Getting Paid! The Dean's Grand Entrance!

Early the next morning, just as the sky began to brighten, Fu Wen was hauled out of bed by Flender.

"Get up, you're coming to the academy with me today."

Flender said this while putting on his clothes.

Fu Wen rubbed his eyes and glanced out the window: "So early?"

"Early? The sun is almost up."

Flender adjusted his glasses, "There's a lot to do today, the sooner we go, the sooner we finish."

Fu Wen yawned and rolled out of bed.

After washing up, the two of them headed out.

Flender didn't fly; instead, he took Fu Wen on foot.

Along the way, Fu Wen noticed that his old man was in an exceptionally good mood today.

A smile hung on the corners of his mouth, and he walked with a spring in his step.

"Dad, why are you so happy today?"

Fu Wen asked.

"Nonsense, I have money in my hands, how could I not be happy?"

Flender patted the Soul Tool at his waist: "Three hundred and eighty Gold Soul Coin, enough to last a while."

"How are you going to spend it?"

"Clear the debts first."

Flender counted on his fingers:

"Zhao Wuji's salary, Shao Xin's salary, Li Yusong and Lu Qibin's—I haven't paid them for the past few months."

"And the land rent for the village, the wages for the laborers; I've owed them for a long time too."

"Today, I'm going to settle everything at once!"

When Flender said this, his back straightened a little more.

Fu Wen glanced at him but didn't speak.

To be honest, although his old man was a bit stingy, he never welched on a debt.

He always kept track of the money he owed others.

It was just that he had been truly poor before and couldn't pay it.

Now that he had money in his hands, the first thing he thought of wasn't his own enjoyment, but paying off what he owed.

On this point, Fu Wen admired him.

The two walked for a while and arrived at Shrek Academy.

Pushing the gate open, someone was already exercising on the playground.

A burly middle-aged man was throwing punches, each one whistling with the force of the wind.

Seeing Flender enter, he stopped.

"Boss Flender, why so early today?"

"Old Zhao, it's good that you're here."

Flender walked over and said: "Go call Shao Xin, Old Li, and Old Lu over. Come to the office."

"What's up?"

Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment.

"Payday."

Flender spat out the two words.

Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up: "Payday? Did you strike it rich?"

"Stop talking nonsense and go call them."

Flender waved his hand.

Zhao Wuji didn't say another word and turned to run.

That speed was even faster than when he was throwing punches.

Fu Wen watched Zhao Wuji's retreating back and his mouth twitched.

With that speed, he was truly worthy of being a seven-ring Soul Saint.

Before long, the office was full of people.

Zhao Wuji, Shao Xin, Li Yusong, and Lu Qibin—not a single one missing.

Four people sat in their chairs, eyes fixed on Flender.

Those gazes were like hungry wolves spotting meat.

"Dean, did you say you were paying our salaries?"

Li Yusong pushed up his glasses and spoke first.

He was one of the teachers at Shrek Academy, his Martial Soul was the Dragon Pattern Staff, and he was a six-ring Soul Emperor.

He was the oldest and had the most steady personality.

But at this moment, his tone carried a hint of urgency.

Flender swept a glance over everyone and pulled four bags of Gold Soul Coin from his storage Soul Tool, placing them on the table one by one.

"Old Zhao, yours."

Zhao Wuji took the bag, opened it to look, and his eyes went wide.

"This... this much?"

"I owed you for three months, eighteen Gold Soul Coin a month, that's fifty-four, plus this month's, seventy-two in total."

Flender said.

Zhao Wuji grinned, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

"Dean, you finally found your conscience!"

Flender rolled his eyes, ignored him, and continued distributing the money.

"Shao Xin, yours."

Shao Xin took the bag, opened it for a look, and nodded.

He was a six-ring Soul Emperor, Food System, and his salary was lower than Zhao Wuji's.

Ten Gold Soul Coin a month, three months owed, plus this month, forty in total.

"Old Li, yours."

Li Yusong took the bag, didn't open it, but simply weighed it in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

He was a six-ring Soul Emperor, but being older, he was mainly responsible for theory classes, so his salary was ten a month.

"Old Lu, yours."

Lu Qibin took the bag, smiling as he opened it for a look.

He was a Control System Soul Master, a six-ring Soul Emperor, and his salary was the same as Shao Xin's, ten a month.

The four of them held their money, their expressions all different.

Zhao Wuji was ecstatic, Shao Xin was calm, Li Yusong was satisfied, and Lu Qibin was happy.

But one thing was the same.

Their eyes had all lit up.

Flender watched their expressions, and his heart eased.

These teachers followed him under harsh conditions, and their salaries were often in arrears.

To be honest, he felt guilty.

Now it was settled, the debts were cleared, and he felt at ease.

"Alright, salaries are paid, go do whatever you need to do."

Flender waved his hand.

"Wait."

Li Yusong suddenly spoke up: "Dean, how did you suddenly have money this time?"

As soon as these words were out, everyone looked at Flender.

Flender proudly pushed up his glasses: "My son earned it."

"Your son?"

Zhao Wuji was stunned and looked at Fu Wen.

Fu Wen stood there, expressionless.

"It's this kid, he awakened his Martial Soul yesterday, Innate Full Soul Power, his first soul ring is over four hundred years old, and his soul power shot straight to level thirteen!"

Flender pointed at Fu Wen, his tone full of pride.

"What?!"

Zhao Wuji stood up with a start, eyes wide as he stared at Fu Wen.

Shao Xin already knew, so he had no reaction.

Li Yusong and Lu Qibin also had faces filled with shock.

"Innate Full Soul Power? First soul ring over four hundred years old?"

"Good heavens, you're so lucky!"

"Xiao Ao has Innate Full Soul Power! Xiao Wen also has Innate Full Soul Power!?"

Li Yusong pushed up his glasses, looking Fu Wen up and down.

"Dean, you aren't joking, are you?"

"Why would I joke about this?"

Flender snorted. "Xiao Wen, show them."

Fu Wen sighed helplessly and released his martial soul.

A yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet, and the phantom of a Divine Crocodile emerged behind him.

An ancient, primordial aura permeated the room, and the temperature in the office seemed to drop by several degrees.

Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted. "This martial soul..."

"Mutated Sea Crocodile."

Flender spoke first, then gave Fu Wen a look.

Fu Wen understood and retracted his martial soul.

The office fell silent for a few seconds.

Then, Zhao Wuji laughed.

"Hahaha! Excellent! Dean, your son is incredible!"

"That goes without saying!"

Flender's ego was ready to soar to the heavens.

Li Yusong pushed up his glasses and said in a deep voice:

"Innate Full Soul Power, a mutated martial soul, and a first soul ring over four hundred years old..."

"As long as this child doesn't die prematurely, he will be at least a Titled Douluo in the future."

"Perhaps even higher."

Once these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Titled Douluo.

That was the pinnacle of existence in this world.

Across the entire continent, the number of known Titled Douluo could be counted on one's fingers.

And now, standing before them was a child with the potential to become one.

The feeling was truly surreal.

"Alright, alright, stop the praise. Any more and this kid's ego will reach the clouds."

Flender waved his hand. "Go on and get back to work; I still have things to attend to."

Everyone nodded, took their money, and dispersed.