Soul Tool Department's Senior Disciple?

"Dean Qian--"

"I, Jiang Yang, have arrived!!"

Behind Jiang Yang, a golden lion king with its maw wide open seemed to manifest, its strike—a fusion of spiritual power and soul power—already possessing a hint of the essence of a lion's roar.

In an instant.

The three people standing before Jiang Yang were sent flying by the sound waves before they could even activate their defensive Soul Tools, especially the third-level Soul Master who had led the provocation, who slammed directly into He Caitou.

However.

Fortunately, He Caitou reacted quickly enough and was at some distance from Jiang Yang, allowing him to activate his Soul Tool midway through being knocked back by the third-level Soul Master, preventing his back from slamming directly into the wall.

But the other first and second-level Soul Masters watching the show from the sidelines were not so lucky.

They, along with the Soul Tools within the range of the sound waves, were all sent flying.

Not only that.

More than a dozen sounds of bones cracking echoed out.

Parts of Soul Tools flew everywhere.

Dust and fog rose up!

The next moment, a flash of light suddenly ignited.

Fan Yu was seen standing before the crowd, pushing out with one palm, his immense soul power instantly blocking Jiang Yang's roar from advancing any further.

"Hehehehaha..."

At this moment.

Dean Qian Duoduo, having waited for the dust to settle, immediately walked out from within, laughing.

He did not forget to toy with the flying Gold Soul Coin in his hand.

"Still not using your Martial Soul; if I'm not mistaken, this should be your Self-Created Soul Skill, right?"

"Yes."

"Would you mind giving us a brief introduction?"

Qian Duoduo asked very politely.

His words were also very tactful.

Asking you to introduce it briefly did not force you to reveal everything.

Of course.

If you were willing to say more, he wouldn't mind either.

Jiang Yang naturally caught the subtext.

He had been waiting for someone in charge to appear, and since Qian Duoduo had arrived, it was time to appropriately flex some muscle to show him.

This would not only secure more permissions for himself and potentially allow him direct access to the core research of Soul Tools, but it would also reduce the number of flies buzzing around him.

Why wouldn't he do it?

"It's nothing worth mentioning."

"It's just a strike released by randomly fusing spiritual power and soul power; I've named it: Mad Lion Roar."

"In terms of power, it's only enough to intimidate some soul beasts that have just entered the ten-thousand-year level."

Ten-thousand-year soul beast?

And "only"?

Was this person not being a bit too arrogant?

As Jiang Yang's voice fell, murmurs inevitably arose in the hearts of the crowd.

After all, for the vast majority of them, the deterrent power of a ten-thousand-year soul beast was still too great.

"You are actually a spiritual-type Soul Master?!"

Qian Duoduo and Fan Yu were both stunned, shouting out subconsciously.

This inevitably left everyone else feeling confused.

Shouldn't the focus be on the Self-Created Soul Skill and the ten-thousand-year soul beast?

They were very puzzled.

"Teacher, Dean Qian, why are you reacting so strongly?"

The dark-skinned, sturdy youth He Caitou was also somewhat bewildered.

Because his attention, like everyone else's, was entirely focused on Jiang Yang's Self-Created Soul Skill and the ten-thousand-year soul beast.

"You, oh you, forget it, I'll deal with you later!"

Fan Yu pointed at He Caitou with a sense of frustration, but in the end, he didn't scold him.

In front of everyone, he would still give his direct disciple some face.

"Oh! Ex—"

"Hmm?!"

"Mm—I remember now, Teacher!"

He Caitou's brain short-circuited; just as he was about to blurt it out, he was immediately glared back into silence by Fan Yu.

"Student Jiang Yang, welcome to our Shrek Academy Outer Court Soul Guidance Department. Are you willing to become my personal disciple?"

After shifting his gaze away from He Caitou, Fan Yu spoke to Jiang Yang with a smile.

The expression on his face, as if he had discovered a piece of flawless jade, was completely genuine.

"Fan Yu, what are you doing?"

Before Jiang Yang could even open his mouth, Dean Qian Duoduo was the first to speak up. "Have you forgotten what I said earlier about wanting to take Jiang Yang as my personal disciple? Are you trying to make me go back on my word in front of everyone?"

