Yan Shaozhe's Two or Three Things He Had to Say

Gong Changlong rushed onto the platform of the Beast Fighting Zone with a pained expression. He first glared irritably at the Soul Douluo instructors standing on either side of the platform, then turned his gaze toward Yang Jian, who had ceased his assault upon his arrival.

Observing the look on Yang Jian's face, Gong Changlong waved his hand dismissively. "You win, you win, just go already. I really misjudged you; I never expected you to be such a violent brute."

As he spoke, Gong Changlong glanced back at the Two-Headed Lion King, which had scurried into the tunnel with a pitiful expression, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch twice.

This kid... even if the opponent is a soul beast, there's no need to be so heavy-handed, is there?

Of course, Gong Changlong only dared to complain in his heart.

In reality, he could see that Yang Jian hadn't actually dealt that much damage; at the very least, it was still within the Two-Headed Lion King's tolerance. The worst-case scenario was that the beast might be beaten into a state of self-doubt.

He might even have to provide some psychological counseling to this Two-Headed Lion King in the future...

"Alright."

Yang Jian responded, and the once majestic and spirited Little White instantly shrank in size, leaping back into his arms.

This scene caused Gong Changlong's gaze to fall involuntarily onto Little White, a look of interest appearing on his face. "Your martial soul is quite interesting. It's clearly a beast martial soul, yet it doesn't require Martial Soul Possession. What is your martial soul called?"

"Silver Howl Divine Dog."

Divine Dog?

Gong Changlong's brows furrowed instinctively.

A martial soul name containing the word "Divine"... one could tell at a glance that it was an extraordinary martial soul, especially since the Douluo Continent truly possessed gods. The original Shrek Seven Devils had ascended to the God Realm ten thousand years ago and successfully attained godhood.

Could it be that this Silver Howl Divine Dog was also the inheritance of a god?

Although many speculations arose in his mind, Gong Changlong did not show a hint of them on the surface, merely waving his hand. "Fine, go on. You don't need to come to my Beast Fighting Zone anymore. There aren't many soul beasts in the Beast Enclosure that can match your intensity."

That was a lie.

In reality, as a key project heavily invested in by Shrek Academy, the Beast Enclosure contained almost all common soul beasts. Aside from the lack of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, it housed beasts of every other age range. There was even more than one soul beast in the eighty to ninety-thousand-year range.

But every single one of those eighty or ninety-thousand-year soul beasts was the apple of Gong Changlong's eye, and he was terrified of anything happening to them.

As for this violent kid Yang Jian, it was better not to let him wreak havoc on his precious treasures.

Gong Changlong's tone wasn't exactly pleasant, but Yang Jian simply offered a slight bow before turning to leave the beast fighting grounds.

Before he could even walk back to the spectator area, he saw a slender, red-clad figure standing at the very top of the stands from a distance.

Noticing Yang Jian's gaze, Ma Xiaotao waved at him generously, a hint of brilliance flickering in her beautiful eyes.

She hadn't seen the entire fight, only the scene of Yang Jian brutally pummeling the Two-Headed Lion King with punch after punch.

To Ma Xiaotao, the forty-two-thousand-year-old Two-Headed Lion King was definitely no small trouble. If she could break through to become a Soul Emperor, dealing with this beast would be a breeze, but for now, she was only a Soul King.

Yet, a soul beast that even she found somewhat tricky had almost no power to fight back in front of Yang Jian. It was hard for Ma Xiaotao not to feel a sense of admiration.

Although Yang Jian was slightly surprised by Ma Xiaotao's presence in the Beast Fighting Zone, he merely glanced at her before withdrawing his gaze.

Ma Xiaotao seemed to be in a decent state; it shouldn't be time for her Evil Fire to become uncontrollable yet, so she wasn't necessarily looking for him.

Even if the Evil Fire truly became uncontrollable, he would at least need to see some sincerity first.

What surprised Yang Jian slightly was that Bei Bei and Tang Ya were also there.

Although not much time had passed, the relationship between Bei Bei and Tang Ya seemed to be progressing rapidly. There was a sticky, intimate atmosphere between them that made the nearby Ye Qingyuan look like a third wheel.

"Second Brother!"

Ye Qingyuan waved at Yang Jian with a beaming smile, her face full of pride.

Although the person Bei Bei and Tang Ya were praising was Yang Jian, Ye Qingyuan couldn't help but feel a little smug, and a sense of inexplicable satisfaction welled up in her heart.

"Yang Jian, you're too fierce! Now I truly believe the rumors that you defeated your class teacher are true."

Tang Ya gave Yang Jian a straightforward thumbs-up, and Bei Bei, standing beside her, couldn't help but sigh, "Impressive."

Before Yang Jian could speak, Ma Xiaotao, who had been watching from above the spectator area, walked over, her voice suddenly sounding from behind him: "Yang Jian, I have already told the teacher about your request, and he has agreed. However... he wants to see you."

Hearing this, the group was slightly stunned.

Yang Jian was the first to react.

Yan Shaozhe wanted to see him?

Mentioning Yan Shaozhe, the first thing that came to Yang Jian's mind wasn't his teacher, the Dragon God Douluo Mu En, nor his status as the Dean of the Martial Soul Department, but rather his complicated history with the two deans of the Soul Guidance Department.

Oh, besides that drama, the tragic love triangle between Yan Shaozhe's teacher Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and Ye Xishui was also quite melodramatic.

Who would have thought that Yan Shaozhe, the Dean of the Martial Soul Department at Shrek Academy who possessed the Bright Phoenix martial soul, was actually a descendant of an Evil Soul Master?

It was a pity no one had written a book for Yan Shaozhe; otherwise, if they titled it "The Untold Stories of Shrek Academy Martial Soul Department Dean Yan Shaozhe," it would definitely be a bestseller.

"Right now?"

"Yes, shall I take you to see him?"

As she spoke, Ma Xiaotao turned to look at Ye Qingyuan, Tang Ya, and Bei Bei, a smile appearing on her face. "You shouldn't mind if I borrow Yang Jian for a moment, right?"

Although Ma Xiaotao was looking for Yang Jian for official business, the way she phrased it... why did it sound so strange?

"Second Brother, go ahead. I was just going to take Tang Ya for a good stroll around Shrek Academy to get familiar with the environment. We haven't had a proper look around since we enrolled."

Ye Qingyuan didn't pick up on Ma Xiaotao's implication, simply smiling as she looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment before agreeing.

He was in dire need of Shrek Academy's intelligence network to help him pinpoint the location of a soul beast suitable for his fourth soul ring, so meeting with Yan Shaozhe was indeed necessary.

"Let's go."

Seeing Yang Jian agree, a flash of joy crossed Ma Xiaotao's face. She was naturally an impatient person, and since this concerned her Evil Fire, she turned around and headed straight out of the spectator area.

"Qingyuan, are you really just going to watch Yang Jian walk off with another woman like that?"

Watching the backs of Yang Jian and Ma Xiaotao, Tang Ya nudged Ye Qingyuan gently and muttered in a low voice.

Ye Qingyuan did not speak, merely shaking her head slightly.

"Sigh, it's not that I'm lecturing you. You and Yang Jian grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and he's so outstanding. If you ask me, you really need to keep a close eye on him."

Hearing this, Ye Qingyuan cast a strange look at Tang Ya, who was imparting such wisdom, then glanced at Bei Bei, who was looking at Tang Ya with a face full of tenderness.

Fine, you have a point.

After all, that is exactly what you are doing yourself.