The Three Education Committee Members

The main hall of the Education Committee is built halfway up the mountain. The stone steps in front of the door are wide. The interior furnishings are not luxurious, but they exude the confidence of the Royal Academy.

Three elderly men sat at the head of the table.

The tall man in the middle, with white hair and beard and a gentle gaze, was none other than Chief Education Commissioner Meng Shenji. The broad-shouldered old man on the left, with a smile on his face, was Bai Baoshan. The thinnest old man on the right, however, had very bright eyes; his name was Zhi Lin.

Qin Ming stepped forward and bowed.

"The Three Education Committee Members and the members of the Shrek Academy have been brought along."

Meng Shenji stood up and personally took a few steps to greet him.

"Dean Flender, I've heard so much about you."

Flender didn't put on airs, clasping his hands in a fist and palm salute, saying, "Three Education Committee Members too kind. We at Shrek are very poor, with little reputation, but plenty of trouble."

Bai Baoshan smiled.

"Dean Flender doesn't need to be modest about teaching a student like Qin Ming."

Qin Ming stood to the side, his eyes slightly moist.

What he feared most was that Shrek would be looked down upon. Now, the attitude of the Three Education Committee Members at least proved that his efforts had not been in vain.

Meng Shenji had tea served and invited everyone to sit down. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, his gaze fell on the Shrek Seven Devils Yuan Yu.

"Qin Ming said that Shrek Academy only accepts monsters. We heard some commotion at the Training Ground today. But to enter the Royal Academy, one must ultimately follow the academy's rules. Would you all be willing to let us see your true abilities?"

Flender smiled.

"You can look, but don't be scared."

Zhao Wuji grinned.

"Boss, you're being too subtle with your words."

The three men, Meng Shenji, exchanged glances, their interest piqued.

The Shrek members announced their ranks one by one.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing were all surprisingly young, yet their Soul Power was incredibly solid. When Ning Rongrong reported her name, she only mentioned that she was a support type with Soul Power level 30-something, without mentioning the origin of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. After hearing this, the smiles on the Three Education Committee Members' faces faded considerably.

After listening, the Three Education Committee Members understood the situation.

The fact that Qin Ming personally brought these children was not due to luck.

Tang San was the first to step forward.

Zhi Lin looked at him and asked, "You're Tang San? The Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, a three-ring Soul Elder?"

Tang San bowed.

"Yes."

Bai Baoshan stroked his beard.

"It's rare to see someone cultivate Blue Silver Grass to your level."

Zhi Lin stood up, and a gentle yet sustained pressure of Soul Power slowly descended. The air in the hall seemed to become heavy, and fine ripples appeared on the surface of the water in the teacup.

"Don't be afraid. I'm only testing your limits, not damaging your foundation."

Tang San nodded, Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his feet. The deep blue grass leaves bent under the pressure of Soul Power, then slowly straightened up again. His body had been tempered by the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and his meridians were far more resilient than those of his peers. Although he couldn't handle the probing of Soul Douluo- level opponent with ease, he didn't panic either.

Xiao Wu stood behind, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.

Yuan Yu saw this and moved half a step to the side, blocking the direct line of sight between her and the education committee members.

Sweat beaded on Tang San's forehead, and the stone bricks beneath his feet made a soft thud.

The surprise in Zhi Lin's eyes grew more and more obvious.

He originally only wanted to test the resilience of the Blue Silver Grass, but he didn't expect Tang San's body to be so solid. As the pressure of his Soul Power gradually increased, Tang San did not try to save face. He wrapped the Blue Silver Grass around his arm, using his Martial Soul to share some of the pressure, and stood steadily in place.

The Deacon inside the hall held their breath. In their eyes, Blue Silver Grass had always been Trash Martial Soul, but these grass leaves, after being pressed close to the ground by Soul Power, rose up one by one, as if they had their own bones. Tang San's shoes had sunk into the cracks in the stone, but his back never bent down.

Meng Shenji said softly, "Okay."

Zhi Lin withdrew his Soul Power.

Tang San exhaled and bowed to the Three Education Committee Members.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Bai Baoshan's smile widened even more.

"Qin Ming, your letter is still too conservative."

Qin Ming gave a wry smile.

The students were afraid the three teachers would think it was an exaggeration.

At this moment, Yuan Yu stepped forward.

