The Eldest Miss Arrives! Everyone Get Out of the Way!

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?!"

Oscar widened his eyes.

Ma Hongjun also gaped in shock.

Only Fu Wen remained calm.

"Her name is Ning Rongrong, her Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, she has Innate Full Soul Power, and she is currently a one-ring Soul Master."

Flender continued, "After she arrives, you must get along well. However, she has been spoiled since childhood, so her temper might not be very good."

"Not a good temper?"

Ma Hongjun shrank his neck, "Then what should we do?"

"What to do?" Flender glanced at Fu Wen, "Your Brother Wen has a way."

Ma Hongjun and Oscar looked at Fu Wen simultaneously.

Fu Wen's expression remained calm as he said indifferently, "We'll see when she gets here."

That afternoon, Flender's reply was delivered to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi smiled after reading the letter.

Flender's reply was simple, consisting of only a few sentences: "I dare not decline the trust of Sect Master Ning. Once Rongrong arrives, I will treat her just like the other students. I will reprimand her when necessary and punish her when appropriate. As for the tuition and the matter of the sausages, we shall discuss those after Rongrong enrolls."

Ning Fengzhi handed the letter to Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

After reading it, Chen Xin nodded, "This Flender is an honest man."

Gu Rong also read it and said nothing, but the expression on his face softened significantly.

"Then let us prepare." Ning Fengzhi stood up, "In three days, I will personally escort Rongrong to Shrek Academy."

"Sect Master, do you really not need us to follow?" Chen Xin asked.

"No need." Ning Fengzhi shook his head, "Flender is trustworthy. Besides..."

He paused, "Rongrong needs to face things on her own."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged glances and said nothing more.

Three days later.

Shrek Academy.

Flender stood at the gate with the three children, waiting for the carriage from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ma Hongjun stood on tiptoe, craning his neck to look into the distance, "Why aren't they here yet?"

"What's the rush?" Oscar was also on tiptoe, even more anxious than Ma Hongjun.

Fu Wen stood at the very back, his expression calm, but his eyes held a hint of anticipation.

Ning Rongrong.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The world's number one support Martial Soul.

She was coming.

At high noon, a magnificent carriage appeared at the gate of Shrek Academy.

The carriage was gilded throughout, and the emblem of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was inlaid on the carriage body.

A seven-story pagoda shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

The carriage was not pulled by horses, but by two snow-white Soul Beasts; they were large in stature and elegant in bearing, clearly not ordinary creatures.

"Good heavens, what a display."

Oscar muttered in a low voice.

Ma Hongjun was even more dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

Fu Wen's expression remained calm, but a ripple flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect truly lived up to its reputation.

The carriage stopped, and the door opened.

A middle-aged man dressed in white stepped down first. His face was refined and his temperament gentle; it was none other than the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi.

"Dean Flender, I have long admired you."

Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands in a salute, his attitude humble, showing not a hint of a sect master's airs.

"Sect Master Ning is too kind."

Flender returned the salute, nodding inwardly.

This sect master was far more easygoing than he had imagined.

"Rongrong, come on down."

Ning Fengzhi turned around and called out toward the carriage.

There was no response.

Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile and called out again, "Rongrong, we've arrived."

"I know!"

A crisp voice came from inside the carriage, carrying a clear note of impatience.

Then, a little girl dressed in a pink dress jumped down from the carriage.

She was about six years old, carved from jade and polished like pink crystal, with a pair of large, lively eyes.

But at this moment, those eyes were filled with disdain.

"This is Shrek Academy?"

Ning Rongrong glanced at the dilapidated school gate, then at the cracked, broken wooden sign, and curled her lips.

"Dad, are you sure you didn't go to the wrong place? This is way too run-down."

Flender's mouth twitched.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun exchanged a look, both seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes: trouble.

"Rongrong, don't be rude."

Ning Fengzhi's voice grew a bit sterner. "This is Dean Flender. Say hello to the Dean."

Ning Rongrong pouted and reluctantly called out, "Hello, Dean Flender."

"Good, good."

Flender smiled, not taking it to heart.

He had seen too many geniuses; it wasn't as if he hadn't dealt with ones more difficult than Ning Rongrong.

"These three are students of the academy."

Flender pointed to the three children beside him. "This is Oscar, this is Ma Hongjun, and this is Fu Wen."

"Hello."

Ning Rongrong swept her gaze over the three of them, her eyes lingering on Oscar for a moment, then looking at Ma Hongjun, and finally landing on Fu Wen.

Fu Wen's expression was calm, devoid of any emotion.

Ning Rongrong frowned and looked away.

She didn't like this person.

She couldn't say why, she just didn't like him.

"Rongrong, from today on, you will study at Shrek Academy."

Ning Fengzhi crouched down and looked into his daughter's eyes. "Listen to your teachers and get along well with your classmates."

"I know, I know."

Ning Rongrong waved her hand impatiently.

Ning Fengzhi stood up and looked at Flender, his eyes carrying a hint of apology.

"Dean Flender, I leave Rongrong in your care."

"Rest assured, Sect Master Ning."

Flender nodded. "I will do my best."

Ning Fengzhi nodded and turned to board the carriage.

After taking two steps, he turned back and looked at Ning Rongrong once more.

"Rongrong, Dad is leaving."

"Mm."

Ning Rongrong replied without looking at him.

Ning Fengzhi sighed and got into the carriage.

The carriage slowly drove away, disappearing at the end of the road.

Ning Rongrong stood at the academy gate, watching the carriage pull away, her eyes turning slightly red.

But she bit her lip, refusing to let the tears fall.

"Let's go, inside."

Flender glanced at her and turned to walk into the academy.

Dean's office.

Flender sat in his chair, looking at Ning Rongrong standing before him.

"Ning Rongrong, from today on, you are a student of Shrek Academy."

"The academy has its rules. The first: obey orders."

"Whatever the teacher says, you do. No talking back, no throwing tantrums."

"The second: be united with your classmates."

"No bullying others, and no seeking special treatment."

"The third: train diligently."

"You must complete your daily training tasks. If you don't finish, you don't eat."

"Do you understand?"

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips. "I understand."

"Speak up."

"I understand!"

Ning Rongrong raised her volume, but her tone was full of defiance.

Flender glanced at her and said nothing more.

"Fu Wen, take her to the dormitory."

The dormitory building.

Fu Wen walked in front, and Ning Rongrong followed behind.

"This is your dormitory."

Fu Wen pushed open the door to a room. "Everything is prepared. See if you're missing anything."

Ning Rongrong walked into the room and took a look.

The room was not large: a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.

It was simple, but very clean.

She frowned, but said nothing.

"Right."

Fu Wen stood at the doorway. "The academy has a rule: do your own chores."

"Making the bed, folding the quilt, washing clothes—you must do it all yourself."

"No one will help you."