Late Night Letter! Flender's Shock!

The night was deep.

Shrek Academy, the Dean's office.

Flender sat in his chair, a newly arrived letter in his hand, his brows tightly furrowed.

The letter had been delivered overnight by someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

A man in black, riding a Soul Beast, had galloped all the way from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to Suotuo City.

After delivering the letter into Flender's hands, the man hadn't said a word, turned, and left.

Flender opened the letter and glanced at the signature; his pupils constricted sharply.

Ning Fengzhi.

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the strongest support-type Soul Master on the continent, writing to him personally?

He took a deep breath, unfolded the letter paper, and began to read carefully.

"Dean Flender, I hope this letter finds you well. I am Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Please forgive my presumptuousness in writing to you."

Flender pushed up his glasses and continued reading.

"I have a daughter named Ning Rongrong, six years of age, who has recently awakened her Martial Soul. Her Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, she possesses Innate Full Soul Power, and is already a one-ring Soul Master. Her talent is acceptable, but her temperament is unruly. Having been spoiled by everyone in the sect since childhood, she knows neither the height of the heavens nor the depth of the earth, and understands nothing of the ways of the world."

The corner of Flender's mouth twitched.

This Sect Master Ning certainly didn't hold back when evaluating his own daughter.

"I am well aware that if Rongrong remains in the sect with her current temperament, she will only become more arrogant. Should she inherit the sect in the future, I fear she would struggle to command respect, let alone find partners truly willing to protect her. Therefore, I wish to send Rongrong to your academy to receive a proper Soul Master education."

Flender's eyes widened.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, to be sent to his run-down academy?

He continued reading.

"Dean Flender, please do not concern yourself with the face of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. During her time at your academy, please treat her as an ordinary student. Reprimand her when necessary, punish her when she errs, and train her as you see fit—do not spare her in any regard. In fact, I implore you, Dean, to be even stricter with her than with the other students."

Flender put down the letter and remained silent for a long time.

This Sect Master Ning was determined to make him play the villain.

He picked up the letter and continued reading.

"Rongrong's tuition and living expenses will be paid at double your academy's standard rate. Furthermore, I have heard that your academy has recently been selling a food-type Soul Skill product at the auction house called the 'Flying Sausage,' which has astonishing effects. If your academy is willing, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would like to purchase them long-term at a price of one hundred Gold Soul Coin per piece."

Flender's eyes widened again.

One hundred Gold Soul Coin each?

Higher than the highest price at the auction house?

"Of course, this is merely my preliminary proposal. We can discuss the specific details once Rongrong has enrolled. Finally, I would like to say that although Shrek Academy is not large, I trust in your character, Dean Flender. I entrust Rongrong to you. Respectfully, Ning Fengzhi."

The letter was finished.

Flender placed the letter on the table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

He was digesting the contents he had just seen.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was coming to Shrek Academy to study.

Ning Fengzhi was asking him to train this young miss ruthlessly.

Double tuition.

Purchasing Flying Sausage at one hundred Gold Soul Coin each.

Every detail shocked him, but what shocked him most was the trust Ning Fengzhi placed in him.

He, Flender, a seven-ring Soul Saint, a dean of a broken academy—what virtue or ability did he possess to earn such trust from the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

"Knock, knock, knock."

A knocking sound echoed.

"Come in."

Flender opened his eyes.

Fu Wen pushed the door open, carrying a cup of tea.

"Dad, I saw the light in your office was still on, so I brought you some tea."

"Just put it on the table."

Flender gestured toward the corner of the desk.

Fu Wen set the tea down, glanced at the letter on the table, asked no questions, and turned to leave.

"Wait."

Flender called out to him.

Fu Wen turned around: "What is it?"

Flender hesitated for a moment, then handed him the letter: "Take a look at this."

Fu Wen took the letter and read it from beginning to end. His expression remained calm, but a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Ning Fengzhi wants to send his daughter here?

And pay double the tuition? Buying Flying Sausage at one hundred Gold Soul Coin apiece?

This Sect Master certainly has a grand way of doing things.

"Dad, what do you think?"

Fu Wen placed the letter back on the table.

"I'm wondering if this is a trap."

Flender frowned. "The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, coming to study at our dilapidated academy? Who would believe that if word got out?"

"Ning Fengzhi believes it."

Fu Wen said, "He believes in you."

Flender fell silent.

"Dad, I think this is a good thing."

Fu Wen sat down across from him. "If Ning Rongrong comes, our academy will have its fourth student. Double the tuition is no small sum. Buying Flying Sausage at one hundred Gold Soul Coin each is even higher than the auction house. Ning Fengzhi is sending us money."

"Sending us money?"

"Correct." Fu Wen nodded. "But it's not just for the sake of Ning Rongrong. He is investing in our academy."

Flender was stunned. "Investing in our academy?"

"He knows the value of the Flying Sausage better than anyone. One hundred Gold Soul Coin per piece, purchased long-term. This isn't just paying tuition for Ning Rongrong; it's a gesture of goodwill toward us."

Fu Wen paused. "He wants Ning Rongrong to build a good relationship with Oscar."

Flender's eyes narrowed.

"Are you saying... he wants to recruit Oscar?"

"Not just Oscar." Fu Wen shook his head. "He wants to recruit the entire Shrek Academy. The Shrek Academy of the future."

Flender fell silent.

He pondered Fu Wen's words.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Seven Great Sects of the Continent, possessed resources, wealth, and connections that he could never compare to.

If Ning Fengzhi truly wanted to recruit Oscar, he wouldn't need to go through such a roundabout way.

He could simply send someone to negotiate terms and offer a high price; Oscar might not be unmoved.

But Ning Fengzhi did not do that.

He sent his daughter here instead.

This was the greatest display of sincerity.

"Dad, I think we can agree to this."

Fu Wen said, "With Ning Rongrong here, our academy's reputation will grow. It will be easier to recruit students in the future. As for her spoiled young lady temper..."

The corners of Fu Wen's mouth curled up slightly. "We have plenty of ways to handle that."

Flender looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. "You brat, have you already figured out how to deal with her?"

"No." Fu Wen remained expressionless. "I just think we can't let her bully Oscar and Ma Hongjun."

Flender burst into loud laughter.

As he laughed, he gradually reined it in.

"Fine, then it's settled." Flender picked up a pen and began to write a reply.

Early the next morning, Flender called the three children into the courtyard.

"I have some news to share with you."

Flender paced back and forth in front of the three of them with his hands behind his back.

"In a few days, a new student will be joining our academy."

"A new student?"

Ma Hongjun was the first to jump up. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A girl."

Flender adjusted his glasses. "Six years old, the same age as Fu Wen and Ma Hongjun."

"A girl?" Oscar's eyes lit up. "Is she pretty?"

"Can't you think about anything else?"

Flender slapped him on the back of the head. "She is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the daughter of Ning Fengzhi."