That evening, Shrek Academy was brightly lit.
Tang San lay on his bed, pondering tomorrow's soul-hunting operation.
After absorbing the whale rubber and enduring the tempering of Brother Chen's karma fire, he felt he could currently withstand a soul ring of four to five thousand years at most.
As soon as this thought popped up, he startled himself.
The limit for a fourth soul ring is only around five thousand years... To aim for five thousand years on my third ring, it always feels a bit too reckless.
Tang San always preferred to play it safe, but cultivation was like sailing against the current; if you didn't advance, you retreated.
What was more, choosing a soul ring was absolute top priority for a soul master. If he backed down for the sake of caution and didn't dare challenge his own limit, the gap between him and Brother Chen would only grow wider in the future.
Thinking of this, a flash of determination crossed Tang San's eyes.
If possible, he decided to challenge his limits with this soul ring choice.
Early the next morning.
The members of Shrek packed their luggage and gathered at the school gate.
Flender pushed up his glasses, swept his gaze over the spirited little monsters, and said in a deep voice.
"Listen up, everyone. Star Dou Forest isn't some small woods on the outskirts of Suotuo City. Thousand-year soul beasts run rampant in there, and ten-thousand-year ones aren't unheard of. Once we go in, obey orders in everything. Whoever runs around..."
He paused, a cold light reflecting off his lenses, "I'll have Teacher Zhao give him an extra month of training."
Zhao Wuji cooperatively clenched his fists, his knuckle joints cracking, and grinned with a "kind" smile.
Ma Hongjun shrunk his neck and muttered softly,