Shrek Academy's main gate, Admissions Office.
While Yan Jingchuan was still searching for a suitable sixth Soul Ring, the three from the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect had already arrived together to register.
"Look, those are people from the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect!"
The appearance of Yan Feng's group immediately drew the attention of many ordinary students.
At this point in time, major factions stood everywhere. Ordinary people had limited access to information and only knew of the most famous forces, while their narrow horizons meant they understood little else.
Most people still thought the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect was one of the continent's top sects from ten thousand years ago. In reality, it was barely any better than a destitute household.
After escorting the three of them to Shrek, Red Dragon Douluo Wu Junyi casually reminded them not to cause trouble before returning home.
With Yan Feng in the lead, the three headed toward the Shrek student in charge of registration.
The surrounding students discussed them in amazement as they unconsciously made way.
As they passed through the crowd, Wu Feng held her head high like a proud swan, flaunting her sense of superiority without restraint.
As the young sect mistress, Ning Tian remained calm and reserved, keeping her eyes fixed ahead.
Yan Feng, controlled by Yan Jingchuan, slightly turned his head to glance at the two of them. His disgust toward Wu Feng had already reached its limit.
Yan Jingchuan had only controlled Yan Feng for a few days, yet Wu Feng had already disgusted him beyond endurance.
She saw herself as Ning Tian's most devoted fangirl and the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect's house servant. All day long, she wanted to turn him into a loyal lapdog of the Ning family just like herself, demanding that he come at Ning Tian's beck and call.
There were times when Yan Jingchuan had nearly been unable to stop himself from slapping her to death.
He had originally thought Ma Xiaotao was annoying enough. Compared to Wu Feng, however, Ma Xiaotao was nothing.
Yan Jingchuan truly could not understand whether Wu Feng had even the slightest bit of brains. What was there to feel superior about in a rundown sect?
If it had been the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect from ten thousand years ago, Yan Jingchuan might have regarded it more highly. The Sword and Bone Douluo had indeed possessed the strength to support an entire sect.
But what was the current Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect? It was not even comparable to a stray dog by the roadside, yet Wu Feng strutted around like she owned the world.
Ma Xiaotao, Wang Dong—who was Tang Wutong—Tang Ya, and now Wu Feng beside him: every last one of them was an unmatched shrew. This generation of Shrek was truly overflowing with "talent."
"Three students from the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect, please display your Soul Power Levels."
The Shrek student at the Admissions Office did not speak with the same arrogance and condescension she had shown ordinary people earlier. The three before her had backgrounds, after all, so she was somewhat more courteous.
Ning Tian and Wu Feng displayed their strength first. Both were two-ring Soul Grandmasters, at level twenty-nine and level twenty-seven respectively.
Shrek's admission standard required one's Soul Power Level to be no lower than level fifteen before the age of twelve.
Students like them, with two glaring hundred-year Soul Rings, did not even need their Soul Power tested. They passed directly.
"Brother Feng!"
When it was Yan Feng's turn, Ning Tian gently reminded him.
Yan Feng's response was casual and perfunctory, his attitude cold to the extreme.
Even before Yan Jingchuan had controlled him, Yan Feng had always been indifferent to Ning Tian's attempts to please him. Now that Yan Jingchuan had taken his place, that was even more so.
He did not care at all what Ning Tian wanted. Yan Jingchuan could tell that she merely wanted to win Yan Feng over and befriend him. She even wanted to join with him, thereby firmly tying the descendant who possessed the Bone Dragon Martial Soul to the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect's ship.
Ning Tian was also an extremely proud person. One could tell from how she constantly talked about the number-one support Martial Soul in the world. Deep down, she was no kind soul, though she was still far better than someone like Wu Feng.
What number-one support Martial Soul? A Martial Soul that could at most cultivate to seven rings and had such a massive flaw dared to boast so shamelessly. If the Seven-Treasure Glazed Pagoda ranked first, then where would Martial Souls like the Nine-Heart Begonia and Star Crown rank? It was quite ridiculous.
What Yan Jingchuan despised most were people who put on the airs of young masters and young ladies, filled from head to toe with unreasonable arrogance.
"Yan Feng, thirteen years old. Martial Soul: Bone Dragon. Level thirty-six battle-type Soul Elder."
