Is He the Dean's Illegitimate Son?

"Qingfeng, this white building is the freshman teaching building, representing the lowest-tier ten-year Soul Ring. The yellow buildings behind it are for the Outer Court's second- and third-year students. The purple ones are for fourth- and fifth-year students. The black one is for sixth-year students. Anyone who walks out of the black teaching building can receive an Outer Court graduation certificate from our academy."

"The gray buildings at the very back are the Soul Tool Department's teaching area. They occupy roughly one-third of the Outer Court's main teaching grounds."

"The Battle Arena, assessment area, dormitory area, teachers' offices, and so on are scattered around the surrounding grounds. You can find them on the Outer Court's signposts."

Shrek Academy, on the verdant boulevard of the Outer Court.

Du Weilun, the Martial Soul Department's Director of Instruction for the Outer Court, walked slightly bent over at Su Qingfeng's side.

Su Qingfeng wore an outfit similar to the Outer Court freshmen's uniform. It was predominantly white, but several gold-striped bands ran across the shoulders, and a badge bearing the character [Special] was pinned to his chest, signifying his status. The badge's background was composed of five colors: white, yellow, purple, black, and red.

Even the exquisite Platinum Mask could not conceal the Immortal Realm aura that emanated from within him. Anyone who looked closely from nearby would see his vast, starry eyes, which stirred the soul.

Some passing freshmen and instructors whispered among themselves:

"That student definitely isn't ordinary. He's probably a genius disciple from some major sect or powerful faction, to be personally received by the Director of Instruction."

"Could Haotian Fort have sent a disciple here to study this year?"

"I'm not sure, but I heard through the grapevine that people from Haotian Fort did come at the start of the school year. It's very possible that someone from Haotian Fort has come to study at Shrek. Could this be him? You can tell from his bearing alone that he's extraordinary. I really want to see his face."

"Put away that lovestruck expression. You're an instructor."

"What's wrong with that? Who says instructors can't fall in love? Honestly!"

The curious, admiring gazes of the passersby left Su Qingfeng rather helpless.

Fortunately, he had gotten a mask from his senior brother. He had not even shown his face, yet they were already chattering endlessly. If he revealed that peerless face of his, wouldn't that be a disaster?

The water flowing from all the girls in the academy would probably be enough to drown him.

Well, saliva. Don't get any weird ideas.

Speaking of which, Du Weilun was also very curious about Su Qingfeng's identity. He had only received this assignment at the last minute.

The dean had personally stepped in and instructed him to arrange for a boy named Su Qingfeng to study in the Outer Court—as a specially selected student, no less.

As the Director of Instruction, Du Weilun had never even heard of specially selected students before this.

After hearing the dean explain the matter of specially selected students, he had been completely dumbfounded.

What specially selected student? This was practically a privileged student.

① He would not participate in the freshman elimination system, but could participate in freshman competitions.

② He could freely choose his courses and instructors. He had the right not to take any instructor as his master and could study in any classroom without obstruction.

③ His status was no lower than that of any instructor. No one in the Outer Court could punish Su Qingfeng. (If the circumstances were severe, at least three instructors or higher-ranking personnel had to jointly report the matter to the dean for handling.)

There were also various miscellaneous provisions. In any case, after reading the Specially Selected Student Regulations, Du Weilun was utterly stunned.

They were not sending a student to the Outer Court. They were sending over an ancestor!

At the same time, the more it was like this, the more curious Du Weilun became about Su Qingfeng's identity.

Just how outstanding was his talent, and how powerful was his background, for him to deserve such honor and authority?

After seeing Su Qingfeng's Soul Power Level and age, Du Weilun had only wanted to curse. Twelve years old, level fifteen—under normal circumstances, a student like that would struggle even to pass the New Student Assessment, yet he wanted special privileges?

But now, all Du Weilun could do was wait on such a "rookie soul master"!

The dean had said that if anything happened to this student, forget remaining the Director of Instruction—even the entire Shrek Academy would make sure he paid dearly.

"I've arranged a room as well. I specifically cleared out a freshman dormitory room, had it cleaned, and prepared the bedding and everything else. You can move in directly. The room number is 109."

Du Weilun spoke as he followed beside Su Qingfeng.

Su Qingfeng said mildly, "There's no need. I already have somewhere to stay, though it's a little far from the Outer Court, and the road isn't easy to travel."

Du Weilun smiled. "That's fine. We'll keep the room for you. It can be used for midday naps or temporary rest. Here is the key."

Du Weilun handed the key to Su Qingfeng.

By then, they had arrived at the freshmen's classrooms.

The freshmen had all been assigned to their classes. They had already made initial contact with their classmates and had begun their morning lessons.

"This year, we enrolled exactly ten freshman classes. I've already spoken with the head teachers of all the major Outer Court classes. You may freely choose whichever class you wish to study in or attend lectures in. Not only freshman classes—even the second-, third-, and fourth-year classes are open for you to audit. They won't make things difficult for you. If you encounter any problems, tell me anytime."

As the Outer Court's Director of Instruction, Du Weilun wielded considerable authority. Not only could he oversee the cultivation resources of Outer Court students, but he could also manage the head teachers of every class.

But that was all. Before Su Qingfeng's senior brother, Yan Shaozhe, he was merely an employee.

And as Sea God Pavilion's beloved favorite, Yan Shaozhe granted Su Qingfeng whatever he asked for.

"Alright. Thank you for your trouble, Director Du," Su Qingfeng said politely.

Suddenly recalling something, Su Qingfeng asked, "By the way, where is Class One? Is Class One taught by Zhou Yi?"

"Oh? Do you know Instructor Zhou Yi? She's a very strict, excellent, and responsible instructor. It was a coincidence that she was assigned to teach a freshman class this time. In previous years, a quarter of the students who remained in her class entered the Inner Court. Her advancement rate is very good—quite impressive. Would you like to attend her classes?"

Du Weilun asked curiously. It seemed that Su Qingfeng was probably the relative or descendant of some powerful figure within the academy and knew something about Shrek Academy's instructors.

Could he be the dean's illegitimate son?!

Du Weilun recalled Yan Shaozhe's instructions. That level of concern had been unprecedented. He covered his mouth. He felt as though he had discovered a shocking secret!

"No, no, no. I don't want to attend that old hag's class."

Su Qingfeng shook his head and said blandly.

If she eliminated all the students without talent and kept only the gifted soul masters, how could the promotion rate not be high?

However, Du Weilun had already pushed open the door to a classroom beside them, his face full of awkwardness, because this class happened to be Class One. Even more coincidentally, Zhou Yi saw Du Weilun at the door and was just about to come out to greet him.

The entirety of Class One fell silent because of this...