Though He Is Not Young, He Still Has Potential; Though He Is Young, He Has No Potential

Yan Shaozhe's expression right now could be described as quite unsightly, his face cast in a dark shade of blue with eyes full of fury, as he had actually been defeated by someone who was not even a Super Douluo.

The opponent had not even used a soul skill, nor had they released any soul rings. Of course, looking at it from another angle, Lin Fan's methods just now could actually be considered soul skills.

Regardless, Yan Shaozhe's old face was burning hot right now. He was the Dean of the Martial Soul Department at Shrek Academy, a level-95 Super Douluo, an Elder of the Sea God Pavilion, and someone who had been famous for many years. Yet today, he had been fiercely slapped in the face by a junior in front of his own teacher and subordinates.

This left Yan Shaozhe deeply unwilling. His gaze fell upon Lin Fan, and just as he intended to open his mouth and utter some harsh threats, Mu En stepped in first to cut him off.

"Since Lin Fan has won the match, then according to our agreement, Shaozhe's salary for the year belongs to you."

As Mu En spoke, his gaze fell back onto Yan Shaozhe. Although Mu En looked entirely unremarkable, just like an old man with one foot in the grave, the way he spoke still gave people an involuntary sense of awe.

"Shaozhe, is there any problem?"

Yan Shaozhe's mouth twitched, his entire face flushed red with frustration, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and endured it, forcing out a sentence.

"No... problem."

After all, how many years had he lived, and what kind of great storms had he not seen? It was only a year's salary, something he could still afford to part with. Though it pained him, it was still better than continuing to make a fool of himself in front of his teacher and subordinates.

Yan Shaozhe fished a money pouch out of his Storage Soul Tool and casually tossed it toward Lin Fan. Lin Fan raised a hand to catch it, glanced through it briefly, and nodded before casually putting it away.

Seeing this, Mu En gave further instructions.

"Shaozhe, go down to the warehouse later and hand over a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone and five million Gold Soul Coins to Lin Fan."

Yan Shaozhe nodded and gave a low response.

"Understood, Teacher."

Yet even as he nodded, a strange gleam flashed across his eyes, as if he were plotting something behind the scenes.

Once Mu En finished giving all these instructions, Yan Shaozhe did not stay any longer, turning around and leaving the competition grounds with Du Weilun.

After the two of them departed, Mu En finally shifted his gaze back to Lin Fan and Leng Yaozhu, his eyes resting on Leng Yaozhu.

"And who is this?"

When Leng Yaozhu saw the attention turn to her, she could not help but freeze slightly, instantly beginning to ponder what kind of identity she should use to introduce herself properly.

In any case, she could not expose her identity as a descendant from ten thousand years in the future, especially after just witnessing Yan Shaozhe. Leng Yaozhu felt that Mu En was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Right now, the only person Leng Yaozhu could trust was Lin Fan by her side.

While Leng Yaozhu was still hesitating, Lin Fan beside her had already answered in her stead.

"Her name is Leng Yaozhu. She's a friend I met outside the academy. As for now, she'll be staying at the academy temporarily. I'll arrange everything properly, and she won't cause any trouble for the academy."

After hearing Lin Fan's words, Mu En did not press the matter further, figuring that Lin Fan had finally figured a few things out. Then, his gaze suddenly softened, looking much like a benevolent elder watching over his junior.

"It's good that you're back. You just returned today, so you should just take a good rest."

"Don't take what Shaozhe and Du Weilun did to heart either. They were only acting for the sake of the academy, even if their methods were a bit extreme."

"Of course, if they come looking for trouble with you in the future, just come to me. As long as this old man is still breathing, they won't do anything too excessive to you."

"You are all doing this for Shrek Academy, and I already have one foot in the grave. Therefore, the future of Shrek Academy must eventually be handed over to your generation, so I hope you and Shaozhe and the others can clear up the misunderstanding."

Hearing this, Lin Fan merely smiled without saying anything more in response. After all, that was completely impossible; the conflict between Lin Fan and Yan Shaozhe and the others could be considered quite severe, having already erupted into strife back then, which was why Elder Zhou had taken Lin Fan away from Shrek Academy and stayed away for so many years.

Now that he had returned, the conflict was still there, but Lin Fan could not be bothered to say anything more.

Having finished speaking, Mu En did not linger any longer. He slowly closed his eyes, leaned back against the recliner once more, and resumed his state of deep meditation like an old monk.

Seeing this, Lin Fan and Leng Yaozhu did not disturb him further, turning around and leaving.

At this very moment, ten thousand years later, before the light screen spanning across the entire sky, countless people were watching this scene, many of them murmuring inwardly.

What kind of person was this Lin Fan anyway?

A level-94 Titled Douluo at nineteen, possessing a Spatial Martial Soul, and easily defeating even a level-95 Yan Shaozhe—why was there no record of such a supreme prodigy in history?

Meanwhile, inside Shrek Academy, Long Yeyue watched the scene on the light screen where Mu En punished Yan Shaozhe, and upon hearing about Lin Fan's inability to break through to level 95, she could not help letting out a cold snort, an undisguised contempt surfacing on her well-maintained face.

"So he's just trash."

Long Yeyue's tone carried a sense of aloof disdain.

"Becoming a level-94 Titled Douluo at nineteen truly makes him a genius among geniuses, but if he can never break through to level 95 in his entire life, then there is no difference between him and trash."

In Long Yeyue's view, Mu En should not have punished Yan Shaozhe for Lin Fan's sake. After all, Yan Shaozhe's martial soul was the Bright Phoenix Martial Soul, and he still possessed room for growth, making him far more promising than this so-called genius Lin Fan who was stuck at level 94.

Of course, there were also those who felt a sense of regret that Lin Fan could not break through to level 95. After all, being able to reach a level-94 Titled Douluo at nineteen was a talent that could be called utterly heaven-defying.

Yet he happened to get stuck at the hurdle of level 95, unable to advance any further for the rest of his life. It was truly a pity.

Right at this moment, Lin Fan on the light screen suddenly halted his footsteps. He retrieved a Communication Soul Tool from his bosom, which was vibrating faintly and emitting a weak glow.

Lin Fan lowered his head to take a look, discovering that it was a message sent to him by a young woman named Ling Luochеn.

The message was very simple: the young woman named Ling Luochеn had run into some trouble near the Ming Dou Mountain Range and needed Lin Fan's help.

"I need to go handle something next."

Lin Fan's gaze fell upon Leng Yaozhu, seemingly asking about her plans for the next step.

"I'm coming too!"

It was naturally impossible for Leng Yaozhu to stay behind alone in Shrek Academy; running into Yan Shaozhe and the others would undoubtedly bring endless trouble.

"Alright, then stay close to me."

Lin Fan nodded with a smile, then swept a hand through the air, causing a black door to appear before the two of them.