Further From the Healing Department, Yan Shaozhe's Honey Trap!

"Te... Teacher." The fire in Yan Shaozhe's eyes receded like the tide in an instant, replaced by endless respect and awe.

Qian Duoduo shrank his neck even more, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead as he obediently restrained all the soul power in his body.

In all of Shrek Academy, the only one who could reprimand them in that tone, whose voice could silently bypass everyone and resound directly in the depths of their minds, was the master of the Sea God Pavilion, Dragon God Douluo Mu En—their teacher.

"Minghui's belonging is not something you can decide by making fools of yourselves at the academy gate," Elder Mu's voice continued to echo in their minds. "As for Zhuang Minghui's future training path, a Sea God Pavilion meeting will be held tonight. At that time, the elders of both departments will discuss and decide together. Before then, no one is allowed to privately interfere with his normal enrollment."

"At this Sea God Pavilion meeting, Zhuang Minghui himself and his grandfather will each have one veto vote."

"Yes, Teacher." Yan Shaozhe bowed and accepted the order.

Qian Duoduo also scratched his head and replied with a bitter smile through voice transmission, "Yes, Teacher..."

The pressure in their minds quietly dispersed. Yan Shaozhe turned around, glared at Qian Duoduo in annoyance, and snorted coldly. "Old Qian, I'll see you at the Sea God Pavilion meeting tonight. Let's see what sort of rogue tricks you can still pull then!"

"Heh, Old Yan, don't get cocky. Our Soul Guidance Department is determined to win this time," Qian Duoduo shot back, not backing down in the slightest.

Immediately afterward, neither of them dared to linger. They each turned into a streak of light and sped toward the Sea God Pavilion in the inner courtyard at extreme speed, leaving behind a ground full of dumbstruck outer courtyard students, as well as Zhuang Minghui, who finally let out a breath of relief.

"That was close. Good thing Elder Mu was in the outer courtyard this time, otherwise..."

The moment Zhuang Minghui thought of himself being fought over by Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo, sweat poured down his forehead.

All of a sudden, he felt it—felt more than a dozen gazes fixed on him, like predators staring at prey, ready to tear it apart.

Zhuang Minghui mechanically looked at the freshmen, upperclassmen, and merchants watching from all around, meeting their eyes. "N... No way."

The moment he finished speaking, those freshmen and upperclassmen charged toward Zhuang Minghui like starving wolves pouncing on food.

"Junior, come give us your autograph!"

"Junior, hurry up and let big sister touch you!"

"You old hag, how old are you already? Still trying to rob the cradle?"

"Junior, come over to big sister. Big sister is wearing lace today, you know~"

"What's so great about lace? Little brother, big sister will put on a qipao just for you tonight. Want to..."

Clearly, Zhuang Minghui had already become the thorn in their eyes.

Someone who could be fought over at the same time by Yan Shaozhe, dean of the Martial Soul Department, and Qian Duoduo, vice dean of the Soul Guidance Department, had to be a genius among geniuses.

The vast majority of those who came to study at Shrek Academy were noble children. Even the worst among them came from upper-middle families and possessed a certain degree of prestige.

Most of them had only one purpose in coming here: to make connections.

To befriend geniuses who would benefit their families or sects, or to form alliances with several other major forces, and so on.

Looking at the students swarming toward him, Zhuang Minghui did not care about anything else. Two words: run.

There were also some people who wanted to find a powerful husband.

Baji Heaven, First Form: Explosive Step!

In an instant, Zhuang Minghui turned into a streak of yellow lightning and vanished from where he stood, disappearing without a trace.

The students who had been about to pounce on Zhuang Minghui came up empty, forming a human pyramid instead.

Freshman Dormitory 391.

A yellow meteor as fast as lightning flashed past. The door to Dormitory 391 opened and closed.

Zhuang Minghui lay on the bed somewhat exhausted, staring at the ceiling above him.

