The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

After Su Ge and the others arrived at the cafeteria, they found that all the freshmen from their year, including Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing, were already there. Only Oscar had yet to arrive.

The group took the opportunity to formally introduce themselves. After all, they would be studying and living together as classmates from now on.

Throughout the introductions, Zhu Zhuqing kept looking at Su Ge as if she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to. Just as she was about to speak, Dai Mubai walked in with Ma Hongjun.

Her gaze immediately turned cold. Remembering what Xiao Wu and the others had said while chatting earlier, she felt a chill in her heart.

She had crossed such a great distance, risking her life to find him, only to discover that he was living here as if he were simply waiting to die?

When the two entered, they naturally drew everyone's attention. Tang San was the only one in a particularly friendly mood, and he greeted them both.

Su Ge looked over too. But when Ma Hongjun felt his gaze, he shrank his head in fright and gave him a strained smile.

It seemed Dai Mubai had told him about Su Ge. Su Ge didn't take it too seriously, though.

At the end of the day, the other man's Martial Soul had a flaw. It was just that the way he'd chosen to deal with it was despicable.

Besides, this was for the best. Once he knew to be afraid, he'd know to keep his distance. Under normal circumstances, Su Ge couldn't be bothered to meddle.

Just as the atmosphere in the cafeteria was turning strange, a series of clangs rang out from outside.

"That's the bell summoning us. The dean's calling us. We'd better hurry to the main field. If we're late, something bad might happen."

After explaining, Dai Mubai left the cafeteria ahead of the others with Ma Hongjun, heading toward the main field.

"We should go too. Let's see what the dean of Shrek Academy is like and whether he's worth my staying."

After saying that, Su Ge immediately got up and followed. Tang San and Xiao Wu hurried after him.

Only Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, walking behind them, heard what he'd said.

One wanted to make friends with him, while the other wanted to grow stronger and take control of her own fate. Su Ge had said those words for both of them, hoping to see whether either would follow him when he left.

By the time they reached the main field, only a short while had passed before a middle-aged man approached from the other side.

Unlike Zhao Wuji, the man was powerfully built, but his physique was more evenly proportioned. His face was distinctive: flat features and a slightly hooked nose.

He wore square, black-framed crystal glasses. Combined with his shrewd-looking eyes, they made him hard to forget.

When he came near, he glanced over the group, then nodded in satisfaction.

"This year's been quite good. The academy has gained five more Little Monsters. I'm Flender, the dean of Shrek Academy."

"On behalf of the academy, welcome."

"Before long, each of you will pay a hundred gold coins to Teacher Li, who handles the accounts."

After that, he looked at Dai Mubai. "Mubai."

"Dean."

"Remember to tell them the academy's rules. Then you can dismiss them and head back to rest. Our first class today will begin tonight."

"Except for Oscar and Ning Rongrong, the two of you, come with me."

After speaking, he glanced at Su Ge without drawing attention to it, but didn't ask him to stay for a talk. He'd wait until tonight's class to observe this monster who had left Zhao Wuji feeling he couldn't win.

Seeing Flender about to handle things the way he had in the original story, Su Ge glanced at Ning Rongrong but didn't rush to interfere. He wasn't about to lower himself by eagerly rushing forward.

When they were dismissed, Su Ge said goodbye to Tang San and Xiao Wu, who wanted to stay where they were and look around, then left.

He planned to take a stroll around Suotuo City and see whether the high-year Whale Rubber he'd ordered had arrived.

But just as he was about to leave the academy, a white pigeon flew across the sky. After circling a few times overhead, it swooped down toward him.

Su Ge held out his arm for it to land on. After taking the letter from it, he let it go.

He unfolded the letter. Its contents were just as he'd expected: Deng Jilin had returned and was now in Suotuo City.

"Looks like the time is about right. With the Whale Rubber Ji Lin brought back, I should be able to make great strides toward level fifty."

Putting the letter away, Su Ge set off for Suotuo City. The letter included Deng Jilin's address, and he planned to seek him out first.

After this, he wouldn't have to travel so far again. After lying low for so many years, it was time for him to make a move.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the main hall.

On the north side of the hall, a large carved chair made of sourwood stood on a dais facing south. A huge piece of jade-green warm jade was embedded in its back, radiating a gentle warmth.

A man sat upon it. His face was as handsome as jade, his nose straight and his mouth square. He looked refined and easygoing. His spotless white robe was immaculate, and he appeared to be only in his forties. His gaze was gentle, and his smooth black hair fell loosely down his back.

The only person who could sit there was Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Below him, a figure dressed in white martial attire knelt on the floor.

"Reporting to the sect master: the young miss has arrived safely at Shrek Academy and passed the entrance examination."

Ning Fengzhi wasn't surprised. He nodded, his expression relaxed.

"However..."

"Speak freely."

Seeing the person below hesitate, Ning Fengzhi waved a hand to prompt him to continue.

"There's someone else I must report on."

"During the final examination, the vice dean of Shrek Academy—a seventy-sixth-level Battle Soul Saint with a Vajra Bear—stepped in."

"But he was defeated by another student taking the examination..."

Ning Fengzhi fell silent. His formerly gentle gaze instantly grew grave.

He looked at the person below him. "Go on."

"That young man looked only twelve or thirteen, but he was a forty-fourth-level Battle Soul Ancestor with a Beast Martial Soul."

"Twelve or thirteen, and already level forty-four?!"

Shock filled Ning Fengzhi's voice. He sprang to his feet and looked at the messenger below, demanding confirmation. "Are you certain?"

"Absolutely!"

"And the colors of that young man's Soul Rings were two purple and two black!"

"During the battle, Zhao Wuji used his first four Soul Skills, but was still suppressed by that young man. The young man only used his first two thousand-year Soul Rings."

The messenger sounded just as astonished, his voice trembling slightly.

"Two purple and two black? Impossible!"

Before Ning Fengzhi could say a word, a powerful, resonant voice rang out through the main hall. The messenger bowed his head even lower and didn't dare say another word.

Ning Fengzhi turned toward the voice. A moment later, an elderly man with a head of white hair and a face smooth as a baby's emerged from the rear hall.