Do You Want a Wife, Poseidon?

His invitation had only been a test. They had met just once, after all, and Bei Bei wasn't about to make such a basic mistake.

Watching Xiang Jun walk away, Bei Bei turned to Tang Ya. "Xiao Ya, don't you think Xiang Jun looks a lot like that person?"

"Who?" Tang Ya tilted her head. She felt as though she'd seen him somewhere before, but couldn't remember where.

"Why, the Sea God from ten thousand years ago! How can you not remember him? What kind of Tang Sect leader are you?" Bei Bei pressed a hand to his forehead in helpless disbelief.

The Sea God? The Tang ancestor?

Tang Ya blinked in confusion, then hurriedly took an ancient portrait from the Soul Tool at her waist.

Long blue hair, blue-and-gold robes, a trident mark on his forehead...

Wait!

Tang Ya drew a sharp breath as she spotted the resemblance. She felt annoyed with herself, yet an inexplicable joy rose within her.

This boy is destined for my Tang Sect!

Whatever it takes, I'll get him to join!

The Sea God?

Huo Yuhao had been quietly listening to the two of them. At the mention of the Sea God, curiosity stirred in him too.

If he really is a god, he should be able to bring Mom back, shouldn't he?

"What comes my way is fortune; what doesn't wasn't meant to be. Besides, Big Bug's and Electrolux's attributes aren't a great fit for my Sea God Martial Soul."

On the outskirts of the Star Luo Great Forest, Xiang Jun sighed to himself. He hadn't encountered Sky Dream Ice Silkworm or Electrolux on this trip, but at least he had gained a top-tier Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

"Why the long face, kid?"

A deep voice rang out, dignified yet teasing. Xiang Jun looked up to find Poseidon grinning at him, mischief in his eyes.

"Nothing. Where have you been all this time?" Xiang Jun gave him a deadpan stare. He had long since grown used to Poseidon's antics.

"Heh, that's a secret!" Poseidon grinned and leaned closer.

"Say, young man, do you want a wife?"

Xiang Jun: ?

Xiang Jun stopped short and stared oddly at the enormous, majestic apparition before him.

Old Xu, is that you?

When Xiang Jun said nothing, Poseidon grew visibly impatient. "Just say the word, and I'll deliver her to you myself in a few days!"

"Looks, talent, status—she's more than worthy of you. What do you say?"

"Sure. Bring her over, then." Xiang Jun curled his lip, plainly not taking Poseidon seriously.

"Heh heh. No backing out!" With a chuckle, Poseidon vanished into the space between Xiang Jun's brows.

"Wow, that girl is gorgeous..."

"Right? If she'd be my girlfriend, I'd even be willing to break through to Titled Douluo!"

"Wake up, brother. You aren't even a Soul Grandmaster. You've got no chance in this lifetime."

At Shrek City's east gate, students in uniform were chattering excitedly, their eyes drawn to the stunning girl at the registration desk.

She had flowing pinkish-blue hair and eyes as clear as the sea, with faint glimmers moving within them. Her skin was fair as jade, and her figure was tall and slender. She had a young girl's lively charm, but also the cool, innate nobility of a queen.

"Hey, are you people at Shrek accepting students or not?"

The girl frowned at the male student staring at her and hid a flicker of distaste.

Hmph. What a bunch of ordinary mortals.

"Huh? Yes... Yes, we are! Your name, age, Martial Soul, and Soul Power Level, please. And your recommendation letter from the city lord's residence!" The student snapped back to his senses, blushing with embarrassment.

"Tang Wutong. Twelve years old. Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul. Level thirty-seven Strong Attack Soul Elder!"

Tang Wutong folded her arms and lifted her chin like a proud swan. Three Spirit Rings appeared before everyone, far surpassing the optimal configuration.

Yellow! Purple! Purple!

Three rings? A Soul Elder? And her second ring is a thousand-year ring? That's monstrous!

As her Spirit Rings appeared, the crowd gasped. The male student at the desk was utterly dumbstruck.

Another Soul Elder?!

She's the fourth incoming student at that level this year, isn't she? Give us older students a chance!

Tang Wutong seemed unmoved by the praise around her. She picked up her enrollment certificate and headed toward Shrek Academy.

But then another wave of cries rose from the crowd. Unlike the commotion at Tang Wutong's arrival, this one clearly came from the female students.

"He's so handsome! If I never date someone like him, I refuse to die!"

"He's so tall! He could pick me right up..."

"Wait, what are you imagining, you pervert?"

What's going on?

Tang Wutong paused and followed the crowd's gaze. A tall, blue-haired boy came into view.

At the same time, the dry air around them seemed to grow noticeably more humid.

Huh?!

That familiar long blue hair, the blue-and-gold robes she remembered, and the trident mark that flashed briefly on his forehead...

Dad?!

Tang Wutong felt dazed. For a moment, she seemed to see her father in the boy...

Wait, what am I thinking?!

She shook off the strange thought and took a closer look at the blue-haired boy in the distance.

"Tch. What good are looks? He's still destined to turn to dust in the lower realm." Tang Wutong's cheeks reddened. Despite her dismissive thoughts, her steps slowed to a stop.

"Name, age, Martial Soul, and Soul Power Level. And your recommendation letter from the city lord's residence."

It was the same senior student, though his tone was distinctly more sour than it had been with Tang Wutong.

"Xiang Jun. Twelve years old. Level forty-two Strong Attack Soul Ancestor. Martial Soul..."

"Sea God!"

In the dean's office of the Shrek Martial Soul Department, Yan Shaozhe quietly sipped his tea. His eyes moved over the list of incoming students, and satisfaction showed on his face.

Dai Huabin: White Tiger Martial Soul, level thirty-one Strong Attack Soul Elder.

Ning Tian: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, level thirty-one Support Soul Elder.

Xie Huanyue: Rubber Elephant Martial Soul, level thirty-two Defense Soul Elder.

"This year's intake really is full of talent. Three Soul Elders at once. It's a pity they're all from major families. They'll never truly belong to Shrek."

Yan Shaozhe sighed and was about to take another sip when Du Weilun's voice rang out from beyond the door, accompanied by hurried knocking.

"Dean Yan, something's wrong!"