Am I the True Heir of Shrek?

"That's right. That really is Shrek Academy's uniform."

Leng Yaoyu lifted her eyes for a glance and gave Ziyang a certain answer.

"This is the food street near Shrek Academy. It's perfectly normal for Shrek Academy students to appear here. But joining Shrek Academy at that age, he should be an Inner Court disciple."

Ziyang gave an "Oh," his gaze settling on the little fatty. He had already guessed the other boy's identity. He had not expected this guy to enter Shrek Academy so early.

Still, he had participated in the Heaven Sea Alliance Grand Tournament at the age of nine. Joining Shrek Academy at this age did not seem impossible.

Na'er glanced at Ziyang, then at Xu Lizhi. The difference in their talent was immediately obvious.

Shrek Academy Inner Court.

That legendary place where geniuses gathered.

Na'er's toes began tapping beneath the table again as she eagerly awaited the food.

Before long, the skewers arrived.

The iron tray landed on the table with a dull thud. Oil still sizzled on the meat skewers as the fragrance of cumin and chili powder burst forth, rushing into their nostrils and lingering on their taste buds.

Na'er's eyes immediately lit up. The food was finally here. The girl directly grabbed a skewer and began eating without any restraint.

The fat burst between her lips and teeth, and she immediately felt that the food of the human world really was far too evil, far too sinful. It needed her to wipe out all the sin in this world.

One skewer, two skewers, three skewers... Her movements were quick as she rapidly devoured the grilled meat.

Ziyang picked up a skewer as well, but his gaze still drifted toward the neighboring table from time to time, his eyes carrying a hint of curiosity.

The little fatty's skewers had arrived too, though the quantity was clearly nowhere near as exaggerated as Na'er's.

Just then, a figure turned in from the street corner.

It was a little girl who looked about their age. Her golden hair gleamed like molten gold beneath the lights. She walked quickly, her skirt swaying behind her as she headed straight for the little fatty's table.

She stopped beside the table and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Xu Lizhi."

Her voice was crisp, carrying a trace of barely restrained anger.

The little fatty stopped chewing. He slowly raised his head, his cheeks still puffed out and a little grease staining the corner of his mouth.

"You aren't cultivating, so why did you sneak out?" the golden-haired girl asked angrily.

Xu Lizhi blinked. He was clearly somewhat afraid of the girl before him, and he lowered his voice. "Sister Xinglan, why are you here?"

"If I hadn't come, you'd definitely keep eating for a long time and waste your cultivation time."

Xu Lizhi lowered his head to look at the skewers covering the table, then looked back up at her. His throat bobbed.

"But... you can't cultivate on an empty stomach."

Ye Xinglan sighed, feeling that Xu Lizhi would get tricked sooner or later acting like this.

"Hurry up and eat. Once you're done, get back immediately. Teacher is still waiting!"

"Okay."

Xu Lizhi grabbed another skewer, this time eating much faster.

At that moment, Ye Xinglan noticed the black little beast at the corner of Ziyang's table, enjoying a delicious grilled fish.

"A soul beast?" It was her first time seeing a soul beast like this, and curiosity inevitably rose in her eyes.

The little beast seemed to have heard her. Its ears twitched upward, but it did not raise its head and continued dealing with the fish on its plate.

Ye Xinglan stood and walked over. Her gaze fell on Austin Griffin, and her eyes were filled with undisguised curiosity. "What kind of soul beast is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

Ziyang raised his head, looked at Ye Xinglan, and said, "It's my martial soul. I named it Austin Griffin."

"As for what kind of soul beast it is? I don't know either."

Ye Xinglan asked curiously, "An External Martial Soul? Are you a descendant of Grandmaster Yu?"

Hearing that, Ziyang froze slightly. Yu Xiaogang's descendant? Could I actually be the true heir of Shrek Academy?

"I don't know. I've never seen my parents." He shook his head.

Ye Xinglan had instead decided that this was the case. She held no ill will toward Ziyang. "In twenty thousand years, there has only been one case of an External Martial Soul. You must be the Grandmaster's descendant."

Ziyang was a little speechless. How could she insult someone like that? He began thinking about how to make Ye Xinglan shut up.

"Is that how you insult people? If you don't know how to talk, then don't."

Na'er watched from the side, her eyes shifting between the two of them. She swallowed the meat in her mouth and suddenly spoke. "Ziyang isn't some Grandmaster's descendant. He broke through level twenty-nine at the age of fifty. Can Ziyang do that?"

She was a cultured dragon now. A dragon who had studied the history of the human world.

They all say I'm dumb, but I'm not dumb at all. Most of the time, I'm smart as hell.

Ye Xinglan turned to look at Na'er. She felt that something about those words was off, but in the end, she said nothing.

Leng Yaoyu quietly watched this scene from not far away, a faint smile on her face. But soon, she would no longer be able to smile.

"Ziyang, he insulted you like that, and you still won't hit back?" Na'er tugged at the boy's sleeve.

"How am I supposed to hit back?" Ziyang said helplessly. It would not be appropriate to start fighting here, would it?

"How else? Attack her weakness. Watch me." Na'er spoke in a booming voice, looking Ye Xinglan up and down. "You're not as pretty as me."

Ye Xinglan was completely speechless. Did that count as an insult?

Ziyang let out a long sigh, thought for a moment, then directly said:

"Is he handsome in the photos?"

"He never loved you at all."

"He doesn't even remember your name."

"He's flirting sweetly with someone else right now."

"You've always been deluding yourself."

This move had no effect whatsoever on Ye Xinglan, but aside from the three chatting, everyone else who heard those words instantly broke down.

That included Leng Yaoyu, who had nearly failed to hold on herself.

But Ziyang glanced around and discovered that his Wisdom Path Killing Move had produced remarkable results. What did Douluo Continent produce in abundance? Love-brained fools and love triangles. He had landed a collective AOE in an instant.

Na'er looked around at the adults who had inexplicably collapsed. "What a bunch of frail adults."

Her gaze returned to Ziyang. "Ziyang, you didn't even insult her where it counted. Let's keep trying."

But the next moment, Leng Yaoyu picked Na'er up. "You'd better not let Ziyang keep trying. I'm afraid everyone else will collapse first. Let's go back first."

Ziyang silently closed his mouth as well, temporarily sealing away his killing move. He decided that when he had the chance in the future, he would definitely try it on Cai Yue'er of Shrek Academy.

He wondered how effective it would be.

Forget it. He would use this move on enemies first from now on.

In the future, covering one's ears before meeting Ziyang would be Douluo Continent's sign of respect for him.

He glanced at Xu Lizhi. The boy had already left some time ago, his body frozen in place without moving at all.

Ziyang smacked his lips, feeling that on Douluo Continent, he could conquer the world with a single move.

Even if the God of Love came to Douluo Continent, they would not be able to withstand this move. Unless your love was perfect, don't even think about it.

Ye Xinglan waved at Ziyang, finding him quite interesting. Since she did not yet have much of a concept of love, she completely failed to understand the deeper meaning of those words.

"See you next time."

Ziyang nodded and bid her farewell. "See you next time."

I'll find an excuse to fight her next time.