"Truly... nostalgic." Qin Ming murmured to himself, a glimmer of reminiscence flashing through his eyes.
He quickened his pace and headed toward Suotuo Great Soul Arena.
Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy.
Before Yu Xiaogang arrived, Shrek Academy had only six students, which meant that when they participated in team battles, they could only enter six-person matches at most.
But ever since Yu Xiaogang came to Shrek Academy, he had noticed this issue with their numbers.
Late at night, Yu Xiaogang often sat alone in his humble study, staring blankly at the paper and pen beneath the oil lamp.
On the paper was a team formation diagram he had revised over and over, each position marked with a name and the characteristics of their Martial Soul.
Tang San, Cinderella, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ma Hongjun.
Six names, neatly arranged.
But there was a seventh position on the paper, left blank—glaringly blank.
Yu Xiaogang pressed his fingers heavily against that empty space, his knuckles turning white with force.
"Seven... We must gather seven..."
He muttered under his breath, an almost obsessive light flickering in his eyes.
The Soul Master Tournament, the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, was a crucial part of his plan.
On that stage, he wanted to prove to the entire continent that his theories were correct—to prove that a "useless master" ridiculed for half his life could nurture geniuses who would shock the world.
He wanted all those who had once looked at him with pity or mockery to shut their mouths.
He wanted his father, Yu Yuanzhen, to know that Yu Xiaogang was not the disgrace of the family.
He wanted the entire Soul Master world to remember the title "Master."
But the prerequisite for all of that was that his team had to be