End of Freshman Assessment

Electrolux said, "It is a pity that my soul is currently incomplete; otherwise, I would have had a way to help them enter the cycle of reincarnation more quickly."

Lin Yun did not dwell on this too much, merely saying calmly, "It doesn't matter. I have already done what I could. In truth, they were not wrong, but their endings were their own choices."

"This world does not tolerate people as clean as you; it only allows those like me—who can speak pleasant words while harboring dark thoughts—to survive."

"I only hope that when I look back in the future, I can be a little cleaner."

After Lin Yun finished speaking, he wiped the tombstones one last time and immediately asked Electrolux, "By the way, Elder Yi, is there any magic or anything else that can ensure they are never disturbed again?"

Electrolux pondered for a moment before replying, "In this, the Martial Soul and Soul Skill system of your world has too many variables. However, if it is only to prevent ordinary people and Soul Masters below the rank of Soul Emperor—who lack spatial abilities—from discovering or entering this place, that is not difficult."

Lin Yun thought for a moment, then said to Electrolux, "Then I will trouble you, Elder Yi. Please, go ahead."

Electrolux nodded, then raised his hand and waved it toward the graves. Lin Yun instantly felt a large portion of his spiritual power being drained away.

The spiritual power combined with his Soul Power, manipulating the surrounding pebbles to fly about as he rapidly laid out a circular magic array.

Soul Power linked them together, and as Electrolux muttered incantations, a special barrier was constructed in short order.

This barrier was self-sustaining, drawing upon the free-flowing heaven and earth energy to circulate endlessly; it would not dissipate for a long time.

This power was not intended to harm those nearby, but rather to distort the space around the graveyard, shifting it slightly away from the current plane to keep it hidden.

Simply put, it shared the same principle as Huo Yuhao's simulation Soul Skill.

It could be considered a superior substitute.

Returning to Shrek Academy, he casually played through the semi-finals and finals, stepping over the pure rivals Huo Yuhao and Dai Huabin to reach the top as the first-place freshman.

However, the rewards provided by Shrek were far less than in the original story; for instance, no one even mentioned a Soul Bone.

As for the hunting of a Soul Ring, it was explicitly stated to be limited to the best possible ring for those below the third rank.

Wang Dong was naturally filled with righteous indignation, pouting as she said, "The Academy is truly too much this time! They didn't give you any benefits at all!"

Lin Yun glanced at Mu En, who was sitting steadily like a fisherman on the sidelines, and said nonchalantly, "Relax, relax. The Academy has to consider its reputation. My Martial Soul hasn't fully shed the suspicion of being an Evil Soul Master yet. Plus, I skipped several rounds of matches, so this championship title wasn't exactly sitting on a firm foundation. It's no big deal to miss out on some ethereal rewards."

"As Soul Masters, we must keep our feet on the ground and gain progress through our own abilities. If you absorb a Soul Bone and jump five or six levels, your foundation is bound to become unstable."

Just as Lin Yun had said before the tombstones, he was the type of person who spoke to people as they wished to hear and to ghosts as they wished to hear. Beautiful words came easily to his lips, but as for his inner thoughts...

Let's just say some of them wouldn't even pass the censors of web novels from his past life; in short, they were classic, vulgar internal monologues centered on profanity.

Mu En did not possess mind-reading abilities, so in their interactions, he was completely handled by Lin Yun. Believing he understood Lin Yun, he spoke to him after Wang Dong had huffily gone upstairs first:

"There is no one else here now. If you feel aggrieved, you can tell me about it."

Electrolux, meanwhile, said disdainfully in the depths of Lin Yun's Sea of Consciousness, "He has sealed the surroundings with Soul Power. Gauge your own limits."

Lin Yun curled his lips, and when he looked up, his expression already carried a look of sincerity. "Your people saved me. No matter when it is, this fact cannot be avoided. I also understand that the Academy recruited students for a year, and in the end, a suspected Evil Martial Soul user who was rescued ends up taking first place—it makes many teachers lose face. This is all understandable."

"And as I said, relying on resources to push oneself up has both pros and cons. Since it is already like this, there is no need to fuss over useless things. It is unnecessary, and feeling aggrieved or harboring other negative emotions over such matters is even more detrimental to cultivation."

Mu En nodded, deeply agreeing with Lin Yun's words.

"Truly, the children of the poor take charge early. If my great-grandson had your temperament, I could close my eyes in peace even if I died right now."

Lin Yun grinned.

"Different people, different fates. You still have plenty of life left in you; after all, you are the Pillar of the Academy."

That evening, while Lin Yun was wandering outside, he saw Zhang Lexuan standing at the entrance of a small path in Shrek Academy.

"Feeling aggrieved? You clearly took first place but didn't receive any rewards."

Zhang Lexuan looked at Lin Yun and asked curiously.

"Not at all. I'm not that petty."

At this moment, Zhang Lexuan pulled something resembling a silk pouch from her bosom, curled her lips at Lin Yun, and said to him:

"Those people in the Outer Court have no manners. Senior Sister will make it up to you today..."