Who is Tang Wulin?

Xiao Yi casually plucked a stalk of Blue Silver Grass from beneath the statue of Tang San, chewing on it as he headed toward the gathering point for new students.

It was strange to think that while Shrek Academy's tuition fees hadn't changed in ten thousand years, it still required a recommendation letter from a city lord to enroll; one didn't know whether to call that staying true to one's roots or something else entirely.

Yet in this era, one could criticize Shrek for many things, but one could never call it weak. Joining this place was indeed the best choice for Xiao Yi; no matter how monstrous his talent, he ultimately needed protection.

As for why he, possessing an eye-type martial soul, did not join the Body Sect?

Xiao Yi's martial soul was not a true Body Martial Soul. Aside from the enhancement of his spiritual power, it was more about the ability to control soul beasts, possessing inherent spiritual pressure and a specialized lethality against serpentine soul beasts.

Therefore, he could not cultivate the secret techniques of the Body Sect.

Xiao Yi arrived at the school gate, where rows of tables and chairs were set up, manned by senior Shrek students registering enrollment information.

Xiao Yi picked the shortest line and waited.

Soon it was his turn. Before him sat a beautiful woman with long golden hair, a delicate oval face, and golden eyes that held a hint of coldness.

Her face looked somewhat haggard and thin, but rather than detracting from her beauty, it gave her a temperament that made one feel a sense of pity.

Xiao Yi took an extra look; if he wasn't mistaken, this should be Jiang Nannan, the greatest beauty of the Outer Court.

Xiao Yi took the dormitory key handed over by Jiang Nannan. Seeing "108" on it, he felt a sense of familiarity, but since he couldn't recall why, he let it go and decided to head to the cafeteria for a meal first.

Jiang Nannan stared blankly at the information on the registration form: 12 years old, level 38. What kind of cultivation speed was this?

In truth, it could have been faster. If Xiao Yi hadn't suppressed his level, the cultivation bonus provided by the Fallen Heart Flame would have already brought him to level 46, but that would have been too shocking.

Xiao Yi had deliberately compressed his soul power, as a more solid foundation would aid his future cultivation.

After experiencing the sensation of eating while standing in the freshman cafeteria, Xiao Yi headed straight for the dormitory.

The sun was shining brightly. An old man with graying hair lay on a rocking chair, the chair swaying back and forth. The old man watched the crowd coming and going, a smile always hanging on his face.

There was no soul power fluctuation on his body, as if he were truly just an old dormitory manager watching over the freshman building.

Xiao Yi saw the ordinary old man beneath the freshman dormitory building from afar, but his true identity was anything but ordinary—the Dragon God Douluo, Mu En.

One of the three great Limit Douluos of the current era, his martial soul was the Bright Sacred Dragon, and his strength was terrifyingly formidable.

If not for the injuries sustained in a battle years ago against the former Body Sect leader Du Bisi, and the resentment of the Dragon Core he had absorbed into his body, he would not be in this frail, elderly state today.

Thinking of this "legendary history" of the Dragon God Douluo, Xiao Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of respect. He was one of the most normal people in Shrek—though that was just an impression from his past life; in this world, Xiao Yi had long since discovered things were different from his memories.

Xiao Yi did not intentionally try to strike up a conversation with this peak powerhouse of the current era; he simply offered a polite greeting and walked toward the dormitory.

Mu En remained the image of a kind grandfather, nodding with a smile upon hearing Xiao Yi's greeting, though a flash of surprise crossed his turbid eyes.

"An interesting little fellow. To have level 38 soul power at such a young age, yet with such a solid foundation... it seems our Shrek has welcomed quite the monster this time."

The rocking chair continued to sway gently. The old man watched the young children coming and going, a smile on his lips and a sense of emotion in his heart—truly, the waves behind push the waves ahead.

Xiao Yi opened the dormitory door. It was currently empty. The room was quite spacious, with two beds, desks, and wardrobes. There was a bathroom, so there was no need for 300 people to fight over one toilet, which put Xiao Yi slightly at ease.

He felt curious about who his roommate would be and whether it would be a character from the original story, so he picked up his tools and began to tidy up the room.

At this moment, a youth with powder-blue hair had just finished registering, and the key in his hand was indeed number 108.

"I really don't know what Father is thinking, making this young lady dress as a boy to go fall in love with a girl." Tang Wutong cursed inwardly, but she dared not forget her father's instructions. Although he usually spoiled her, she knew from that stern expression back then that she had no choice this time.

As she walked to the dormitory door, Tang Wutong heard movement inside. Xiao Yi had just finished tidying up and was sitting cross-legged on the bed, resting.

With a click, the door was pushed open from the outside. Xiao Yi looked up curiously to see who his roommate was, but the moment he locked eyes with those powder-blue pupils, he went completely blank.

Despite maintaining a calm exterior, his heart was already churning with stormy waves. No way?

The leash is coming for me?

Xiao Yi maintained his outward composure and greeted her in a calm, gentle tone.

"Hello, my name is Xiao Yi. Martial soul: Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils. Level 38 Assault System Soul Elder." Xiao Yi's tone was mild.

This was a display of strength; he didn't want to be bothered by inexplicable annoyances.

Tang Wutong's initial impression of the other party wasn't bad, but Xiao Yi's opening line left her stunned. She swallowed the various rules she had intended to lay out. Are you kidding me?

She was a little princess of the God Realm, and after awakening her martial soul and growing up in the Clear Sky Sect with endless treasures, she was only level 24. Although she had been a bit lazy in her cultivation, she shouldn't be left this far behind, right?

Though shocked by Xiao Yi's cultivation, Tang Wutong remained very calm. This wasn't the feigned calmness Xiao Yi was currently projecting; he was genuinely panicking. Holy crap, why is Wang Dong here?

Tang Wutong didn't dare bring up any rules. If she could beat him, she might set some, but the gap was so wide that it would be stupid to pick a fight now.

"Hello, my name is Tang Wulin. Martial soul: Radiant Goddess Butterfly. Soul power: level 24." Her tone carried a hint of arrogance, but it was still relatively friendly.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking again.

"It's fine for you to share a room with this young master, but please don't walk around shirtless in the dormitory in the future, and don't bring people in at will."

Xiao Yi nodded slightly, indicating it was no problem. Compared to the attitude toward the original protagonist, and combined with the name, this was already quite restrained. Besides, these weren't unreasonable requests.

Name? Wait, what?

"You said your name is what?" Xiao Yi suspected he had misheard. He picked at his ear, his face full of confusion.

"Tang Wulin, what about it?" Tang Wutong said impatiently. Was there a problem with that name?

"No problem at all." Xiao Yi grinned again, his forced composure nearly shattering. Good heavens, this doesn't seem to be Wang Dong; this is the complete version of the Tang Princess.

The sky is falling...