First-Generation Shrek Seven Monsters

Shu Meng raised his Dragon Staff and slammed it fiercely into the ground. The immense Soul Power of a Soul Douluo gathered, and the ground En Zuo had damaged trembled like chaff in a sieve. The violent shockwave forcibly drove the two of them back.

Two yellow, three purple, three black.

Eight Soul Rings pulsed around Shu Meng's body. He snorted coldly. "All the better for this old man to teach you on behalf of your elders what respect for seniority means."

"You sharp-tongued brats."

"Senior Dragon Duke, please show mercy."

A deep voice rang out behind En Zuo and the other boy, followed by a succession of figures arriving.

They were the First-Generation Shrek Seven Monsters, who would later become famous in the Soul Master Tournament.

And their leading teacher.

Immovable Bright King—Zhao Wuji.

Seeing that Tang San was unharmed, Zhao Wuji's taut heart visibly relaxed. As for En Zuo beside him, he merely assumed he was a Soul Master they had encountered along the way.

He paid him no mind.

Shu Meng was not surprised. He knew perfectly well that Zhao Wuji was this boy's teacher.

But...

A mere Soul Sage was not qualified.

"I wonder, Immovable Bright King, how do you intend to give my granddaughter an explanation?" Shu Meng sneered. "Your disciple has interfered with my granddaughter's soul hunting twice in succession. What a Shrek Academy, what an Immovable Bright King."

Zhao Wuji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and signaled for Shu Meng to speak aside. In a low voice, he informed him that Tang San's father was the Clear Sky Douluo.

Shu Meng's expression changed at once. The Clear Sky Douluo was the youngest Titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect. Though he and the Serpent Woman were said to possess a combined attack comparable to a Titled Douluo, that was merely an empty reputation and could not be taken seriously.

If a Titled Douluo truly came knocking, their entire clan might be wiped out overnight.

After whispering with the Serpent Woman for a few moments, the two decided to swallow this grievance. Giving the Clear Sky Douluo's son some face was not shameful.

But when the words left Shu Meng's mouth, they became something else. "So you are the master's disciple. For his sake, I'll let you off today. You'd best behave yourselves."

Meng Yiran wanted to say something more, but the Serpent Woman stopped her. No matter how unwilling she was, she could only leave resentfully with her family.

Only then did the Shrek group finally relax and begin sizing up En Zuo beside Tang San.

"Third Brother, who's this?" Oscar moved close to Tang San and nudged him. "Why's he so pale? He looks like some pretty boy."

"Don't be rude." Tang San glared at Osman. "Get me a Recovery Sausage."

En Zuo was also observing the First-Generation Shrek Seven Monsters. Seeing them face-to-face felt completely different from the legends he had encountered in the Dragon King Era.

Weak...

They were simply far too weak.

If they faced his senior brother after he entered his frenzied state, none of the people before him would have much chance of surviving.

Aside from Oscar and Ning Rongrong, not a single one of them caught En Zuo's eye. And even among those two, Oscar's martial soul did not seem particularly impressive to En Zuo.

A food-system support Soul Master was completely superfluous in a duel between truly top-tier experts. Only real-time enhancement-type support martial souls, unconventional top-tier support martial souls like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tower and Nine-Heart Begonia, could serve as the core support of an entire team.

Tang San pushed En Zuo forward and enthusiastically introduced him to the others. "His name is En Zuo. Don't let his age fool you—he's already a four-ring Soul Ancestor."

"A four-ring Soul Ancestor?!"

The Shrek group was all astonished. They had thought themselves monstrous enough, yet En Zuo, who looked even younger than they were, was an even greater prodigy.

Even Zhao Wuji could not help clicking his tongue as he carefully examined En Zuo. "Which great clan's core disciple is this? Such terrifying cultivation... Even Spirit Hall's saintess probably didn't possess this level of cultivation at his age."

Other than Zhao Wuji, Ning Rongrong was the one most interested in En Zuo.

As the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master, she had long been steeped in the sect's rules. In the future, she would be destined to find a powerful assault-system battle Soul Master as her lifelong partner.

Such a young four-ring Soul Ancestor.

She immediately wanted to get acquainted with him.

Ning Rongrong widened her beautiful eyes, clasped her hands behind her back, and revealed a timely look of admiration. Extending her slender hand, she smiled sweetly. "Hello, I'm Ning Rongrong. I'm twelve years old, and my tool martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tower. I'm a level twenty-six support-system Soul Master. Please take care of me."

En Zuo was fairly gentle toward strangers with whom he had no conflict. He reached out and took Ning Rongrong's hand. "I'm En Zuo. I'm eleven years old, a level forty assault-system battle Soul Master. Please take care of me."

Ning Rongrong blinked and looked at the Demon Ding on En Zuo's shoulder. She poked its soft belly with her fingertip and asked curiously, "En Zuo, is this your martial soul? How amazing. It's an external martial soul like the master's. How did you cultivate so quickly? That's incredible."

"The master?" En Zuo laughed soundlessly. Before awakening, that half-useless martial soul that could only fart was hardly suitable for comparison with Demon Ding.

"Being ahead for a moment does not mean you will remain ahead of everyone forever." En Zuo shook his head humbly and used En Ci as an example. "My teacher had an innate flaw in his early martial soul cultivation. Even after turning thirty, he was only a three-ring Soul Elder."

"What?" Ning Rongrong opened her mouth wide and covered her lips, her interest piqued. "Then what happened afterward? Is your teacher still a three-ring Soul Elder now?"

"No."

Whenever En Zuo spoke of En Ci's deeds, he was filled with yearning. Unfortunately, he had never seen the parallel timeline of the Dragon King Era within Narak Space.

Being unable to witness his teacher's youthful glory was one of En Zuo's regrets.

"Back then, every three-ring student in the academy used every method at their disposal, yet none could defeat him. He was admitted as an exception and became a member of Monster Academy."

"When he appeared before everyone again, he had become a Soul Emperor at the age of thirty-five."

"At forty, he became a Titled Douluo."

Whenever this past was mentioned, En Zuo could always recall En Ci's proud smile. To En Ci, those experiences had forged the person he was today, and he often used them to educate his disciples.

Though Ning Rongrong was shocked, she did not doubt him. Only a Titled Douluo could teach such a young Soul Ancestor, after all.

"Your teacher is truly lucky to have accepted such a gifted disciple as you." Ning Rongrong sighed. "If your teacher weren't a Titled Douluo, I'd want to bring you into our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

En Zuo merely smiled calmly. Was En Ci the lucky one?

No... He was the lucky one. Without his teacher, En Zuo would not have enjoyed such favorable cultivation conditions and resources, nor would he have been able to attach a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring from the very beginning.

En Ci had made En Zuo who he was today.

Ning Rongrong was having a wonderful time talking with En Zuo, frequently becoming engrossed in the many interesting things he casually shared.

A sense of yearning arose within her.

En Zuo's manner of speaking was nothing like that of an ordinary Soul Master. In both word and deed, he was more like a noble with an excellent upbringing.

Compared with the other Shrek students, their personal qualities were as far apart as heaven and earth.