"It's all that old bastard Qian Duoduo's fault for making such a damn scene."

"If I don't scam Qian Duoduo to death tonight, then my surname isn't Zhuang!"

However, he really did have the idea of entering the Soul Guidance Department.

Although this era's soul tools were something of a version trap, their appearance had quietly changed the way soul masters fought in soul master battles.

Defensive soul tools, amplification soul tools, offensive soul tools—if these soul tools were used properly in ordinary battles, they could deliver a fatal blow.

Auxiliary-type soul masters had also slowly become marginalized because of the emergence of soul tools. Nowadays, most soul master duels no longer needed auxiliary soul masters providing support from the back lines.

Take the two generations of the Seven Monsters represented by Huo Yuhao and Ma Xiaotao as an example. In Huo Yuhao's generation, the only decent auxiliary-type soul master was He Caitou, the fugitive prince of the Sun Moon Empire.

But he had not chosen to specialize in the auxiliary path. Instead, he had chosen the soul guidance path.

As for Ma Xiaotao's generation, there was even less to say. Gongyang Mo's Rainbow Dragon increased basic attributes and restored soul power.

Restoring soul power had already been replaced by Milk Bottles.

"Looks like I should still try researching soul tools. Paired with Baji Heaven, they might produce unexpected results."

"If possible, I could also research a Signal Axe. I'd really like to see with my own eyes Wang Dong'er tell Tang San that it says we can go ahead."

Long before transmigrating into Peerless Tang Sect, he had seen plenty of other fanfics use this meme, but if he did not experience it personally, it still felt like it would be lacking something.

Baji Heaven, soul tools, the undead, the Ice and Snow Empresses...

The moment he thought of the plot in the late-stage soul master tournament, he felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.

"As the saying goes, a healing soul master who doesn't want to be an assault-type isn't a good soul master. Feels like I'm getting further and further off track."

Aside from the life energy inherently carried by his two martial souls, he had yet to develop any corresponding life-type soul skills so far.

Inner Court, Yan Shaozhe's office.

Yan Shaozhe rubbed his forehead with a headache written all over his face, his expression utterly weary.

The commotion Qian Duoduo had caused today had truly frightened him. Fortunately, he had arrived in time and pulled off a heroic rescue of a genius, which was the only reason Zhuang Minghui hadn't been tricked away by Qian Duoduo.

Yan Shaozhe sighed and said, "This isn't a long-term solution after all. I have to think of something..."

Knock, knock, knock.

A crisp knock sounded from outside the door.

Hearing it, Yan Shaozhe raised his head and looked toward the door. "Come in."

With Yan Shaozhe's permission, an eighteen-year-old young woman in the prime of her youth stepped in from outside, her figure graceful and alluring.

The girl had a head of bright red long hair, and her cool, composed, beautiful face was even more captivating.

Her tight red-and-gold-trimmed uniform wrapped around her full, almost overflowing body, while the phoenix flame patterns at the collar and hem seemed to rise and fall slightly with her breathing.

Her long, rounded legs were wrapped in deep purple over-the-knee stockings, their taut curves disappearing into red long boots patterned with flames, outlining a breathtaking sense of softness.

The golden accessories on her black shorts gleamed in the firelight, making the alluring curve where hip met thigh stand out even more.

"Teacher, you called for me?"

The person who had come was none other than Yan Shaozhe's only disciple, the current captain of the Shrek Seven Monsters, Ma Xiaotao!

The moment he saw Ma Xiaotao, a meaningful smile appeared at the corners of Yan Shaozhe's mouth.

Qian Duoduo, oh Qian Duoduo. This time, you're going to lose to my honey trap.

"Xiaotao, sit." Yan Shaozhe put away his earlier worried expression and gently pointed at the chair across from him.

Ma Xiaotao sat down in some confusion. Her signature long, slender legs crossed together, looking especially eye-catching beneath the outline of her fitted uniform.