Shrek Academy

The father and son instantly went pale.

Three Soul Rings, Two Yellow and One Purple—a Soul Elder.

With that kind of strength, let alone them, even ordinary Soul Master families might not be able to produce it.

"Leave!"

The boy's father gritted his teeth, grabbed his son, and turned to leave without even daring to look back.

Dai Mubai withdrew his Soul Rings and sat back down in the chair beside him, looking somewhat helpless.

An Chen watched the scene and quietly shook his head.

Registration fees were non-refundable. Flender's rules were truly ruthless.

More than half the people in line left.

The original queue of over a hundred people had been thrown into disarray by that father and son, and most of them left with their children.

Only a dozen or so remained, still willing to give it a try.

"Next," the old man called.

A girl in a white dress stepped forward.

An Chen glanced at her. She had a gentle, graceful aura, yet there was a trace of pride in the way she walked. She was clearly from an influential family. Is this Ning Rongrong? She's even prettier than I imagined.

He noticed a faint sinister gleam flash through Dai Mubai's eyes as he stood nearby.

The old man squeezed her hand. "Twelve years old. Qualified. Release your Wuhun."

The girl released her Wuhun. A seven-colored glazed pagoda emerged from her palm, and two yellow hundred-year Soul Rings lit up.

An Chen's earlier guess was confirmed.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda?" The old man looked surprised. "You're from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect? Does your family know you came here?"

"Isn't this place supposed to teach without discrimination?" the girl replied with a faint smile.

The old man seemed to hesitate before waving at Dai Mubai. "Take her inside."

Dai Mubai's eyes returned to normal. He rose and led the girl in white inside.

The remaining people quickly passed the first round of testing, and it was finally almost An Chen and the other two's turn.

By then, after escorting several applicants inside, Dai Mubai had returned to the old man's side.

Tang San noticed that Dai Mubai's gaze suddenly became fixed, staring straight toward the direction behind him as though something had caught his attention.

Tang San turned around, and An Chen looked as well.

Both of them froze for a moment.

Behind them, only a black-haired girl remained.

Her head was lowered, her long hair draped over her shoulders. Her skin was fair, and her features were delicate.

But what drew the most attention was her voluptuous figure.

What was even more eye-catching was how exceptionally full her figure was, completely mismatched with her still-youthful face.

This must be Zhu Zhuqing. That figure is seriously out of proportion for her age. An Chen was so startled that he could barely close his mouth.

In contrast to her voluptuous figure, Zhu Zhuqing's expression was icy. There was not a trace of vitality in her black eyes.

Her hands hung naturally at her sides, and the deathly chill she radiated made people uncomfortable.

Dai Mubai's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression complicated.

An Chen looked at Dai Mubai, then at Zhu Zhuqing.

He knew that Dai Mubai possessed the White Tiger Wuhun, while Zhu Zhuqing had the Netherworld Civet.

They also had a Wuhun Fusion Skill.

"Are you registering or not? If not, stop blocking the way." The old man's voice pulled Tang San from his thoughts.

Pain shot through Tang San's hand, and he found Xiao Wu glaring at him fiercely.

An Chen watched the scene, the corner of his mouth lifting.

These two were already getting handsy in front of strangers.

"We're registering together." Enduring the pain, Tang San placed twenty Gold Soul Coins into the wooden box and extended his hand alongside Xiao Wu.

An Chen also stepped forward, placed ten Gold Soul Coins into the box, and held out his hand to the old man.

The old man first squeezed Xiao Wu's hand and nodded. "Age qualified."

When his hand moved to Tang San's, he gave a soft sound of surprise.

As if unwilling to believe it, the old man squeezed Tang San's hand several more times, and his expression became strange.

"What Soul Skill have you trained in your hands?"

Tang San's heart tightened, and he nodded. "Yes."

The old man frowned. "Lift your lower leg."

Tang San lifted his lower leg and placed it on the table. The old man squeezed it several times through his trousers, and Tang San immediately felt a wave of soreness and numbness.

The old man nodded. "Your muscles are well developed. Bone age qualified."

Next was An Chen.

The old man squeezed his hand twice. "Twelve years old. Qualified."

As he checked his bone age, An Chen felt a faint stir in his intuition.

An Chen assumed it was because he had not rested well the previous night.

"Alright, release your Wuhuns."

Tang San and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance and activated their Soul Power at the same time.

