverse is also true.]

The rewards offered by this suddenly released mission shocked Zhou Yi deeply.

A direct 10-level increase in spirit power, complete with an adaptive spirit ring—how was this any different from a god's reward?

However, it was about recruiting that kid Xuanyuan Sheng again. She remembered him saying he had high talent when he first awakened his spirit, though she didn't know his current spirit power level.

But...

Only those who were monsters were truly worthy of being taught by her, Zhou Yi.

In her eyes, Xuanyuan Sheng was no different from any other little monster. There was no need for her to personally go and recruit him; as long as she showcased her talent, he would come running to beg to join her class.

If it were in the past, she would have certainly gone out of her way to recruit and nurture such a little monster.

Without the experience of a master, she would have had to fight for it, but now that she had the master's teaching experience, if she still had to fight for it, wouldn't that experience have gone to waste?

"Fan Yu, just you wait. I will definitely make the Soul Tool Department just as popular as the Spirit Master Department."

A confident light shone in Zhou Yi's eyes.

Once she recruited Xuanyuan Sheng into Class One and weeded out the rotten apples in the class, she would take him to Fan Yu's Soul Tool Department to study Soul Tools.

Since he was a little monster praised even by his older sister Zhang Lexuan, wouldn't it be a breeze for him to cultivate in both the Soul Tool Department and the Spirit Master Department?

And as for her current, prematurely aged appearance.

Once she became that kid's teacher, wouldn't her favorability rating skyrocket? Everyone knew that among the students she, Zhou Yi, had mentored, not a single one who had successfully advanced had ever spoken ill of her.

Under the influence of Fan Yu's words, the gloom in Zhou Yi's heart slowly dissipated.

She looked at Fan Yu with deep affection.

Fan Yu understood her intent, wrapped his arms around Zhou Yi's waist, and waited for what was to come.

But after waiting for a long time, Zhou Yi still hadn't removed the disguise from her face, so he asked gloomily, "Yi, what's wrong?"

Waves of emotion rippled through Zhou Yi's weathered eyes.

"Fan Yu, if I were to grow old, would you still love me this much?"

Fan Yu nodded firmly, "Of course."

Zhou Yi gave a shy smile, "Then how about we start living our life from thirty years in the future?"

Seeing Zhou Yi remove her armor but keep her makeup on.

Fan Yu: ?????