Can't Stand It!

"???" The surrounding new students and the instructors handling registration all turned to look in the same direction.

Knowing he had become the center of attention, Minghui quietly straightened his back.

"How much?" The instructor in front came back to his senses, still unable to believe his ears, and instinctively asked again.

"Ten years old, Soul Power Level 34." Minghui's expression remained unchanged, calm and composed as though it were only natural.

"How is that possible!?" Before the instructor could speak, the surrounding new students erupted first, all wearing incredulous expressions. They had no doubts about his age, since his height and appearance made it obvious.

But that Soul Power Level was utterly absurd!

Minghui said nothing. With a thought, Soul Rings emerged one after another beneath his feet: yellow, purple, purple.

He really wanted to reveal the true colors of his Soul Rings, but his mother had warned him before coming to keep a low profile and avoid unnecessary trouble. Keeping a low profile was also the Qing Luan Family's usual way of doing things. Left with no choice, he could only use his Simulation skill to tone himself down a little.

With the Azure Family's current wealth and resources, producing a thousand-year second Soul Ring was hardly a problem.

"A thousand-year second Soul Ring!?" The watching new students finally believed him, but their expressions shifted to shock.

"Where did this monster come from?" someone muttered.

Kid, you wouldn't happen to be a disciple of the Body Sect, would you? The instructors badly wanted to ask that, but it seemed unlikely that such a monstrous genius would be sent to Shrek Academy by the Body Sect. After opening their mouths, they could not help turning to look at the young man standing beside Minghui.

They eagerly awaited an explanation from this unknown senior student accompanying him.

Ming Chen, who had always kept a low profile, said nothing. He had no intention of bringing up the Qing Luan Sect and attracting attention. He had already graduated from the academy decades ago, so it was perfectly normal for these young academy instructors not to recognize him. That spared him some trouble. Thus, he once again displayed the Inner Court badge from before.

So he was the descendant of an older-generation Inner Court disciple. The instructors understood, and their expressions turned delighted.

That made him one of their own!

"Good, good, good. Child, quickly put away your Soul Rings." The instructor seated behind the desk in front of Minghui smiled warmly.

After saying that, he could not even be bothered to test Minghui's Soul Power. He simply lowered his head and swiftly completed the registration, then took a set of school uniforms from the side and handed them over.

After years of reception work, his eyes were the best measuring stick. There was no need for further testing.

"Student Minghui, welcome to Shrek Academy!"

"Thank you, Instructor!" Minghui replied politely, reaching out with both hands to accept the uniforms and the freshman badge placed on top.

Then, with a flick of his hand, he stored them directly in the Soul Tool at his waist.

"Goodbye, Instructor!" He waved, then turned and followed his father out of the crowd, just in time to see his mother returning.

Before long, she reached them and said with a smile.

"Let's go. Mommy will take you to look around the Inner Court first, and while we're at it, you can meet some of Mommy's former classmates."

"Okay, Mommy." Minghui nodded. His mother took his hand again, and the family of three strode toward the outside of the teaching building.

"He really is an Inner Court disciple!" The instructors who had overheard the conversation exchanged glances.

"Why haven't we seen them before?" one instructor asked doubtfully.

Qingyi looked to be only around thirty, about the same age as them. By all rights, she should have been from roughly the same generation.

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Stop standing around and get to work. Can't you see so many new students still waiting up ahead?"

"..."

A short while later, the family of three walked out of the teaching building.

"Wait, let Mommy see who your homeroom teacher is." Qingyi stopped and turned toward the notice board not far away.

Minghui looked over as well. He was the same age as Huo Yuhao and had enrolled a year earlier than Huo Yuhao. According to the original work, Zhou Yi was still teaching third-years at this time, so there was no way she could be his homeroom teacher—the character who had left such a deep impression on him in his previous life. It was most likely someone never described in the original work. That was why he had never considered checking the surrounding notice boards before.

The notice board was by the roadside intersection, not far from them. With his eyesight, he could see its contents clearly after focusing for a moment.

"?" He suddenly froze.

Freshman Class 1 Homeroom Teacher: Zhou Yi.

What was going on?

Minghui was deeply puzzled, then fell into thought.

Could it be that his teacher's verbal thrashing of Xuan Zi in front of Shrek Academy's Inner Court disciples in the Star Dou Great Forest had actually worked? He could not help recalling that the original work mentioned Zhou Yi being reported multiple times by her students while teaching third-years.

So she had run into the gun and been demoted?

This butterfly effect had actually blown Zhou Yi right onto my head. Minghui was rather speechless.

It seemed that even if he did not want trouble, trouble was coming anyway.

Others might be able to tolerate Zhou Yi, but he was the young master of the Qing Luan Family, a veteran follower under the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction, the Personal Disciple of Du Busi, the Level 99 Limit Douluo Sect Leader of the Body Sect, and the True Monarch of Manifestation Before Others at Guanjiangkou.

He could not stand it at all!

"It's actually Zhou Yi. Wasn't that girl always teaching third-years before? I heard her teaching style is extremely strict. She often expels students from her classes and gets reported every year." Qingyi was surprised. Although she had not been to Shrek Academy in many years, the two sides had always maintained a partnership. Moreover, Shrek City was one of the continent's foremost major cities, so the family naturally had businesses there.

As a result, she received occasional updates about certain things happening within Shrek Academy.

The students admitted to Shrek Academy were either wealthy or noble. Instructors like Zhou Yi, who frequently expelled students and offended people, were truly rare. On top of that, Zhou Yi was the wife of Fan Yu, one of Shrek Academy's only two Level 8 Soul Engineers. Qingyi could hardly fail to remember her.

"Presumably, the academy was under pressure and demoted her to teach freshmen." Qingyi shook her head. She found it interesting, but did not take it to heart.

With her son's talent, she did not think Zhou Yi would be willing to expel him, and the academy would certainly not allow it.

"It's possible she has some real skill, if she was reported so many times and still allowed to teach freshmen," