Wang Dong'er Has Found Her Own Path to Death

Whether it was a telepathic connection or the bond between mother and daughter, the moment Wang Dong'er's gaze landed on Xiao Wu, the latter turned around as if she had sensed it.

Seeing Wang Dong'er, Xiao Wu didn't hesitate in the slightest. Her bitter little face instantly blossomed into a smile as she hurried toward Wang Dong'er, embracing her as if they hadn't seen each other in ages.

"Dong'er, why are you here?"

"I was a bit worried about you, so I came to check."

Wang Dong'er coughed awkwardly.

Since merging with the Love-Sickness Heartbroken Red, Xiao Wu had been developing faster and faster.

How much time had even passed?

How had that once plain little rabbit already reached such an outrageous, chest-bumping level of maturity?

"Sister Xiao Wu, let go first. Everyone is watching."

If two boys hugged, not many people would care, but if two young girls hugged, it easily attracted attention and made people's imaginations run wild.

Wang Dong'er turned her head away, blushing.

Xiao Wu, however, couldn't care less. She pulled Wang Dong'er to the end of the line to stand. She had a decent amount of human etiquette, though perhaps not quite enough.

Damn! (A type of plant.)

Why did Wang Dong'er have to show up?

Tang San widened his bloodshot eyes, a cry of fury echoing in his heart.

He had been abandoned by Xiao Wu yet again.

The moment Wang Dong'er appeared, Xiao Wu had eyes for no one else. Why on earth was this happening?

Could it be that in Xiao Wu's heart, he didn't even compare to a single strand of Wang Dong'er's hair?

A sense of resentment toward Wang Dong'er sprouted in Tang San's heart.

Helpless, he could only leave his spot and move to the end of the line, standing behind the two of them.

But after a short while, he regretted it.

Xiao Wu ignored him completely, whispering incessantly to Wang Dong'er.

He felt like a stranger, a lapdog; only when he actively approached would Xiao Wu pay him any mind.

Heartbreak.

A new wave of resentment grew in Tang San's heart.

This resentment was directed at Tang Hao.

From the very first day they met at Notting Academy, Xiao Wu had been clinging to Wang Dong'er.

Why did Xiao Wu cling to Wang Dong'er?

It was simply because Wang Dong'er was beautiful.

In his previous life, he wouldn't say he was incredibly handsome, but he was at least considered a "fresh meat" type.

But in this life... he had perfectly inherited Tang Hao's genes, a plain and unremarkable appearance. How was he supposed to catch Xiao Wu's attention?

If not for his innate full soul power, Tang San feared he wouldn't even have the qualifications to know Xiao Wu or Wang Dong'er.

Gritting his teeth, Tang San silently clenched his fists.

However, when Wang Dong'er wasn't around, Xiao Wu was very gentle and attentive toward him.

He couldn't let go of Xiao Wu. Having lived two lives, Xiao Wu was the person who cared for him and treated him better than even his father, Tang Hao.

If only Wang Dong'er didn't exist; his world would surely be perfect without her... right?

Wang Dong'er suddenly sensed a cold aura locking onto her.

When she turned her head, she met Tang San's icy gaze, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the softness of a friend.

"What's wrong?"

Tang San asked with a smile.

"Nothing, just... felt a bit cold."

Wang Dong'er's mouth twitched.

She was certain she hadn't misread it; the coldness in Tang San's eyes had been truly terrifying.

Could it be that the kind-hearted God King was so narrow-minded that someone chatting with his "exclusive property" would trigger his "path to death" passive ability?

"Cold? I think it's fine."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu took a coat from her soul tool and draped it over Wang Dong'er.

"Is that better?"

"If it's really not... if it's really not enough, I can sacrifice myself and hold you, how about that? We'll be warm if we hug."

Wang Dong'er was stunned, and suddenly, the air seemed to grow even colder.

"Don't overthink it. You called me Sister Xiao Wu, so I have to take care of you. Otherwise, wouldn't I be an incompetent sister?"

What about me? Sister Xiao Wu, I'm your good little brother too. Why can't you take care of me?

Tang San wailed in his heart.

Before long, an old man walked out from inside the academy.

He arrived at a wooden table by the entrance, stood still, and cleared his throat with two dry coughs.

The queue fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes converged on him.

"My name is Li Yusong, and I am the teacher in charge of admissions for the academy. Everyone knows the rules, or you wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to get here. Now, registration begins."

After speaking, he sat down on a rocking chair.

A father and son at the front of the line stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

"Pay the fee first."

Li Yunsong said coldly.

Only after the boy's father placed ten gold soul coins into the money box on the table did Li Yusong look at the boy.

"How old are you this year?"

The boy looked at his father, who smiled and said, "He just turned twelve this year."

"Hmm, hold out your hand."

The boy extended his hand. Li Yusong briefly felt the bones of his arm before waving him off.

"You're over the age limit. You don't meet the academy's enrollment criteria. Next!"

"Th-this teacher, my child only turned thirteen a few weeks ago. Please, could you make an exception?"

The boy's father pleaded humbly.

"Rules are rules. Next!"

Li Yusong glared at the boy's father.

"What about the registration fee?"

"Once registered, it is non-refundable."

Even a clay figurine has a temper, and the boy's father couldn't help but shout angrily, "You are clearly just swindling money! Refund our registration fee, or we aren't leaving. If we had known this so-called Shrek Academy was such a dump, we never would have come."

Li Yusong glanced at him and said indifferently, "Mubai, someone wants their registration fee back. Handle it."

"Teacher Li, Boss Dai is still on a date at the Rose Hotel and hasn't returned yet, and Fatty is dealing with his evil fire, so only I am here."

A middle-aged man with white hair and a white beard pushed a sausage cart out.

This person was none other than the genius food-type soul master with innate full soul power, Oscar.

Wang Dong'er recognized him quickly. Suddenly, she felt a chill run down her back. This time, it wasn't just her; Xiao Wu and Tang San felt the same.

The three of them turned around in tacit understanding to see a cold, aloof girl dressed in tight black leather, her face dark and gloomy.

"Only you are here? Then forget it."

Li Yusong stood up, and six soul rings—white, yellow, yellow, purple, black, and black—appeared beneath him. The surging soul power created an invisible pressure in the air, and the terrifying aura scared the boy and his father until they collapsed to the ground.

"You want your registration fee back? It's simple: beat me."

In a small place like Soto City, a four-ring Soul Ancestor was enough to do whatever they pleased. Standing before them was a legendary six-ring Soul Emperor; who would dare to challenge him?

The boy and his father were filled with despair. Ten gold soul coins—although it was a subsidy from Spirit Hall, for a normal family, ten gold soul coins were enough to keep a family of three fed and clothed for a year.

Parents who were confident in their own children were beaming with joy.

If even the teacher in charge of admissions was a powerful Soul Emperor, what kind of existence must the Dean of Shrek Academy be?

No wonder every student who graduated from Shrek Academy achieved success; with powerful teachers, even a chicken feather could fly into the sky.

Just as the boy and his father were preparing to accept their bad luck and leave, the Nether Sky trembled, and a gale blew through the village.

An icy aura that made one's heart palpitate with despair struck. Li Yunsong, the Soul Emperor, instantly turned as pale as paper and spat out a mouthful of blood.