Our Eyes Met~

Trouble? This dean was doing just fine!

"Come in." Yan Shaozhe frowned, displeased by Du Weilun's behavior.

Watching Du Weilun gasp for breath, Yan Shaozhe calmly took a sip of tea before speaking. "What happened? Why all the fuss? Weilun, you're over fifty, yet you still panic like this. Where's your composure?"

Du Weilun: ...

"Dean Yan, please come to the school gate! Our academy has an exceptionally gifted new student this year!" Ignoring the reproach in Yan Shaozhe's voice, Du Weilun hurried on.

A gifted new student?

Yan Shaozhe was unimpressed. No matter how talented the student was, he couldn't surpass Yan Shaozhe's precious disciple.

"Exceptionally gifted? How gifted?" Yan Shaozhe continued drinking his tea, his expression unchanged.

"As gifted as a three- or four-story building is tall! He reached Soul Ancestor cultivation at just twelve, something never seen before. More importantly, his Martial Soul is the Sea God Martial Soul, once ranked alongside the Six-Winged Angel!"

Du Weilun was getting anxious. If his cultivation had allowed it, he would have rushed over and slapped Yan Shaozhe twice.

That was the Sea God Martial Soul, the very symbol of Shrek Academy!

Do something already!

Soul Ancestor?

Sea God Martial Soul?

Yan Shaozhe froze. His gaze drifted toward the Seagod Statue outside the window, standing at the center of Shrek Square as it had for ten thousand years.

At Shrek City's east gate, Xiang Jun had long since been surrounded by students eager to watch the spectacle. Most of them were girls, and some had even reached out to grope him.

"Hey, handsome, want to come home with me? I'll make you noodles!"

"Pfft. What's so great about noodles? I can play the clappers!"

A curvy female student looked at her rival with disdain, then bounced lightly on the spot.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The crisp slapping sounds filled the air, leaving the other girls green with envy.

Wait. Were those the kind of clappers she meant?

Xiang Jun's mouth twitched. He knew soul masters on Douluo Continent matured early, but he hadn't expected them to mature this early!

Not far from the crowd, Tang Wutong stood alone, staring blankly at the figure surrounded by well-endowed girls. A trident mark flashed between her brows, then vanished.

The Sea God Martial Soul...

Could he be the representative Dad chose in the lower realm?

Was Dad worried I'd suffer down here alone, so he picked someone to look after me?

That must be it!

Tang Wutong, who prided herself on her extraordinary wisdom, decided she had figured out Xiang Jun's background in a matter of seconds.

Tang Wutong would have sworn that no one on the entire Douluo Continent understood gods better than she did!

What Tang Wutong didn't yet know was that, thanks to Poseidon's letter of complaint, the father she saw as noble, pure, and the embodiment of absolute justice had been taken away by the Divine Realm Committee for a full investigation...

At that thought, Tang Wutong wrinkled her delicate nose. Then she put on an imperious air and strode toward the crowd.

So what if he has the Sea God Martial Soul?

He's still a dog raised by the Tang family!

Just watch how this princess puts him in his place!

The thought of the legendary wielder of the Sea God Martial Soul falling at her feet brought an inexplicable flush to Tang Wutong's cheeks.

Xiang Jun, still struggling to deal with the well-endowed upperclasswomen, suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"Hey! All of you, make way for this princess!" Tang Wutong's brows rose sharply at the packed crowd, and she called out.

But the upperclasswomen busy trying to lure Xiang Jun away ignored her command. A few even scoffed.

"Pfft. If you're late, get in line. Maybe you'll still get the leftovers!"

"Princess? More like your flatness!"

Tang Wutong had been pampered since childhood. She had never been mocked like this. Her beautiful face turned scarlet, and her breathing grew heavy.

How dare they make fun of this princess! They've already given me reason to kill them!

She wanted nothing more than to take out her Clear Sky Hammer and give each of those big-chested, empty-headed women a blow to the head.

Xiang Jun had noticed the quarrel outside the crowd. He glanced over and met Tang Wutong's eyes.

At that very moment, trident marks appeared between both their brows.

As the saying went, one look was enough to know you'd met the one~

After a brief moment of shock, disbelief spread across Xiang Jun's face.

Is that Tang Wutong?!

Shouldn't she be a golden-haired girl disguised as Wang Dong?

Did the Divine Realm Committee take Tang God King away before he could split his own daughter's soul?

Unwilling to trust his eyes, Xiang Jun held his breath and studied the faintly aggrieved pink-and-blue-haired figure in the distance.

Pink-and-blue hair down to her shoulders, the distinctive trident mark between her brows, and that lofty look on her pretty face, as though everyone she saw was beneath her...

That's Tang Wutong, all right!

Things must be going badly for Tang God King. He didn't even have time to split his own daughter's soul!

But... why does she look so wronged?

Xiang Jun blinked. Tang Wutong was looking at him as though he were a faithless man who had abandoned his wife and child...

"Hmph!" Seeing him look her way, Tang Wutong haughtily turned her head aside, though she kept watching his every move from the corner of her eye.

Since this is your first time meeting this princess, I'll forgive your rudeness if you show even a little humility!

Xiang Jun: ...

What's that supposed to mean?

Xiang Jun frowned and went back to watching the upperclasswoman's clapper performance.

How dare you ignore this princess again!

You've given this princess reason to kill you!

Being ignored made Tang Wutong's eyes turn red and her breathing come in angry huffs. She had certainly inherited Tang God King's finest habits and was clearly on the verge of becoming just like him.

You've got some nerve. Just wait until I deal with you!

Tang Wutong took a moment to steady her nearly shattered emotions. Then the trident mark between her brows burst with dazzling light.

At the same time, a domineering yet aggrieved voice exploded in Xiang Jun's mind:

"Dad! Look at the representative you picked! He dares to ignore Little Seven!"

Xiang Jun: ?

"Du Weilun, where is he?"

Above Shrek's east gate, Yan Shaozhe anxiously scanned the groups of students below. Du Weilun followed behind him, doing the same.

"Dean Yan, there!" Panting, Du Weilun pointed to the figure surrounded by upperclasswomen below.