Two-colored light rose up, and several Soul Rings spiraled into the air.

Rabbit ears appeared, white fluffy fur grew over Xiao Wu's hands, and her body became even more slender.

Blue Silver Grass sprouted from Tang San's palm. As Soul Rings flowed into it, it transformed into the grass vines he had used when fighting Dai Mubai that day.

The old man merely glanced at Xiao Wu before turning his gaze to Tang San. "Blue Silver Grass? You cultivated it this quickly?"

Tang San smiled. "Don't you only accept monsters? Does that make me a monster?"

A rare smile appeared on the old man's face. "You really are a little monster."

He looked at An Chen. "What about your Wuhun?"

An Chen released his Wuhun. A Big Iron Pot appeared out of thin air, and two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

The old man froze. "A pot?"

He took out a white crystal ball and had An Chen place his hand on it.

The crystal ball instantly shone with dazzling white light, so bright that it nearly overflowed.

"Level twenty-nine?" The old man's expression turned strange, and he shook his head. "A pot Wuhun... this is my first time seeing one. Twelve years old, level twenty-nine... passed."

He sighed. "Three twelve-year-olds at level twenty-nine? One Blue Silver Grass, one Iron Pot? Mubai, take them inside."

"Yes." Dai Mubai came over and smiled at An Chen and the others, though his gaze still could not help drifting toward the academy entrance.

After they passed, the old man responsible for testing Soul Power went blank for an instant before immediately returning to normal.

Led by Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and An Chen entered Shrek Academy with him.

Dai Mubai said, "I knew you'd pass. The later tests shouldn't be a problem either."

As he spoke, he could not resist looking back toward the academy entrance.

Xiao Wu said irritably, "What are you looking at? Planning to prey on another girl?"

Dai Mubai frowned. "What do you know? I feel that girl's aura is very similar to mine. Not merely similar—there's also a sense that we complement each other. Among Wuhuns, it's extremely difficult to encounter mutually complementary Wuhuns. But once you do, joining forces can multiply the power of both Wuhuns. That is a Wuhun Fusion Skill."

Xiao Wu burst out laughing. "So does that mean that girl's Wuhun must be a tigress?"

An awkward look flashed across Dai Mubai's face. "Possibly."

A tigress? That did have something to do with the Netherworld Civet.

Following behind, An Chen nodded to himself.

After entering the village, all they could see were wooden buildings. Simple and plain was the most fitting description for the place.

To put it bluntly, it was poor.

After walking only a short distance, Dai Mubai brought them to an open area.

Wooden houses surrounded it. The open space was roughly five hundred square meters and sat right at the center of Shrek Academy.

Dai Mubai pointed at the applicants waiting in line ahead. "You'll take the second test here. The teacher will tell you what to do. I need to head back out and take a look. If that girl's Wuhun really is compatible with mine, then no matter what, I have to win her over."

With that, Dai Mubai hurried away.

An Chen watched his back and mocked inwardly, In such a hurry? He's probably just trying to chase a girl.

Tang San and Xiao Wu followed Dai Mubai's instructions and went to line up behind the applicants ahead.

An Chen joined the line as well.

Just then, a soft, gentle voice rang out.

"Selling sausages, selling sausages! Take a look, have a look, don't miss out as you pass by. Oscar Brand Sausage—delicious and sweet, cheap and filling, only five copper coins each. Eat an Oscar Brand Sausage, and I guarantee you'll have an easier time passing the entrance exam."

Tang San and Xiao Wu turned their heads to look, and An Chen did the same.

Not far away, someone was pushing a cart and calling out to sell his wares.

The rich scent of meat drifted from the cart, and some of the students waiting in line had already gone over to buy some.

The person behind the cart wore simple gray clothes and had neat short hair and a face covered in stubble, yet he possessed a pair of large Peach Blossom Eyes.

An Chen took one look.

Oscar. Of course he knew him.

A face full of stubble, yet Peach Blossom Eyes, and a soft voice like a woman's.

One of the Shrek Seven Devils, a Food-type Soul Master, with a Sausage Wuhun.

Seeing those two things on the same face in person really had this kind of effect. An Chen thought to himself.

Oscar's gaze swept back and forth through the line of applicants, specifically lingering on the girls. Even Xiao Wu did not escape his notice.

"Want one?" Oscar smiled at the three of them. "Freshly made. It replenishes Soul Power."