"Hiss—"

As soon as Qian Duoduo said this, many people gasped in shock.

How could a freshman who had just enrolled become the personal disciple of a dean?

Even for a fourth-year student, becoming a core disciple of the Soul Guidance Department was already an immense honor.

Yet this freshman was skipping the core disciple rank entirely to become the dean's personal disciple!

Was he even human?

"Jiang Yang, are you willing to become my first personal disciple, the senior brother of the Soul Guidance Department, and a core disciple of the Soul Guidance Department?"

It must be said that Qian Duoduo was the person in Shrek Academy who best understood how to negotiate.

To ensure Jiang Yang understood the significance of being his personal disciple, he specifically elaborated on the title.

In one short sentence, he had listed almost all the benefits of becoming his student.

As long as one wasn't a fool, they would naturally understand the implication of his words.

"Hahaha—"

Before Jiang Yang could reply, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out from outside.

Everyone looked toward the sound and saw an old man with a wine gourd hanging from his waist, munching on a chicken leg, walking in from the doorway.

"Elder Xuan?!"

Qian Duoduo and Fan Yu immediately bowed to him.

However, he waved his hand to decline the gesture.

"Old Qian, you cannot take this student."

"Why, Elder Xuan? Are you planning to take him yourself?"

Qian Duoduo was stunned.

Surely, the promising talent he had just found wouldn't be snatched away by someone else, right?

Elder Xuan shook his head and then began to walk back outside.

Before leaving, he left behind one final sentence.

"However, you may keep the boy in your Soul Guidance Department."

This inexplicable remark left everyone stunned.

Only Jiang Yang smiled faintly.

It seemed that his polite greeting on the first day of school, combined with his recent series of actions, had finally paid off.

This was for the best.

Originally, he hadn't intended to take anyone as a master; he only wanted to find an opportunity to infiltrate the Soul Guidance Academy and build a solid foundation in Soul Tools. To ensure nothing went wrong, he had even considered Zhou Yi as a backup option.

However, he never expected that the opportunity to enter the Soul Guidance Academy would appear so quickly.

And it was absolutely perfect.

"Hahahahaha—"

"Good, very good, very good!"

After a long while, Qian Duoduo suddenly laughed.

He laughed very happily.

He couldn't remember the last time he had been this happy.

"Who is that Elder Xuan? How come even the Dean respects him so much? Could he be a Super Douluo powerhouse?"

"What's wrong with the Dean? He didn't even let him take Jiang Yang as a personal disciple, so why is he still laughing so happily? He hasn't gone insane from the loss, has he?"

"You don't understand, do you? The Dean must be happy that Jiang Yang can stay in our Soul Tool Department!"

"Oh, right! Even without a personal disciple, there's still the senior brother!"

"Senior brother?"

"I remember, the new students this year haven't even started their first class yet, right?"

"That's right, they've only just started processing the enrollment procedures!"

"It's over, people really are infuriating when compared to others."

"What's there to compare? Can you compare yourself to Jiang Yang? By being older than him?"

"Hahahaha..."

Although they had almost all been knocked flat by this Self-Created Soul Skill of Jiang Yang's, Dean Qian Duoduo had made preparations beforehand.

Therefore, they did not hold a grudge against Jiang Yang; instead, they felt a sense of reflected glory because the Soul Tool Department had produced such a figure.

As the elites of the Soul Tool Department, they naturally felt a sense of pride.

"Quick—"

"Give them treatment!"

Before long.

The medical team, which had already been prepared, arrived at this moment.

Dean Qian Duoduo exchanged a look with the teacher leading the team, then patted Fan Yu on the shoulder. "You go help handle things."

"Yes! Dean."

"Jiang Yang, come with me for a moment."

Although Fan Yu was somewhat reluctant, there was no help for it; rank has its privileges.

He had no choice but to go and deal with the mess Jiang Yang had just created.

And Jiang Yang naturally followed Dean Qian Duoduo as they walked inside.

It was right at this moment.

A brilliant idea also rose in his heart.