Ye Xuan's Ambition

"This battle with you has benefited me greatly. Tang Hao offers his thanks here. If my son offends you in the future, I hope you might spare him once," Tang Hao requested.

Zhao Wuji had come to find Ye Xuan today, and Tang Hao did not know if this conflict would escalate further.

If the conflict were to intensify, he dared not guarantee that Tang San would not be dragged into it.

If it were an ordinary person, he would still believe Tang San could handle it.

After all, he himself had noticed that this son of his was quite extraordinary.

But Ye Xuan was clearly a far more terrifying individual; if Tang San were to offend Ye Xuan, he felt that even he would be unable to protect him.

"Rest assured, as long as he is clever enough, I will not hold it against him," Ye Xuan said.

"I shall take my leave. I also hope you can find a way to break through your own limitations," Tang Hao said, before leaping into the air and departing.

After Tang Hao left, Ye Xuan turned and walked back toward the city.

Returning to the city, Ye Xuan did not go to listen to music again, but instead lay down in his bedroom to rest quietly.

Today's battle with Tang Hao had also benefited him greatly.

In the future, he would need to seek his own path and also learn about knowledge related to spirits.

The next day.

Ye Xuan left his residence and headed straight toward Shrek Academy.

Shrek Academy.

When Ye Xuan arrived, he found Tang San and the others all training in their respective areas.

When they noticed Ye Xuan's arrival, they were stunned for a moment.

Zhao Wuji, in particular, wanted to step forward immediately to demand why Ye Xuan had come.

However, before Zhao Wuji could approach, Flender appeared on his own.

He walked up to Ye Xuan and asked, "Who is this young master? What business do you have at my Shrek Academy?"

"I am Ye Xuan," Ye Xuan said simply.

"Ye Xuan?"

Upon hearing this, Flender immediately retreated two steps in alarm.

Zhao Wuji had returned yesterday and told him everything.

He had originally been wondering how to handle the matter regarding this Ye Xuan.

Who could have imagined that Ye Xuan would actually show up on their doorstep himself?

After a brief moment of shock and suspicion, Flender quickly cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Ye, the small misunderstandings between you and Dai Mubai can be resolved. I can have him..."

Before Flender could finish his sentence, Ye Xuan raised a hand to stop him.

"Dean Flender, stop right there. I am not here to settle scores. Regarding Dai Mubai, as long as he doesn't seek his own death by provoking me, I have no interest in holding it against him. I am here to borrow some books from you," Ye Xuan said.

"Borrow books?" Flender was somewhat bewildered. He then said awkwardly, "Young Master Ye, as you can see, our academy is quite humble; what kind of books could we possibly have? If you want to borrow books, shouldn't you go to the aristocratic academies in the city or places like Spirit Hall?"

"Dean, as one of the former Golden Iron Triangle and the founder of this academy, you mean to tell me you don't have books related to spirits? Rest assured, I am only borrowing them to read and will return them once I am finished. Furthermore, during this period, I can guarantee the safety of your academy," Ye Xuan said.

"This... since Young Master Ye has said as much, our Shrek Academy welcomes you. Young Master Ye, please follow me," Flender, hearing that it was only for this, immediately invited Ye Xuan into the humble living room.

After entering the living room, Flender asked, "I wonder what level of books Young Master Ye wishes to read?"

"Everything related to spirits, starting from the basics," Ye Xuan said.

Regarding his understanding of spirits, it could be said that Ye Xuan's knowledge was completely zero.

If he wanted to truly understand them, he naturally had to start from the beginning and learn thoroughly.

Whether in his past life or his current one, whenever Ye Xuan did anything, he held the belief that he should either not do it at all or do his absolute best.

In his previous life, he was a game designer.

Sometimes, for the sake of a single setting, he would scour numerous ancient and modern texts from all over the world to understand it before incorporating it into his own work.

Now that it concerned his own cultivation, he had to understand spirits thoroughly.

"Starting from the basics? No problem. By the way, Young Master Ye, if you are interested in this, you can wait until the Grandmaster arrives to discuss it with him," Flender suggested.

Within their academy, if there was anyone who could be said to understand spirits, it was none other than the Grandmaster.

However, Yu Xiaogang had not yet arrived.

That Flender could take the initiative to mention Yu Xiaogang at such a time showed that he was genuinely welcoming Ye Xuan's arrival.

"I thank the Dean for his kindness. Once I have learned enough, I will discuss things with the Grandmaster."

Ye Xuan felt a certain aversion toward Yu Xiaogang.

But to say that Yu Xiaogang had no ability at all would be a lie.

However, to communicate with him, one still needed to have a certain foundation.

Otherwise, how could one judge which of the things Yu Xiaogang said were true and which were false?

"These are all the books I currently have on spirits. Please accept them, Young Master Ye," Flender said, waving his hand, and dozens of books appeared on the table to the side, stacked into a small mound.

Looking at these books, Ye Xuan thanked him, "Many thanks, Dean, I will accept them."

As he spoke, Ye Xuan waved his hand, stowing them all away into his spatial soul tool.

Afterward, Flender assigned a separate room to Ye Xuan, allowing him to settle in.

Ye Xuan took up residence there, with his room and board fully covered by Shrek Academy, while he only needed to step in and help out should Shrek Academy face any danger.

It was a good deal, and Ye Xuan naturally had no objections.

Once settled, Ye Xuan began reading the books Flender had given him.

He started by understanding the most fundamental basics.

At dusk, while Ye Xuan was sitting on the roof reading, someone climbed up.

The person who came up was none other than Zhu Zhuqing.

It had taken a great deal of courage for her to come up here.

Once she reached him, she asked in a low voice, "Brother Ye, do you have any plans for coming to our academy?"

"I came to borrow a few books to read. Once I finish them, I'll likely be leaving," Ye Xuan said.

"Just to read books?"

Upon hearing this, for some reason, Zhu Zhuqing felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment.

She was at an age prone to fantasy, so naturally, she favored stories where someone came specifically for her.

But unfortunately, such a thing could not happen with Ye Xuan.

Even she, thinking about it rationally, felt it was impossible and unrealistic.

"Mm!" Ye Xuan replied, continuing to read.

Zhu Zhuqing was silent for a moment before saying, "Brother Ye, you are so powerful; are there any books here that are even worth your time?"

"Those related to martial souls. My strength doesn't come from my martial soul, so naturally, I should take a look at books related to them." Ye Xuan closed the book and said with a smile.

"I see! Is Brother Ye also preparing to cultivate your martial soul?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"I'm just learning about it. As for cultivation, I don't need to cultivate," Ye Xuan said truthfully.

His current martial soul was the Hundred Beauties Scroll.

This martial soul could not be cultivated; to improve, he had to rely entirely on completing tasks.

If he wanted to, he could artificially manufacture crises and go save some beautiful geniuses.

Perhaps in less than two or three years, he could reach the level of a Titled Douluo.

But what would be the point of that?

To him, that wouldn't count as an increase in true strength.

What he needed to understand were the foundations of martial souls, so he could grasp the underlying logic of this world and subsequently break through.

What he wanted was to become a unique, unprecedented god.

He did not want to be a god within the rules of this world, a mere puppet.