Ning Tian Came Fishing for a Golden Tortoise Son-in-Law? Lan Yu: I Know a Little of Everything

If my ancestor could do it, so could I!

The Blue Silver Emperor, master of the Tang Sect, level thirty-seven at eleven years old.

His talent, coupled with an air of fantasy, was enough for Ning Tian, who had come to Shrek to fish for a golden tortoise son-in-law, to move Tang Qi to the top of her list.

The girl straightened up, wiped the playful look from her face, and walked into the classroom. The red-haired girl behind her followed closely, her gaze sharp as a loyal guard's.

The moment the two appeared in the doorway, the chattering classroom fell abruptly silent.

Countless eyes swung toward them, some filled with admiration, others with curiosity.

Ning Tian remained composed, as though those gazes were no more than a breeze brushing her face, leaving not a ripple.

A warm, faint smile touched her lips. With her target clear, she walked straight toward Tang Qi.

Yet when she reached him, she stopped short, surprise flashing across her face.

Huh—? Where was the seat?

The desk and chair that should have been there had long since been tossed into a classroom corner by a certain "king" to gather dust.

But in the blink of an eye, the girl regained her composure.

"Hello. May I sit here?" Ning Tian dipped her head slightly, her voice pleasant and her tone polite.

Tang Qi finished cultivating and slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze lingered on the girl's striking face for half a beat before he raised an eyebrow. His meaning was obvious.

Can't you see there's no seat?

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Ning Tian smiled, straightened, and snapped her fingers without looking back. "Sister Feng."

At that, Tang Qi looked up. Behind her stood a girl with shoulder-length wine-red hair, full curves, a stunning figure, and vivid features. A fierce, unruly edge sharpened her eyes and brows.

Wu Feng opened her mouth as if to speak, but when Ning Tian glanced her way, she swallowed her words. "...Yes, Ning Tian."

She reluctantly crossed to the other side of the classroom, stopped before an unoccupied row, and deftly picked up a desk and chair.

Huo Yutong and Xiao Xiao turned at the noise and watched as Wu Feng carried the furniture back and lined it up neatly.

Ning Tian sat down with effortless grace.

Noticing the question in Tang Qi's eyes, Ning Tian tilted her head and spoke first. "I'm Ning Tian. And you...?"

The girl paused and blinked at him.

"Tang Qi."

Tang Qi gave her the same "gentle" smile Tang Buddha wore.

Behind them, Wu Feng watched her Young Master chatting so "warmly" with Tang Qi, and an inexplicable irritation rose in her chest.

She gritted her teeth and swept an angry gaze around the room, searching for the closest seat to her Young Master.

A moment later, she spotted an empty seat diagonally ahead, across the aisle from Ning Tian.

Wu Feng's eyes lit up. She strode over and rapped on the desk.

Knock, knock.

The girl sitting there jumped and hurriedly turned around.

She wore her green hair in a high ponytail. Her delicate features and manner resembled Huo Yutong's; both carried a soft, timid air.

"Hey, is anyone sitting here?" Wu Feng asked bluntly.

The girl shook her head shyly. After Wu Feng plopped down, she gathered her courage and spoke in a soft voice. "Hello, I'm Nanmen Yun'er. What's your name?"

"Wu Feng."

Wu Feng answered without turning around. Her eyes stayed fixed on Tang Qi, and she bared her teeth as though she wanted to bite him.

"Okay, then~"

Nanmen Yun'er replied quietly.

Just then, the class bell rang.

Before it had finished, a woman with short, deep-purple hair, who looked to be in her early thirties, walked into the classroom.

She wore Shrek Academy's standard teacher uniform. Her gentle face held a capable air. She was Mu Jin, the homeroom teacher of Freshman Class Nine.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Mu Jin. I'll be your homeroom teacher for the next three months or so."

Mu Jin stopped at the lectern and slowly surveyed the classroom.

Only after the chatter died down did he turn, pick up a piece of chalk, and write his name on the blackboard.

"I know you've come from every corner of the Douluo Continent, and that each of you is a carefully selected genius."

Mu Jin turned back, his tone mild. "But Shrek has never lacked geniuses. I hope you'll put aside your arrogance for now and learn from the people around you."

"Strive to pass the Freshman Assessment in three months. I want every one of you to stay. I don't want to see anyone left behind."

With that, he opened the class roster and looked up. "When I call your name, please stand and briefly introduce yourself."

As Mu Jin called the names one by one, students around the classroom rose and sat back down.

Wu Feng, Huo Yutong, Xiao Xiao, and the others introduced themselves in turn.

During the introductions, a jumble of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside. Tang Qi turned and looked through the window.

On the square in front of the Teaching Building, a large group of freshmen in white uniforms were running in circles.

"What's going on?" Xiao Xiao craned her neck, confusion written all over her face.

"Performance art, probably." Tang Qi rubbed his chin, analyzing the scene with a perfectly straight face.

"Pfft." Ning Tian couldn't hold back a laugh.

The others turned toward her. Ning Tian quickly covered her mouth, her blue eyes darting about with the bashful guilt of someone caught red-handed.

Mu Jin had clearly heard them too, but he merely glanced out the window.

He scoffed at Zhou Yi's brand of teaching, which began by showing students who was boss.

"Ning Tian."

Ning Tian hurriedly stood. After freezing for half a beat, she quickly composed herself. "Ning Tian, eleven years old, level thirty-one support-type Soul Elder. Martial Soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

A low stir ran through the classroom.

A level thirty-one support-type Soul Elder!

Mu Jin studied her for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction. "Sit down."

"Next, Tang Qi."

Tang Qi stood, his expression calm.

"Tang Qi, eleven years old, level thirty-seven all-round Soul Elder. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Emperor."

For a moment, the classroom fell silent.

Mu Jin gave nothing away, but inside he was grinning from ear to ear.

There are four Soul Elders among this year's freshmen, and two are in my class. Zhou Yi, let's see what you can use against me now!

He suppressed his delight and cleared his throat, looking at Tang Qi gently. "Student Tang Qi, you said you're all-round? Shouldn't a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master be control-type? Did you misspeak?"

Mu Jin wasn't the only one wondering. Every student in the room had the same question.

After all, the most famous Blue Silver Grass Soul Master was Sea God Tang San, one of the original Shrek Seven Devils from ten thousand years ago.

And he had been a renowned control-type Soul Master.

Tang Qi smiled. "I can do a little of everything."

"Even support?"

Ning Tian couldn't help looking up at him.

Tang Qi smiled calmly. He raised one finger and slowly extended it toward Ning Tian beside him. In an instant, emerald-green light glowed across his fingertip.

A gentle breath of life spread outward.

Ning Tian's beautiful eyes widened slightly. As if possessed, she reached out and lightly clasped Tang Qi's finger.

In an instant, gentle life force flowed through her palm and into her body. Warmth swept through every limb and bone.

Ning Tian felt her exhaustion vanish. A tingling sensation ran through her entire body.

Her cheeks flushed pink. She bit her lips and barely stopped herself from making a sound. Her blue eyes glistened, but the little hand wrapped around Tang Qi's finger showed no sign of letting go.

Wu Feng sat nearby and saw everything.

Her eyes turned red. In her heart, silent tears poured down without end.

Stop it! Young Master, let go already!

"Thank you~"

Ning Tian finally came to her senses and hastily released his hand. Her voice was soft and tender, with a faint tremor at the end.

Such pure life force.

Just holding his finger had that effect. If...