A Puny Fraud Academy Thinks It Deserves Students?

Two figures stepped out of the shadows.

They were two acquaintances Jiang Ming had just met.

Flender and Shao Xin!

"Please don't misunderstand, young friend. We mean no harm."

"I am Shao Xin, and this is Flender."

"We personally saw His Highness summon you into the City Lord's Mansion's outer hall."

"We just wanted to ask... how did you detoxify him?"

Shao Xin spoke first, waving both hands before him.

As he spoke, his round eyes revealed a pure curiosity, utterly without impurity.

It was a healing Soul Master's instinctive longing for unknown medical arts.

"His evil fire flared up. You don't know how to treat that?"

Jiang Ming looked at Shao Xin and suddenly smiled.

Shao Xin and Flender both froze.

"Go to a brothel?"

Flender frowned and asked tentatively.

"Going to a brothel is release. Doing it yourself is also release. Isn't that the same?"

Jiang Ming stood there without changing expression.

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!"

"I actually never thought of that method!"

Shao Xin's mouth opened into a perfect circle.

Flender coughed twice beside him, his expression somewhat unnatural.

He had not expected this kid to speak so bluntly, much less expected old Shao Xin to seriously start analyzing it.

"Anything else?"

Jiang Ming glanced at the two of them, ready to end this chance encounter in the alley.

"Young friend, you should be a freelance Soul Master, right?"

Flender straightened his gray robe and put on what he considered a highly distinguished smile.

"Yes."

Jiang Ming nodded.

Flender's smile deepened. He pulled a worn card from his sleeve and handed it toward Jiang Ming.

Several wildly scrawled words were printed on it—Shrek Academy.

"Are you interested in joining our Shrek Academy?"

As Flender spoke, he lifted his chin slightly, his eyes carrying undisguised arrogance.

It was as though what he had offered was not an enrollment card, but a ticket leading to a Titled Douluo.

"I've never heard of it. Is it officially recognized?"

Jiang Ming did not take the card.

He lowered his head to glance at the words on it, then looked back up at Flender.

"Heh, young friend, you don't understand."

Flender's expression stiffened slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

"Our Shrek Academy needs no official recognition. Because we possess the strength."

Flender withdrew the card, raised one finger, and pointed lightly into the air.

"Our academy only recruits geniuses! Geniuses under twelve years old whose Soul Power exceeds level twenty!"

"We have such confidence because the academy has three Soul Saints and two Soul Emperors."

"And every class of graduates, if they so much as stomped a foot on Douluo Continent, the ground would shake three times."

He raised a third finger, the pride in his voice reaching its peak.

"The most outstanding among them is now an elder of Spirit Hall, with authority second only to the current Pope!"

After saying all that, Flender clasped his hands behind his back and waited to see shock or admiration appear on Jiang Ming's face.

Yet Jiang Ming's expression never changed.

He merely looked calmly at Flender, as if waiting for him to finish.

"So impressive?"

"How many years has your academy been established?"

Jiang Ming's tone was neither warm nor cold, making it impossible to tell whether he was admiring him or brushing him off.

"Less than twenty years."

Flender was slightly stunned, not expecting that question.

"To cultivate a student at the level of a Spirit Hall elder in less than twenty years, such a foundation—"

"So that means..."

"You, a Soul Saint, trained a Titled Douluo? And that Titled Douluo is under thirty-two years old?"

Jiang Ming tilted his head, his tone carrying a pure, almost innocent confusion.

"I didn't... Why would you say that?"

Flender's expression froze.

"A Spirit Hall elder must be a Titled Douluo."

"You said it yourself. Your most outstanding graduate is a Spirit Hall elder."

"That means you trained a Titled Douluo."

"Your academy has existed for less than twenty years. Even if that student enrolled in its very first year, they could be no older than thirty-two now."

"A thirty-two-year-old Titled Douluo? Then they really should stomp their foot on Douluo Continent and make the entire continent shake three times."

Jiang Ming spread his hands, his expression as innocent as though he were answering a simple arithmetic question.

Flender's expression completely changed.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but it was as though something had lodged in his throat.

He had been so busy boasting that he had not calculated the numbers at all.

Who was the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent?

Tang Hao!

He had become a Titled Douluo at forty-four and was already known as the Clear Sky Douluo, shaking the entire Soul Master world.

A thirty-two-year-old Titled Douluo?

That would be enough to punch a hole through the heavens!

"I told you to boast less, but you wouldn't listen."

Shao Xin suppressed a laugh beside him, elbowing Flender in the waist as he muttered softly.

"I may be young, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid."

Jiang Ming's voice was calm and carried no mockery, yet every word landed like a resounding slap across Flender's face.

"I have no interest at all in a fraud academy."

"Oh, and one more thing. I just cured the Heaven Dou Empire's Crown Prince. If anyone wants to make a move against me, they'd better consider the consequences first."

Jiang Ming turned around and walked away.

"The person who was poisoned just now was the Heaven Dou Empire's Crown Prince?!"

Shao Xin's eyes widened.

A flash of astonishment burst from those round eyes.

Jiang Ming did not answer. His figure gradually vanished into the darkness of the alley.

Flender stood where he was, his expression as ugly as if he had swallowed a live toad.

He had lived for over forty years, yet today a ten-year-old brat had pointed at his nose and called Shrek Academy a "fraud academy."

How could he possibly swallow that insult?

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded from the entrance of the alley.

A tall blond youth rushed into the alley, anxiety written across his handsome face.

It was Dai Mubai.

"Headmaster! Teacher Shao!"

He ran up to them, panting heavily.

"Fatty was injured at the Soul Fighting Arena. He's still lying there and can't get up. Teacher Shao, hurry back and help!"

Flender's eyes suddenly lit up.

He grabbed Dai Mubai's shoulder, using enough force to make Dai Mubai frown.

"Mubai, you came at just the right time!"

"Go teach that kid a good lesson."

A meaningful smile appeared on Flender's face as he jerked his chin toward the depths of the alley.

It was precisely the direction Jiang Ming had left in.

"What kid?"

Dai Mubai froze.

"A brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

"You don't need to worry about anything else. Just catch up to him."

Flender patted his shoulder, his tone carrying the slyness of an old fox.

If they made a move themselves, it would indeed cause quite a bit of trouble.

But it would be different if Dai Mubai made a move!

It was perfectly normal for young people to spar a little.

Surely the Heaven Dou Crown Prince would not interfere just because juniors got into a fight?