Full Set of Maid Outfit, Imperial Sword Breaks All Techniques!

Three months passed quickly.

Life at Shrek Academy had already settled into a routine for Jiang Ziming.

He attended classes during the day, occasionally teasing Wang Dong next door and watching her stubbornly talk back even as her face reddened.

At night, he returned to the dormitory to enjoy his maid's service and the cultivation boost brought by their martial soul fusion.

His days were pleasant and fulfilling.

One of the few changes was that the emotional points provided by Tang San had visibly decreased.

During the first few days, Tang San had been spying on them at high intensity almost around the clock.

Every day, he contributed at least three batches of 999 emotional points.

But gradually, once a day became once every two days, then once every several days.

Perhaps Tang San's tolerance had improved after watching Xiao Wu serve Jiang Ziming tea and water too many times.

Or perhaps, after countless furious outbursts, he had finally learned that what the eye didn't see, the heart didn't grieve over.

Still, that was normal.

It was just like the students and teachers at the academy.

When they first saw Xiao Wu appearing on the training grounds or in the cafeteria in a maid outfit, they would stop in shock to stare.

But after three months, everyone had grown somewhat used to it.

"Oh, that freshman with the maid."

"We're used to it, used to it."

That "getting used to it" directly caused a cliff-like drop in emotional point production.

But even so, over the course of three months,

Jiang Ziming had still accumulated more than twenty thousand emotional points.

He had originally planned to use this fortune to go on a spending spree in the Everything Lottery.

Yet the rewards he drew were still the same few things over and over.

"Obedient Carrot," "Strict Father Talisman Paper," "Lucky Talisman Paper"...

It was as if he had emptied the system's inventory before it had time to restock.

Still, it wasn't as though he gained nothing at all.

Several more good items appeared among the "golden rewards."

First, there was a complete set of legendary maid attire.

The "Vanilla Chocolate-Flavored Black-and-White Maid Short-Sleeved Top," paired with the matching "Silk Short Skirt" and "Pure White Stockings," made a full set.

Jiang Ziming did not hesitate and gave it directly to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu held the brand-new maid outfit in her hands, her rabbit ears trembling happily a few times. That very night, she changed into it and spun around in front of him several times.

Besides that, there was also an extra "Love God Necklace."

It had no use for now, so Jiang Ziming put it away temporarily.

But ultimately, the most valuable reward was the "golden reward" he had drawn after spending nearly twenty thousand emotional points.

"Ancient Demon Spirit · 300,000-Year Soul Ring"!

(Adapts to the host's physique and adjusts the soul ring's age.)

He directly fused that soul ring into the Xuanyuan Sword, obtaining a second soul ring that was also purple to the point of nearly turning black, along with its corresponding second soul skill.

"Xuanyuan Sword · Second Soul Skill · Imperial Sword Breaks All Techniques"!

The effect was simple and brutal:

Against techniques used by opponents of equal strength or weaker, a single sword strike could forcibly break them completely!

Jiang Ziming was quite satisfied with this soul skill. With one carrot martial soul and one sword martial soul, what he lacked was precisely this sort of "defensive" soul skill.

With Xiao Wu's tireless assistance day and night, his soul power rank had steadily risen to level twenty-four.

With his current true combat strength, let alone fellow Great Soul Masters of the same rank, he might not even be at a disadvantage against a three-ring Soul Elder.

And this soul skill, "Imperial Sword Breaks All Techniques," was practically a showoff tool tailored specifically for him.

No matter how flashy your tricks were, he would break them with one sword!

Early morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gap in the curtains.

Jiang Ziming woke from his dreams and found himself lying in a warm embrace.

Xiao Wu had somehow already awakened. She was looking down at him, and when she saw him open his eyes, she gave him a sweet smile.

"Good morning, Master."

"Morning."

Jiang Ziming yawned and sat up from her arms.

Ever since they began cultivating through martial soul fusion, Xiao Wu had increasingly liked to secretly pull him into her arms while they slept.

He had been somewhat unaccustomed to it at first, but over time, he got used to it.

After all, who could refuse the embrace of a sweet-smelling, soft Limit Douluo maid?

After washing up, breakfast that Xiao Wu had recently learned to make herself was already laid out on the table.

Boiled eggs, warm milk, and several slices of perfectly toasted bread.

Although Jiang Ziming's current cultivation meant that nighttime cultivation alone was enough to keep up his energy, and skipping breakfast would not leave him hungry,

Xiao Wu insisted that "Master is still growing. How can you skip breakfast?"

Thus, breakfast became a fixed daily ritual.

After finishing breakfast, Jiang Ziming wiped his mouth and got up to leave.

"I'm off to class."

Xiao Wu stood at the door with her hands folded before her, bowing slightly.

"Take care on the way, Master."

For the past three months, she had seen him off like this every day.

It was as if the meaning of her life was to serve her master as he left, then wait for his return.

Sometimes, Jiang Ziming felt that the "maid mindset" the system had implanted in her was perhaps a little too thorough.

Looking at it this way, Xiao Wu's kindness toward him was entirely due to the system's arrangements.

But on second thought, that was pretty good too. At least she would never betray him like Tang San, whose head could practically photosynthesize by now.

Not long afterward, in the classroom.

Zhou Yi stood on the podium, her gaze sweeping over the entire class.

Three months had passed, yet she was still dressed as that withered old woman. Her voice was cold and harsh, and her presence carried pressure.

But for some reason, whenever her gaze passed over a certain corner of the classroom, it would always pause unconsciously before quickly shifting away.

"There are no new lessons today."

She got straight to the point.

"The freshman assessment begins tomorrow. Hand in your completed cultivation direction forms."

A rustling spread through the classroom as the students took out their forms from their bags and passed them forward.

After Zhou Yi collected all the forms, she took out another list.

"Next, I'll announce the groups. Three people per group, twenty-two groups in total. The assessment will be a simple three-on-three, and nearly half of you will be eliminated directly.

"The first ten matches are preliminary rounds. You will not be matched against students from this class. Win five matches, and you'll pass without being eliminated by the academy.

"I have only one requirement for you: not a single group from Class One may be eliminated!"

She paused, then read out the first group's names.

"Group One: Jiang Ziming, Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao."

A low murmur immediately rose in the classroom.

This grouping came as no surprise.

Although Jiang Ziming had a food-type martial soul, his performance over the past three months had been obvious to everyone.

Wang Dong's Radiant Goddess Butterfly was even among the best of the assault-type martial souls. Calling her the strongest in Class One would not be an exaggeration.

And Xiao Xiao's Three Lives Soul-Calming Cauldron was also a top-tier control-type martial soul.

The combination of these three was undoubtedly the "seed team" of Freshman Class One. They were aiming for the championship.

Wang Dong sat expressionlessly in her seat, merely casting an "unintentional" glance at Jiang Ziming beside her.

Xiao Xiao, on the other hand, looked somewhat excitedly toward Wang Dong, then at Jiang Ziming. Anticipation glittered in her emerald-green eyes.

After the groups were assigned, Zhou Yi dismissed the class.

"Jiang Ziming, come to my office."