Two yellow and one purple Soul Rings emerged beneath Yan Feng's feet, and the Bone Dragon Martial Soul let out a terrifying roar.
The admissions student wore a stunned expression.
"Level thirty-six, a Soul Elder!"
Many of the onlookers could not help crying out as well.
"A Soul Elder! It's only a matter of time before he enters the Inner Court!"
"As expected of the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect!"
With the talents of the three of them, entering Shrek would not be a problem at all. Yan Jingchuan never would have imagined that Yan Feng's information would be placed before Yan Shaozhe in barely a few minutes.
Seeing Yan Feng's level thirty-six Soul Elder Soul Power Level and his top-tier Bone Dragon Martial Soul, Yan Shaozhe, who had still been immersed in the joy of accepting Xu Jiujiu's Star Crown Martial Soul, was practically bursting with delight.
Such a genius ought to remain at Shrek forever!
After passing the entrance examination, Yan Feng's group temporarily separated and headed for the male and female dormitories.
Below the boys' dormitory building, a withered old man lay in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, basking in the sun.
Yan Feng merely gave him a faint glance as he passed, said nothing, and walked straight on.
How could Yan Jingchuan fail to recognize him? He was Mu En, the master of the Sea God Pavilion. Seven years ago, Yan Jingchuan had escaped right under their noses.
After Yan Feng had gone far away, Mu En quietly opened his clouded old eyes and silently watched Yan Feng's retreating back.
At that very instant, Mu En had sensed an extremely familiar aura. It was as if he had seen the shadow of an old acquaintance upon Yan Feng, as if he had seen Yan Jingchuan.
"I truly am old. How could he possibly be willing to return..."
Muttering quietly to himself, Mu En closed his eyes again.
The dormitory building was decrepit beyond belief, worse than even a ramshackle hut. It was difficult to imagine how much Yan Shaozhe had embezzled.
Heading straight up to the third floor, Yan Jingchuan controlled Yan Feng as he found his assigned dormitory.
His footsteps abruptly stopped outside the dormitory door. Yan Feng stared at the bedboards scattered in pieces across the corridor, his gaze gradually turning cold.
Seemingly hearing movement outside, Yan Feng's roommate opened the door.
A yellow-haired youth with an unruly face appeared. He sized Yan Feng up from head to toe, then snorted disdainfully.
"Where did this country bumpkin come from? You're not worthy to share a room with this young—"
"Did you tear apart my bed?"
Yan Feng directly interrupted Dai Huabin.
Dai Huabin froze for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.
"So what if I did? You—"
Bang!!
A fist covered in bone armor smashed into Dai Huabin's face. Yan Feng's tremendous force slammed Dai Huabin directly into the wall.
Caught off guard, Dai Huabin bled from his mouth and nose and lost several teeth. The blow left him dazed.
Yan Feng entered Martial Soul Possession, his Soul Rings appearing. Amid his fury, Dai Huabin's pupils contracted as he realized he had kicked an iron plate.
"You..."
Having already lost patience with these arrogant young masters and young ladies, Yan Jingchuan only wanted to beat Dai Huabin until he was half dead.
Three Soul Rings lit up one after another. Seeing Yan Feng still intending to attack, Dai Huabin was filled with fury beneath his shock. He was also a three-ring Soul Elder, and he considered himself the strongest in Shrek's Outer Court. He had no intention of backing down.
The two immediately began fighting fiercely in the dormitory corridor. The battle ended without the slightest suspense, as Yan Feng brutally pummeled Dai Huabin in three moves.
From defeat to submission, from submission to begging for mercy, and finally to being beaten half to death and passing out.
Though both were three-ring Soul Elders, the gap between them was as vast as a heavenly chasm. Yan Feng's true controller was Yan Jingchuan, a Six-Ring Soul Emperor. If Yan Jingchuan himself had come, Dai Huabin would not have even had a corpse left after one move.
Moreover, Yan Feng's Bone Dragon Martial Soul itself followed an entirely new path.
It was neither defensive nor assault-focused, but an all-round route centered on space, combining offense and defense.
Therefore, a sickly cat like Dai Huabin had not the slightest chance of winning.
Dragging Dai Huabin, who was covered in blood, riddled with broken bones, and on the verge of death, Yan Feng threw him out through the dormitory window.
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