A day in heaven was a year on earth.
Ji Dong got punched by Lie Yan for six days because he'd kicked his son down to the lower realm.
By the time those six days had passed, six years had gone by on Douluo Continent.
Over the past six years, besides cultivating, Ji Jing's favorite things to do were tinkering with Soul Tools and using the Flame Empress Crown to video-call his mom across realms.
He made those calls for one of two reasons: he missed his mother.
In his previous life, Ji Jing had been an orphan right up until he was eighteen, when a dump truck had sent him to the Douluo God Realm.
So he treasured the family he had now.
The other reason, of course, was to watch his mom beat the old geezer to a pulp.
Now twelve years old, Ji Jing was already a Soul Elder of level 38.
From what he'd heard, Shrek Academy was holding its admissions around this time.
And Ji Jing was planning to enroll.
Actually, where he went to school made little difference to him.
He didn't need ordinary people to teach him how to cultivate, and he could master Soul Tools in a flash. He was only going to school to experience academy life and make friends.
Most importantly, his parents were the current God King of Good and Evil, and his biggest backers were the First Generation God of Goodness and the First Generation God of Evil. He had no fear of Tang San scheming against him.
Once he'd thought it through, Ji Jing decided he absolutely had to go to Shrek Academy and make things difficult for the old geezer.
He was going to woo Tang San's daughter!
When he was little and still in the Divine Realm, Ji Jing had met Tang Wutong.
No one would question it if you called her the most beautiful woman in the world.
With a face like that, Ji Jing, a shameless admirer of beauty, stood no chance of resisting her charms.
Tang Wutong's soul was whole now; Tang San hadn't split it apart. Ji Jing had dropped a few hints to the First Generation God of Evil, who'd looked into the matter and confirmed it.
Though he didn't know why Tang San hadn't done what he had in the original story, Ji Jing had no intention of dwelling on it.
If he could make things difficult for the old geezer and park his hot rod right outside Tang San's house, that would be perfect.
Little did Ji Jing know that the moment he decided to woo Tang San's daughter, the grins on the faces of both generations of Evil Gods had nearly stretched from ear to ear.
This was exactly what they wanted to see!
If Tang San came looking for him, then the First Generation God of Evil and the First Generation God of Goodness would have a nice, long chat with him.
What a load of crap, calling him the child of destiny. He was only the child of destiny in the lower realm.
Using him as a tool was one thing, but how could he compare to the son of a God King?
At that very moment, at Deep Clouds Unknown.
Tang San shivered and scratched his head in confusion.
"That's strange. Why do I have a bad feeling?"
Inside Destruction Castle, the God of Destruction suddenly felt in high spirits and wondered,
"Why do I feel like something good is about to happen? Has anything unusual happened lately?"
"Strange. The Sea God didn't even step in shit on his way out..."
By the time Ji Jing reached Shrek City, it was the last day to register for admission to Shrek Academy.
After getting his bone age and Soul Power tested and registering his Martial Souls as Ultimate Yang Fire and Ultimate Yin Fire, Ji Jing collected his dorm key and headed toward the dormitory building.
When registering his Martial Souls, Ji Jing had wanted to write down Bingwu Primordial Yang Sacred Fire and Dingsi Nether Yin Spirit Fire, but he worried that the Shrek people wouldn't understand the terminology from the Five Elements Continent, so he'd put down the simpler, more familiar names instead.
Ji Jing didn't care what kind of uproar his Soul Power and Martial Souls would cause.
He didn't care.
He'd never been one to hide his strength.
Charging straight ahead without any twists or turns—that was his cultivation principle.
It had nothing to do with him being a troublemaking little devil who liked to make life difficult for the old geezer.
Ji Jing arrived at the dormitory building, greeted Mu En, who was on duty at the entrance, and went to find his room on the first floor.
When he pushed open the dorm room door, Ji Jing couldn't help coughing twice.
The dust in the room was so thick that even a little breeze could finish off someone with allergies.
With no other choice, Ji Jing picked up the cleaning tools and got to work.
It took twenty minutes to get the whole room clean.
Ji Jing laid out a comfortable mattress and bedding, then stretched out and pulled the covers over himself to go to sleep.
Classes didn't start until tomorrow, and there was still plenty of time before dinner. When he had nothing to do, sleeping was the best way to pass the time.
But before Ji Jing could fall asleep, the dorm room door was shoved open with a bang!
Ji Jing's eyes flew open. He glared at the door, annoyed, his fist already clenched beneath the covers, ready to teach his roommate a lesson in how to open and close a door politely.
One look was all it took to leave Ji Jing stunned.
It was her?
The person standing in the doorway had short pinkish-blue hair and exceptionally handsome features, so delicate they could even be called beautiful.
Ji Jing recognized her. It was Tang San's daughter, Tang Wutong, dressed as a boy and going by the alias Wang Dong. She was the girl he'd played with back in the Divine Realm.
You could even call her his childhood sweetheart.
But this Tang Wutong, whose soul hadn't been split, didn't look all that different from Wang Dong'er in the original story.
She was still just as cocky from the get-go.
Sure enough, the one who'd been stitched together with the Three-Eyed Golden Lion was the real hodgepodge.
If he could, Ji Jing wouldn't let that sort of hodgepodge come into existence.
Wang Dong studied her roommate with some curiosity.
It wasn't bedtime, yet he was lying in bed asleep.
He had short, fiery-red hair and unusually golden-red eyes. He was quite handsome.
He was a strange one, but he'd cleaned the dorm room up nicely, which earned a satisfied nod from Wang Dong.
Wang Dong walked in and shut the door.
"Nice job cleaning. For now, I'll allow you to share a room with me."
Standing in front of her bed, Wang Dong looked at Ji Jing, who was watching her through drooping, sleepy eyelids.
Ji Jing was a head taller than her, and much more solidly built than the other boys his age. The aura his fiery power gave him also made him seem imposing to others.
In that brief moment, Ji Jing had already figured it out.
Though Tang Wutong's soul was intact, her memories related to the Divine Realm had presumably still been sealed away.
Otherwise, she would have recognized him.
That meant if he won her over and she later recovered her memories, she'd realize that her confident attempt to pass herself off as a boy had only made her look like a clown in his eyes.
How would she react?
The thought put Ji Jing in a wonderful mood. He couldn't wait.
Wang Dong looked at Ji Jing and immediately felt the pressure rolling off him.
Then, for some reason, she sensed something familiar about him, though she had no idea where it came from.
But she didn't dwell on it and continued,
"Why'd you stand up? Looking for a fight?"
Ji Jing's lips curled into a grin. He nodded.
"Sure."
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