A long line had formed outside Shrek.
At the very end of the line, Xiao Wu looked at Shrek's dilapidated state and couldn't help sneering.
"How can Shrek be so run-down? It's even worse than Notting Academy was back then."
"Third Brother, Brother Wu, could we have been tricked?"
"Maybe it only looks shabby on the outside. There could be more to it than meets the eye."
Even Tang San's tone had grown noticeably uncertain as he said this.
He didn't believe it himself.
"Talking about it here won't get us anywhere. We can just go inside and take a look."
As he spoke, Tang Wu headed toward the line.
Tang San and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance, then followed him a moment later.
"What? How did he get here?!"
At first sight of Tang Wu, Dai Mubai fought the urge to turn around and leave.
Yesterday's events were still fresh in his mind. When he'd gotten up that morning, his little brother was still aching.
But as a result, it had swollen up quite a bit.
Dai Mubai didn't know whether he should be happy or worried about that.
On one hand, he desperately wanted revenge. He had to get back the face he'd lost.
On the other, he was afraid the other guy would set him on fire again.
All in all, Dai Mubai was terribly conflicted.
How despicable...
He'd actually come up with the underhanded trick of setting his little brother on fire.
Haji Wu, you rascal!
Hearing him, Li Yusong, who was in charge of registering new students, immediately looked over and asked,
"What's wrong, Mubai? Don't tell me you know that group?"
"I wouldn't say I know them. We've just crossed paths once..."
There was no way Dai Mubai could openly admit that his crotch had caught fire.
So he simply brushed the question aside.
Tang Wu looked around and finally spotted the two graceful figures among the crowd.
One wore a blue-green dress, and the natural air of nobility she exuded in every gesture could only belong to Ning Rongrong.
Her orange hair fell to her waist, swaying in the breeze.
Hmm, wait. Something seemed off...
The other had a devilish figure, with a bountiful chest.
But paired with that delicate face, which looked far too young for her age, she was clearly Zhu Zhuqing, a child-faced beauty with a voluptuous figure.
With the three people mentioned earlier, everyone was finally here...
Tang Wu withdrew his gaze and stopped sizing the two girls up, continuing forward.
The first test was a breeze for the three of them. They passed it effortlessly and entered the village.
Dai Mubai came in after them and spoke directly to the three.
"There's no need to waste time. You can skip the next two tests and go straight to the final one."
But the moment he finished speaking, an unhappy voice rose beside him.
"Why?"
"Why do we have to wait in line, while they get special treatment? I won't accept this!"
Faced with their protests, Dai Mubai merely glanced at them, then tossed the crystal ball to Tang Wu.
Tang Wu channeled his Soul Power into it, and blue light filled the entire crystal ball.
Tang San's test result came just a hair short of filling it completely.
His level was a full 29.
Xiao Wu's test result was the same.
Faced with this undeniable proof, those who had just been protesting fell silent at once, like ducks grabbed by the throat.
Dai Mubai folded his arms and retorted,
"If you're not strong enough, don't go making a racket. Not everyone is like you."
"Then does that mean I can skip the first two tests too?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out beside them.
Ning Rongrong was Level 26. According to the rules, she didn't need to take the first two tests either.
Zhu Zhuqing silently took the crystal ball. The light she produced was even brighter than Ning Rongrong's.
As they passed a food stall, the aroma stirred the hungry bug in Xiao Wu's stomach. She immediately turned to Tang San and pleaded,
"Brother, this smells pretty good. Why don't we buy some to try?"
"Sure, sure. You little glutton. I'll buy you some, okay?"
"Yay! Third Brother is the best."
When Tang San agreed, Xiao Wu cheered and danced with delight.
Seeing this,
Tang San shook his head with a laugh. But what could he do? She was his little sister, after all.
He could only spoil her.
Walking over beside Tang Wu, Tang San asked his younger brother,
"Little Wu, there's a stall up ahead. What flavor do you want?"
"A stall?! Then let's go take a look together."
However,
When Tang Wu got closer and saw the front of the stall, he realized the vendor wasn't selling sausages at all. He was selling deep-fried stinky tofu.
What was worse, two bottles of green tea sat conspicuously beside the stall.
Tang Wu felt his scalp tingle and hurriedly said,
"Wait, wait. Weren't you selling sausages? Why did you switch to stinky tofu?"
"Little brother, I've been selling stinky tofu all these years. Don't just stand there with your eyes open and talk nonsense."
Hearing Tang Wu's questioning, Oscar, who was still dressed like an uncle, flew into a rage and shot back,
"Maybe you should look for the problem with yourself. Did you read the sign properly? Is there something wrong with you?"
"It's my fault, then. In that case, give me two skewers of stinky tofu, boss."
"Sure thing. Just a moment, customer..."
Seeing a customer come by, Oscar stopped being angry, grabbed his spatula, and started frying the stinky tofu.
Before long,
He had finished frying two steaming-hot skewers of stinky tofu.
But just as Tang Wu was about to take them, Dai Mubai couldn't stand by any longer.
"I say, Little Ao, is this any way to do business? You'd better fry them two fresh skewers."
"But, Boss Dai... wouldn't that be wrong, in front of all these future junior brothers and sisters?"
At this sudden turn of events, Tang San and Xiao Wu exchanged a baffled look.
Dai Mubai put the past behind him and explained the situation to everyone.
When Xiao Wu learned that a scruffy, bearded uncle had made the tofu, she immediately lost her appetite.
"Sure, the Soul Mantra coming out of an 'uncle's' mouth is a bit of a mismatch, but I have to say, it tastes pretty good, and the effects are great too."
Tang Wu said this without a care.
Hearing him, Oscar seemed to have found a kindred spirit. He said excitedly,
"Right, right! This little brother knows how to appreciate the good stuff, unlike these people."
"I think they just don't get it at all..."
Oscar was moved to tears. He immediately decided that from then on, Tang Wu could have as much tofu as he wanted.
The group arrived at the fourth test. Zhao Wuji was lying on a chair in the middle of the open ground.
Seeing Dai Mubai and the others behind them, his eyes lit up.
"Not bad. There hasn't been a single qualified student in the past few years, but today we've got so many little monsters all at once."
"I'll personally put you through your test this time."
Dai Mubai tried to talk him out of it, but Zhao Wuji glared him into silence.
Then, Zhao Wuji took out an incense stick from who knew where and lit it.
He tossed it casually, and the incense stick planted itself in the dirt.
"I'll give you the time it takes one incense stick to burn to discuss things. Once it burns down, the test begins."
There was no other choice...
Dai Mubai could only tell them about Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul and Soul Skills, hoping to give them some advantage in the battle ahead.