"Is it him?"
Du Weilun voiced his question.
Since Huo Yuhao had already withdrawn his martial soul, Du Weilun could not see his Six-Winged Angel.
The teachers in charge of admissions nodded repeatedly, and Du Weilun turned his gaze toward Huo Yuhao.
"Young fellow, could you show me your martial soul?"
Seeing the hope in Du Weilun's eyes, Huo Yuhao smiled faintly. "As you wish."
A quarter of an hour later.
After repeatedly verifying Huo Yuhao's martial soul, age, soul power, and identity, Du Weilun's heart was practically leaping into his throat. Never in his life had he been so excited.
After all, this was a living bearer of a god-level martial soul.
And this boy's surname was also Qian. He had to be a surviving descendant of Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago, so naturally, there was no problem with his identity. As long as he was not from the Sun Moon Empire, Shrek Academy would make him a priority for cultivation.
"Student Qian Renhan, if you have no objections, I can process your enrollment right now."
Gasp!
Hearing Du Weilun's words, everyone present drew in a sharp breath. The esteemed director of studies was actually processing a new student's enrollment himself. Just how terrifying was this boy's talent?
Truly terrifying beyond belief.
Once they enrolled, they had to befriend him. Even if they could not, they absolutely must not offend him.
Otherwise, that dead dog lying on the ground would be their fate.
Huo Yuhao smiled faintly. "But, sir, I don't have a recommendation letter from a city lord."
Du Weilun: ...
Could that thing even compare to a god-level martial soul? Du Weilun immediately burst out laughing. "Rules are dead, but people are alive. We at Shrek aren't such a hidebound institution. We can adapt