Sea God Pavilion Meeting

After the assessment ended, the remaining freshmen were reassigned to new classes.

The rest were divided into four classes based on their grades and Martial Soul types.

Lin Yaoyang, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao were assigned to Class One without surprise. It was the freshmen's elite class, gathering the most outstanding students of this intake.

There were two homeroom teachers.

Mu Jin continued teaching Class One, while the other was Wang Yan.

He was a male teacher in his early thirties, wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looked refined and spoke at an unhurried pace.

Wang Yan taught the first lesson.

Standing at the podium, he opened the class roster, and the first thing he did was select the class monitors.

"Does anyone have a recommendation for the assault-type class monitor?"

The moment he finished speaking, the classroom rang out with the same name.

"Lin Yaoyang!"

"Class monitor!"

"Brother Lin!"

The voices rose one after another, with practically no other option.

Wang Yan adjusted his glasses and looked toward the last row.

The orange-red-haired boy was leaning against the back of his chair, supporting his chin with one hand. His expression was indifferent, as though they were not calling his name at all.

"Student Lin Yaoyang, then I'll have to trouble you."

Wang Yan did not ask further questions and directly wrote down his name in the roster.

Next came the control-type class monitor.

Wang Yan listed several candidates, including Xiao Xiao.

Her Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron had performed brilliantly during the Freshman Assessment. Coupled with her gentle personality and popularity, she received the most votes among the candidates.

"Student Xiao Xiao, control-type class monitor," Wang Yan announced.

Xiao Xiao stood up and bowed to everyone somewhat shyly. As she sat back down, she secretly glanced at Lin Yaoyang, her lips curled upward and her eyes sparkling.

Dai Huabin sat in the front row, his fists clenched tightly.

He stared at Lin Yaoyang's back, his teeth grinding audibly.

Assault-type class monitor... Why?

In terms of family background, he was the son of Duke White Tiger, from one of the Star Luo Empire's most prominent families.

In terms of strength, he was a three-ring Soul Elder, outstanding even among his peers.

Yet before this Lin Yaoyang, he was nothing.

He still remembered the Freshman Assessment clearly.

That day, his team had drawn Lin Yaoyang's team.

He had thought they could at least last a few exchanges. There were three of them, they worked well together, and they even had Zhu Lu's Hell Spirit Cat support.

In the end, Lin Yaoyang walked over alone—one punch per person, one punch per person. Three punches ended the fight.

When he was blasted out of the arena, he had not even seen how Lin Yaoyang struck.

Dai Huabin took a deep breath and loosened his fists.

He had tried.

He had invoked the name of the White Tiger Duke Mansion and found an upperclassman to "remind" Lin Yaoyang.

The result was that the upperclassman returned with a livid face and refused to say a single word. He merely shook his head and said, "Don't provoke him."

Dai Huabin did not know what Lin Yaoyang had done to that upperclassman, but he knew one thing: he could not afford to provoke this person.

At least, not yet.

He lowered his head and swallowed his resentment.

At the same time.

Sea God Island, Sea God Pavilion.

The grand conference hall was silent.

An oval long table occupied the center of the room. Its surface had been polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting the antique chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Ten people sat around the table. At the head of the table, furthest within the room, stood a reclining chair. Mu En lay half-reclined upon it, a thin blanket covering him. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

He looked far too old. Wrinkles layered his face, his loose skin resembling withered bark. His graying hair was sparse, and his entire body seemed like a lamp about to burn out.

Yet everyone present knew that so long as this lamp remained, Shrek's sky would not collapse.

The academy's core figures sat on both sides of the long table.

At the far end on the right sat a man and a woman.

Qian Duoduo, vice dean of the Soul Tool Department.

The woman was about the same age as Yan Shaozhe, with a stern face and eyes as sharp as blades.

Xian Lin'er, dean of the Soul Tool Department.

At the far end on the left sat Yan Shaozhe and another middle-aged woman.

The woman wore a plain-colored robe, with a gentle expression and a faint smile always resting on her lips. She was Cai Mei'er, vice dean of the Martial Soul Department, Yan Shaozhe's wife and deputy.

Before them sat six more elderly men. Every one of them was white-haired and had a different bearing, but without exception, their eyes were far brighter than those of ordinary people their age.

The first seat to the left of the head position was occupied by an old man who appeared to be seventy or eighty years old.

He wore a faded gray robe, his messy hair hanging loose. His right hand held a wine gourd, while his left gripped a roasted chicken leg. He alternated between wine and meat, making loud smacking noises as he ate.

Xuan Zi.

A rank ninety-eight Super Douluo, Shrek Academy's strongest expert aside from Mu En.

He did not look like a Super Douluo at all. He looked more like some shabby old drunkard drinking by the roadside.

"Everyone's here, right?" Mu En's gentle voice sounded, as though he were asking about the weather. "Shaozhe, tell us."

"Yes, Teacher." Yan Shaozhe rose to his feet and bowed toward the head seat.

Then he turned to the elders present, bowed slightly, and spoke in a solemn tone.

"Teacher, esteemed elders, I have convened this Sea God Pavilion Meeting today because of a matter concerning whether our academy can continue prospering for the next several centuries."

At those words, everyone's expressions shifted slightly.

Anything that could make Yan Shaozhe speak of "several centuries" was no trivial matter.

"Among this year's freshmen, Shrek has received a student with an Ultimate Martial Soul attribute!"

"What? An Ultimate attribute?"

A wave of low exclamations arose from both sides of the table.

Ultimate attributes.

Everyone present was highly knowledgeable, yet the words "Ultimate attribute" were still enough to move them.

The chance of such an attribute appearing was even rarer than a Body Martial Soul. Across the entire Douluo Continent, over tens of thousands of years, fewer than ten Ultimate-attribute Soul Masters had been recorded.

And every Ultimate-attribute Soul Master who did not die young eventually became one of the foremost figures of their era.

"An Ultimate attribute..." An old man seated third on the right stroked his beard and pondered. "Which Ultimate attribute?"

"Ultimate Fire," Yan Shaozhe said. "And it may also possess Ultimate Light."

Yan Shaozhe had only thought of Ultimate Light later, when he recalled the sword blades Lin Yaoyang had unleashed.

At the time, he had been too anxious to save Xiaotao to think carefully.

Only after recalling it over this period did he realize something was wrong.

Yan Shaozhe believed that Lin Yaoyang's Martial Soul should possess dual Ultimate attributes!

The conference hall fell silent for a moment.

Dual Ultimate attributes.

Even Xuan Zi, who had been gnawing on a chicken leg, stopped. His greasy fingers hung in midair as his eyes narrowed slightly.

Yan Shaozhe continued, "If an Ultimate attribute is carefully nurtured, then in the future, that person will undoubtedly become a pillar of the academy and ensure Shrek remains the continent's number one academy for the next three to four hundred years."

His tone became grave.

"Therefore, we must keep him at Shrek Academy."

At this point, his expression changed slightly.

"Today, while issuing rewards for the Freshman Assessment, I took the opportunity to offer to accept him as my disciple. But he refused."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Qian Duoduo's lips unconsciously lifted.

He glanced at Yan Shaozhe, feeling utterly delighted inside.

So even you, Yan Shaozhe, have this day?

The other elders also revealed looks of surprise.

Someone had actually refused Shrek's offer of apprenticeship?