"Three seniors, could you perhaps test me with even half a step?"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Meng Shenji looked at him.

"You are Yuan Yu?"

Yuan Yu nodded.

"Shrek's temporary freeloaders."

Ma Hongjun added, "I'm fine with freeloading meals regularly."

Flender glared at him, Ma Hongjun immediately lowered his head.

Meng Shenji couldn't help but smile.

He had heard Qin Ming mention Yuan Yu, twelve years old, a level fifty-seven Soul King, Martial Soul was the Sun Wheel Blade. When the letter arrived, the three of them thought Qin Ming had made a mistake. A twelve-year-old Soul King was astonishing even in the entire Douluo Continent.

Are you sure?

"I'm sure." Yuan Yu gripped the Sun Wheel Blade in his hand. "I won't dodge, nor will I use any Soul Skill to harm anyone. Senior, just watch whether I can stand firm."

Zhi Lin looked at Meng Shenji.

Meng Shenji nodded.

This time, it was Bai Baoshan who made the move.

His Soul Power was thick and heavy, unlike Zhi Lin's which was fine and dense. When it landed, it made the stone bricks make a soft sound first. Yuan Yu's White-Clad was close to his legs, and the Rock Pattern Wind Pattern on his Sun Wheel Blade lit up at the same time.

Five Spirit Ring rose up.

The gazes of everyone in the hall changed.

The five Spirit Rings were layered with increasingly darker colors, and their auras were terrifyingly heavy, far beyond what an ordinary Soul King could possess. Yuan Yu did not activate any Soul Skill; he simply pressed the tip of his blade against the ground, slightly lowered his wrist, and did not retreat an inch.

Bai Baoshan added a bit more effort.

Fine cracks appeared in the stone bricks.

Yuan Yu slumped his shoulders, but still smiled.

"Senior, if the floor is damaged, is it the Royal Academy's fault or the Dean's fault?"

Flender immediately replied, "It belongs to the Royal Academy!"

Bai Baoshan almost lost his composure.

A few breaths later, he withdrew his Soul Power, his eyes no longer showing any contempt.

Yuan Yu kept his hand on the hilt of the sword, not letting go immediately.

As Bai Baoshan's Soul Power receded, the cracks on the stone bricks inside the hall remained. Yuan Yu also experienced a slight tremor within his body; the cold and hot power remaining in his meridians from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and Fire was forced to circulate by the heavy Soul Power from before. The Water Pattern and Flame Pattern did not emanate outwards, but instead flickered on the inside of the blade, causing the lightning, wind, and rock patterns to stabilize somewhat as well.

Bai Baoshan saw it most clearly.

The child didn't just manage to stand up.

He is using pressure to hone himself.

"Twelve years old, level 57. Qin Ming, how can you write 'conservative' for this?"

Qin Ming said in a low voice, "I'm also afraid that the three teachers won't believe me."

Meng Shenji got up and walked to Yuan Yu, carefully examining the patterns on the Sun Wheel Blade.

"Your Martial Soul is very special."

Yuan Yu sheathed his sword.

"She is a bit picky about food; currently, she only eats leafy greens."

Zhi Lin looked at Bai Baoshan and whispered, "He's not far from the next step."

Bai Baoshan nodded.

"A strong foundation makes breakthroughs slower, but once it weakens, progress will be rapid."

The Three Education Committee Members didn't understand the joke, assuming he didn't want to elaborate, and didn't press him further.

Meng Shenji returned to his seat, his expression much more serious than before.

"Dean Flender, if Shrek is willing to merge with the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, we can discuss academy resources, simulated training grounds, and faculty status. We will also arrange for students to participate in the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academy."

Flender did not agree immediately.

He looked at the Shrek members, then at Qin Ming.

This is indeed a good opportunity.

But the token on the bridge, the mocking laughter at the city gate, and the looks in the eyes of the students at the Training Ground were still in his mind.

Seeing his hesitation, Meng Shenji said gently, "We can have a formal trial tomorrow. It's not to make things difficult for everyone, but to let the entire academy know the weight of Shrek."

Yuan Yu gently turned the hilt of the sword.

"That's good. Let's fight before we try to reason with each other."

Zhi Lin smiled and said, "Young man, it's a good thing to have talent."

Yuan Yu looked at the sunlight outside the hall.

"Your sharpness isn't for your own benefit. If some people don't believe it, let them see for themselves."