God King Tang's Triply Divided Daughter

Look, Feng Piaoling had barely gone over to take the entrance exam when he saw quite a few people get eliminated because their First Soul Ring was white.

What puzzled Feng Piaoling was that he could understand it for commoners, but why did some nobles also have white First Soul Rings?

Had their families lost their minds?

Ten upperclassmen had been assigned to examine the new students.

Each of them had set up a table in the open space outside the East Gate, with long lines stretching out behind them.

Feng Piaoling chose one of the shorter lines.

The upperclassman in charge of that line was a young man with a square face, dressed in a purple uniform. He seemed to be a fourth-year student, just like Jiang Nannan. First, he checked Feng Piaoling's bone age, then looked over the letter of recommendation he had brought and said in a strictly businesslike tone:

"Release your Martial Soul."

Three Spirit Rings—yellow, purple, purple—rose from beneath Feng Piaoling's feet. He raised his right hand, and yellow light surged in his palm, where a talisman paper bearing a strange pattern appeared.

"A thousand-year second ring. Soul Elder."

A wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Everyone turned to look.

Jiang Nannan's companions were practically staring their eyes out.

A man like that was almost too perfect.

No wonder Sister Nannan had rejected Xu Sanshi's advances for his sake.

If it were them, they'd be willing too.

It took a long while for the square-faced young man to recover from his shock. When he looked at Feng Piaoling again, there was a hint of respect in his eyes. "Your letter of recommendation is fine, too. Once you enter the academy, go to the white freshman teaching building to register and pay your tuition. Just hand this form and your letter of recommendation to the teacher in charge."

As he spoke, he rapidly filled out a form with Feng Piaoling's information, then handed it to him.

Feng Piaoling nodded.

Just as he was about to leave, a sudden cry of surprise came from another line. "Another thousand-year second ring!"

Feng Piaoling turned to look. A handsome, fair-skinned young man stood before the examination table. His body showed no sign of change, but the one yellow and one purple Spirit Rings around him were especially striking.

At the same moment Feng Piaoling looked over, the young man happened to glance his way, too. Their eyes met. The young man gave a soft snort and proudly turned his head away, as if to say, You're not the only one with a thousand-year second ring.

"What's your Martial Soul?" the upperclassman examining that line asked the young man.

The young man had unusual hair and eyes, a pale pinkish blue. His handsome looks were in no way inferior to Feng Piaoling's.

One had a softer, more delicate air, while the other was more masculine. They were two completely different types of handsome.

The young man replied arrogantly, "Light Goddess Butterfly."

"God King Tang's triply divided daughter, huh?"

Looking at the young man's haughty expression, Feng Piaoling quickly put the pieces together.

With the form provided by the upperclassman, Feng Piaoling entered Shrek Academy through the South Gate without a hitch.

Judging by the scenery alone, Shrek Academy was indeed beautiful. The vegetation was lush and abundant, and strolling along its broad avenues was a real pleasure.

Unfortunately, that pleasant feeling was ruined by the ten statues in Shrek Square and an enraged voice.

There was no need to say much about those ten statues.

They depicted Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong, known a thousand years ago as the Golden Triangle Love.

The others were the original Shrek Seven Devils—who ate people's food but did no decent work—including Dai Mubai, Oscar, Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing.

When he saw the enormous statues, Feng Piaoling instinctively felt a visceral revulsion.

Flender was a money-grubber and a swindler, utterly unworthy of being a teacher.

Before taking in the original Shrek Seven Devils, he had taught for twenty years. Of the sixty-two gifted students he had taken in, only fourteen graduated.

The rest had either been ruined by his teaching, if they were lucky,

or had died while hunting for Spirit Rings.

The tradition of Xuan Zi, hailed by the masses of netizens as the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, harming outstanding Shrek students and standing by as they died at the hands of Soul Beasts and evil Soul Masters had probably been passed down from Flender.

Yu Xiaogang was the very picture of a coward who was weak toward outsiders but threw his weight around at home. A complete waste.

His Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, cobbled together from bits and pieces, had done harm for ten thousand years. Who knew how many people they had poisoned and ruined?

Feng Piaoling himself was one of the victims.

Because of that man's theories, the city lord in Feng Piaoling's hometown had guessed that he possessed Twin Martial Souls through sheer blind luck, bringing utter disaster upon his family.

That made Feng Piaoling hate him even more than God King Tang.

Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang were cousins—she was his younger female cousin, he was her older male cousin. Need anyone say more?

There was even less to say about the original Shrek Seven Devils.

Dai Mubai was a seasoned womanizer.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun were both the sort who ate people's food but did no decent work. Ma Hongjun was especially bad. In the end, the phoenix became a god, but the Swift was left behind, its heart lost.

If he had any guts, he shouldn't have become a god. If he hadn't, wouldn't he have been able to grow old together with Bai Chenxiang?

In the end, he was nothing but a useless good-for-nothing, the kind who couldn't swallow even if the food was put right in his mouth.

Ning Rongrong was an ungrateful wretch. She watched the Sword and Bone Douluo fall, yet put all her heart into caring for her third brother. Feng Piaoling couldn't tell whether she couldn't let go of Tang San and didn't want to have children with Oscar, or whether she simply couldn't.

All she had given the sect that raised her was the glory of becoming the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. In the end, she hadn't even left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda inheritance.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were nothing but two accessories.

As for God King Tang...

Just as he was about to voice his thoughts, the enraged voice rang out behind him. "You, with the surname Feng, stop right there!"

Feng Piaoling turned around. It was none other than Young Master Xu, the Xu family's heir who specialized in the hard-hitting path of the Mysterious Underworld Sect. A trace of amusement appeared on his face. "Is there something you need, Young Master Xu?"

"I didn't expect you to be a Soul Elder with a thousand-year second ring. I have to admit, I underestimated you. Do you dare to come to the Soul Fighting Arena and fight me tomorrow?"

Quite a few new students who had already passed the examination were walking over.

"Sure. One Mysterious Water Pill and a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins." Feng Piaoling's expression remained calm.

Xu Sanshi froze. "Didn't you say you didn't want them?"

"Returning a favor and fighting a duel are two different things. Why should I fight you if there's nothing at stake?" Feng Piaoling replied.

Xu Sanshi heard that and thought, That does make sense... Like hell it did.

He wanted to earn one Mysterious Water Pill and a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins from a single duel?

As if anything in this world came that easily.

Besides, he hadn't brought that much money with him.

But if he refused, wouldn't that tell everyone he, Xu Sanshi, was afraid of Feng Piaoling?

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Xu Sanshi could only flush red and say, "Fine. If you lose, you must never pester Jiang Nannan again."