Inheritance

This brat clearly had his eyes on my peerless techniques, yet he refused to take on the title of disciple or be bound by Shrek Academy. His calculations were sharp indeed.

But upon second thought, the slight displeasure in Mu En's heart instantly dissipated.

He was already an old man with one foot in the grave and little time left; what use were these techniques to him?

If they were buried in the Kitsuchi along with him, that would be a true waste. It would be better to pass them on to the upright Su Ming, allowing these arts to be inherited and carried forward across the continent rather than letting them vanish into obscurity.

Having reached this realization, the look Mu En cast toward Su Ming grew increasingly gentle. His cloudy eyes were filled with relief, devoid of any dissatisfaction, leaving only the expectation of a successor.

He fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, his tone turning solemn:

"In that case, I will not force you or compel you to take me as your master. I possess a set of techniques I have refined throughout my life.

I can teach them to you, provided you promise me that you will properly pass these techniques on in the future and never let them be lost.

Furthermore, if Shrek Academy ever faces a catastrophic crisis, you must step in to help. If Bei Bei struggles to hold up the Sea God Pavilion, and if you are able, you must also assist him from the sidelines, helping him secure his position as the Pavilion Master and protecting Shrek. Can you do that?"

Su Ming looked at Mu En, whose expression was earnest and filled with expectation, and weighed the matter in his heart.

Without a moment's hesitation, he replied loudly: "I can, old man. I'll help with that favor!"

Su Ming understood clearly that Mu En had done everything he could. The man had not forced him to join his sect or shoulder the heavy burden of Shrek's legacy, yet he was willing to impart his life's work—the famous techniques that shook the continent—without reservation.

All he had to do in return was help Bei Bei manage Shrek and protect this foundation. Such terms were a rare blessing in this world, and he had no reason to refuse.

After a moment of contemplation, Su Ming said with a playful smile: "By the way, old man, I actually realized long ago that you and Bei Bei are old acquaintances, and your relationship is far from ordinary."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mu En's cloudy eyes lit up instantly. The indifferent expression he had worn vanished, replaced by keen interest as he looked at Su Ming with a surprised smile and asked:

"Oh? How did you figure that out? I considered my disguise to be flawless. In the academy, I rarely even spoke a few words to Bei Bei. How did you manage to notice the clues?"

"It was obvious from the look in Bei Bei's eyes."

Su Ming said with a firm tone:

"When that kid looks at you, his eyes are full of respect, yet they also hide a trace of fear that is hard to detect.

He is, after all, one of the top geniuses of the Shrek outer courtyard. His temperament and strength far exceed his peers, and he is usually calm and composed.

Yet every time he sees this seemingly ordinary old man at the dormitory entrance, he shows such an unusual look of awe. If there wasn't a secret behind this, I wouldn't believe it even if I died."

Upon hearing this, Mu En threw his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter clear and filled with gratification and approval.

He secretly confirmed that his decision to choose Su Ming was not a loss at all. This young man was meticulous, his observation skills were incredibly sharp, and his ability to capture such subtle changes in expression proved he was no ordinary person. He would surely be a talent of great potential in the future.

After the laughter subsided, Mu En's face remained wreathed in a gentle smile as he waved his hand and said:

"Enough, enough. Let's not mention these trifles. Come here, and I will transmit my life's techniques directly into your mind.

You must practice diligently in the future. If you have any questions regarding your cultivation, you can come and ask me at any time."

Hearing this, a flash of anticipation crossed Su Ming's eyes. He quickly stepped forward and moved close to Mu En.

Mu En slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips gathering a wisp of warm, pure Bright Sacred Dragon soul power carrying an endless divine aura, and tapped it gently on the center of Su Ming's brow.

In an instant, a vast and majestic torrent of knowledge, imbued with a rich light attribute, surged into Su Ming's mind without obstruction.

The movement trajectories of the techniques and the secrets of soul power application appeared clearly, complete and detailed.

Su Ming focused his inner vision, and when he saw the names of the three peerless techniques in his mind, a stormy sea surged in his heart. He couldn't help but exclaim to himself:

Ruling the World, Dragon Emperor Evil-Breaking Slash, and Dragon Emperor Domain-Shaking Realm! These were the three trump-card techniques that old man Mu En was famous for, and he had passed them all to him without reservation!

Thinking of this, Su Ming secretly made up his mind to treat Bei Bei better in the future.

Once he found the opportunity to have Electrolux help establish the Spirit Pagoda, he would definitely find a hundred-thousand-year-old light-attribute soul beast for Bei Bei.

He would help him completely stabilize the Bright Sacred Dragon bloodline within his body, making his bloodline power pure and flawless, ensuring his future path of cultivation would be much smoother.

Only then would he truly live up to the grace of the old man's unconditional transmission of power today.

Once the transmission was complete and everything returned to calm, Mu En withdrew his finger. His expression gradually relaxed, and he waved his hand with a hint of fatigue, speaking in a lazy tone:

"The matter is settled. You should go and attend to your business. Today is the first day of the new semester at Shrek, and the academy must be bustling."

"You are young and full of energy; there is no need to keep this old man company. Go and look around, join in the excitement."

Seeing this, Su Ming brushed the dust off his clothes and straightened them, intending to follow Mu En's suggestion to wander around Shrek Academy and familiarize himself with the surroundings.

Walking slowly along the path, he soon arrived near the teaching building. The sound of rhythmic, heavy footsteps reached his ears, and he looked up.

He saw a large group of new students running hard on the playground under immense pressure, with a somewhat oppressive atmosphere lingering around them.

Su Ming became interested and strolled over to the shade of a nearby tree to watch, the plot from the original story flashing through his mind instantly.

For such a harsh drill to be happening on the very first day of the new semester, there was no need to guess—it had to be Zhou Yi.

Watching the panting students on the playground, Su Ming couldn't help but feel a surge of dissatisfaction. He truly couldn't understand how someone like Zhou Yi

could remain a teacher at Shrek Academy. In his eyes, there was not a shred of competent teaching ability in this woman.

Look at the other new student classes; the head teachers were all helping their students get familiar with the academy, explaining basic knowledge about soul masters, and introducing class rules—everything was orderly.

Only Zhou Yi insisted on being unconventional, dragging the entire class to the playground for forced running without a word, calling it "tempering the will," when in reality, it was completely devoid of method.

What Su Ming found most absurd was that she completely ignored the differences in soul master types, making auxiliary-type soul masters and power-attack-type soul masters run the exact same number of laps.