Roommate Dai Huabin, Planning for the Bone Dragon Martial Soul

Shrek Academy's main gate, Admissions Office.

Yan Jingchuan was still searching for a suitable sixth soul ring when the three from the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect arrived together to enroll.

"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 time, the major powers stood side by side. Ordinary people had limited access to information and only knew of the most famous factions, while their narrow perspectives left them knowing 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 truth, it was barely any better than a destitute household.

After escorting the three to Shrek, Red Dragon Douluo Wu Junyi casually reminded them not to cause trouble before returning home.

Led by Yan Feng, the three headed toward the Shrek student in charge of enrollment.

The surrounding students discussed them in amazement as they unconsciously made way.

As she passed the crowd, Wu Feng lifted her chin like a proud swan, flaunting her sense of superiority.

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 peak.

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 rabid devotee and the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect's house servant. All day long, she wanted to turn him into a loyal dog of the Ning family like herself, demanding that he come at Ning Tian's every beck and call.

Sometimes, Yan Jingchuan had nearly been unable to stop himself from slapping her to death.

He had originally thought Ma Xiaotao was irritating enough, but compared to Wu Feng, she was practically harmless.

Yan Jingchuan truly could not understand whether Wu Feng had even a shred of brains. What was there to be proud of in a washed-up sect?

If it had been the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect from ten thousand years ago, Yan Jingchuan might have regarded it more highly. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo truly had possessed the strength to uphold an entire sect.

But what was the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect now? It was not even worth as much as a stray dog by the roadside, yet Wu Feng strutted around as though she owned the world.

Ma Xiaotao, Wang Dong—who was Tang Wutong—Tang Ya, and now Wu Feng beside him: every single one was a first-rate shrew. This generation of Shrek was truly brimming 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 arrogance and condescension he had shown ordinary people earlier. The three before him had backing, after all, so he was somewhat more polite.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng displayed theirs first. Both were two-ring Grand Soul Masters, at level twenty-nine and level twenty-seven respectively.

Shrek's admission standard required one's soul power to be no lower than level fifteen before the age of twelve.

With two conspicuous hundred-year soul rings like theirs, they did not even need to undergo a soul power test. They passed directly.

"Brother Feng!"

When it was Yan Feng's turn, Ning Tian softly reminded him.

Yan Feng's response was casual and perfunctory, his attitude exceptionally cold.

Before Yan Jingchuan had controlled him, Yan Feng had already responded blandly to Ning Tian's attempts to please him. Now that Yan Jingchuan occupied him, it was even less likely to be different.

He did not care at all what Ning Tian wanted. Yan Jingchuan could see that Ning Tian merely wanted to win Yan Feng over and befriend him. She even wanted to unite with Yan Feng, firmly tying a descendant with the Bone Dragon Martial Soul to the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect's ship.

Ning Tian was also an extremely proud person. One only had to see how she constantly boasted about the world's number one support martial soul in the original story to know that she was not kind at heart. Still, she was far better than someone like Wu Feng.

The world's number one support martial soul? A martial soul that could only cultivate to seven rings and had enormous flaws dared to boast so shamelessly. If the Seven-Treasure Glazed Pagoda ranked first, where would martial souls like the Nine-Heart Begonia and Star Crown be placed? It was ridiculous.

What Yan Jingchuan despised most were people who put on the airs of young ladies and masters, their entire beings filled with unreasonable arrogance.

"Yan Feng, thirteen years old. Martial soul: Bone Dragon. Level thirty-six battle 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 stared in shock.

"Level thirty-six? A Soul Elder!"

Many of the onlookers could not help crying out as well.

"A Soul Elder! Entering the inner court is only a matter of time!"

"As expected of the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect!"

With the talents of the three, entering Shrek posed no problem at all. Yan Jingchuan never would have expected Yan Feng's information to be placed before Yan Shaozhe almost within minutes.

Seeing Yan Feng's level thirty-six Soul Elder cultivation 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 nearly overjoyed.

Such a genius ought to remain at Shrek forever!

After passing the entrance test, Yan Feng's group temporarily separated and headed for their respective male and female dormitories.

Beneath the male dormitory building, a withered old man lay in a rocking chair, basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

Yan Feng merely gave him an indifferent glance as he passed, saying nothing as he walked away.

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 beneath their noses.

Once Yan Feng had gone far away, Mu En quietly opened his clouded old eyes and silently watched his retreating back.

In that fleeting instant, Mu En had sensed an extremely familiar aura. It was as if he had seen the shadow of an old friend on Yan Feng, the figure of Yan Jingchuan.

"In the end, I am old. How could he possibly be willing to return..."

Muttering softly to himself, Mu En closed his eyes again.

The dormitory building was dilapidated beyond belief, more run-down than a hovel. It was hard to imagine just how much Yan Shaozhe had embezzled.

Heading straight up to the third floor, Yan Jingchuan controlled Yan Feng to find his assigned dormitory room.

His footsteps abruptly halted at the dormitory door. Yan Feng stared at the bedboards scattered across the corridor, his gaze gradually turning icy.

As though he had heard movement outside, Yan Feng's roommate opened the door.

A yellow-haired youth with a face full of arrogance appeared. He sized Yan Feng up from head to toe, then snorted coldly.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? You are not worthy to share a room with this young—"

"Did you dismantle my bed?"

Yan Feng directly cut Dai Huabin off.

Dai Huabin froze for a moment, then raised his brows.

"So what if I did? You—"

Bang!!

A fist covered in bone armor smashed into Dai Huabin's face. Yan Feng's tremendous force drove Dai Huabin straight into the wall.

Caught off guard, Dai Huabin's nose and mouth bled, several teeth fell out, and he was left dazed by the blow.

Yan Feng's martial soul possessed him as his soul rings appeared. Amid his rage, Dai Huabin's pupils contracted as he realized he had kicked an iron plate.

"You..."

Having already lost his patience with these noble young ladies and masters, Yan Jingchuan only wanted to beat Dai Huabin until he was half dead.

Three soul rings lit up one after another. Seeing that Yan Feng still intended to attack, Dai Huabin was shocked but also enraged. As a three-ring Soul Elder himself, he believed he was the strongest in Shrek's outer court. He was not afraid in the slightest.

The two immediately began a fierce fight 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, until he finally passed out half dead.

Though both were three-ring Soul Elders, the gap between them was as vast as a 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 left behind a corpse after one move.

Furthermore, Yan Feng's Bone Dragon Martial Soul followed an entirely new path.

It was neither defense nor pure assault, but an all-round path centered on space, balancing offense and defense.

Thus, a sickly tiger like Dai Huabin did not have even the slightest chance of winning.

Dragging Dai Huabin's blood-covered, fractured, dying body, Yan Feng threw him out the dormitory window.