Wang Dong'er, Counter-Taming

"Well, I will have to trouble you with the next few years, Dean," Er Ming said, nodding at Dean Zhou's words.

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all. It is my honor that someone from the Clear Sky Sect has come to study at the primary division of our Star Luo Royal Academy," Dean Zhou replied, waving his hands hurriedly to show that such formalities were unnecessary.

"Then, Senior, I have a question I would like to ask you, if it is convenient," he said, respectfully handing over the tea he had just brewed.

Er Ming took the tea, blew on it, and set it on the table.

"If you have a question, feel free to ask."

"Senior, you brought this young master here to study—was that the decision of your superiors, or your own?"

Although Dean Zhou knew it was foolish to ask such a question, as the Dean of Star Luo Royal Academy and a subject under Xu Jiawei, he had to ask.

"It was my decision," Er Ming interrupted, picking up the teacup and draining it in one gulp before wiping his mouth.

"This child needs to gain experience in the outside world; staying in the sect all the time would only lead to him becoming spoiled. As for why I chose this place, it is not convenient to say more."

"In short, the child is in your hands now. Follow the rules: attend classes as scheduled and take the assessments. There is no need for special treatment."

Upon hearing this, Dean Zhou nodded and opened the registration book on his desk to begin entering Wang Dong's information.

"Name?"

"Wang Dong," the boy with powder-blue hair said upon hearing the Dean's voice.

"Age?"

"Six."

"Martial Soul?"

"Martial Soul Possession."

Wang Dong let out a low shout, and a pair of blue-purple, gold-gilded butterfly wings appeared behind him, a yellow soul ring manifesting at his feet.

Intricate golden patterns flowed across the butterfly wings, each one emitting a faint aura of light that made the entire office glow softly.

Dean Zhou was a man of wide experience, and upon seeing the blue-purple butterfly wings, he recognized them as the most beautiful Martial Soul on the continent: the Light Goddess Butterfly.

His eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "A top-tier Martial Soul, the Light Goddess Butterfly! What is your soul power level?"

(The author assumes here that since most of Shrek's teachers do not know that the Light Goddess Butterfly can only be possessed by females, the Dean is also unaware of this fact.)

"Level twelve," Wang Dong said, retracting his Martial Soul with a hint of pride.

Dean Zhou couldn't help but take another look at the powder-blue-haired boy, still unable to understand why the Clear Sky Sect would send such a talent here.

A level twelve at six years old meant he was either at Innate Full Soul Power or at least level eight or nine. Such a person was a rare genius even within the Star Luo Empire.

Nevertheless, he decided to enroll Wang Dong in Class One of the first grade of the primary division and used a soul tool to summon an instructor to lead Wang Dong to collect his uniform and dormitory key.

Seeing that everything was arranged, Er Ming said to Wang Dong, "Little Dong, Second Uncle is leaving now. Contact me when you miss me."

"I know, Second Uncle. I won't miss you, just hurry up and go," Wang Dong said, turning his head away with a touch of feigned arrogance.

Seeing Wang Dong like this, Er Ming patted his head and left happily.

About ten minutes later, the instructor arrived at the Dean's office and took Wang Dong to his dormitory.

Meanwhile, Er Ming did not leave Star Luo City; instead, he concealed his presence to keep an eye on Wang Dong.

As Wang Dong walked out of the office with the instructor, he ran into Liu Lin, who was coming up the stairs from the other side as they rounded a corner.

Because of Xu Jiawei's instructions, Liu Lin had come today with the documents prepared by Xu Jiawei to handle his enrollment at Star Luo Royal Academy.

Just as he turned the corner of the staircase, Liu Lin happened to see the back of a powder-blue-haired boy standing at the door of the Dean's office.

The short, powder-blue hair shimmered softly in the sunlight as the boy stood on his tiptoes to receive a small school uniform from the instructor.

Liu Lin's gaze lingered on him for a moment. With that powder-blue hair and those powder-blue eyes, a guess instantly formed in his mind.

However, since this could not yet be confirmed, Liu Lin decided to wait until after he had seen the Dean to draw any conclusions. On the other side, Wang Dong seemed to sense something; he looked up, and his powder-blue eyes met Liu Lin's gaze.

He wrinkled his small nose and muttered in a voice only he could hear, "What a strange person," before hugging his uniform and following the instructor away.

Knock, knock, knock.

A series of knocks echoed in the Dean's office. Dean Zhou, who was working at his desk, set down his pen upon hearing the sound.

"Please, come in."

Hearing the Dean's voice, Liu Lin opened the door and walked straight inside.

Dean Zhou looked up, saw the black-haired youth entering, and hurriedly stood up, saying respectfully, "Viscount Liu, you have arrived. His Majesty told me a few days ago that you would be coming, and I have been ready to welcome you at any moment."

Seeing this, Liu Lin quickly said, "Dean Zhou, there is no need for that."

"These are my enrollment documents; please take a look." As he spoke, he handed the documents to Dean Zhou.

Dean Zhou took them with a smile, and without even glancing at them, he put them away.

"I have heard of Viscount Liu's achievements, so there is no need to look. As it happens, I have just finished handling a school matter, so I will take you to see the dormitory myself."

"Oh, that would be troubling you, Dean Zhou."

Dean Zhou waved his hand at Liu Lin's words.

"No trouble at all, no trouble. Come, let's go."

As he spoke, Dean Zhou led Liu Lin toward the direction of the dormitories.

However, while on the way to the dorms, Liu Lin pretended to speak casually.

"Dean Zhou, I just saw a young man with powder-blue hair; is he here to report as well?"

"You may not be aware, but he is someone from the Clear Sky Sect, his name is..."

Hearing Liu Lin's inquiry, Dean Zhou carefully looked around before leaning in close to Liu Lin's ear to explain in a low voice.

After hearing Dean Zhou's explanation, Liu Lin's face turned dark.

This Tang San can't afford to lose, can he? Why send Er Ming to bring Wang Dong'er here? Is he hell-bent on training a dog? So he's sending Wang Dong'er over, is he? Just you wait, Tang San, I will make you see what I'm capable of, Liu Lin thought to himself.

Meanwhile, at the academy's main gate, an ordinary carriage pulled to a stop. The carriage door opened, and a boy of no more than five or six years old hopped out first.

His short, deep-blue hair shimmered with a faint luster under the sunlight. His frame was thin and small, and he wore a set of clean, washed-out gray cloth clothes.

His eyes were exceptionally clear, like two sapphires hidden within rough ore.

It was none other than Huo Yuhao, who had come to report after receiving that letter from Dai Hao yesterday.

Standing before the academy gate, he looked up at the plaque inscribed with "Star Luo Royal Primary Academy." A flicker of nervousness crossed his deep-blue eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

Behind him, the steward from the White Tiger Duke Mansion handed a letter to the guard.

The guard took the letter, verified it, and nodded, signaling that Huo Yuhao could enter to complete the enrollment procedures. Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and stepped through the academy gates.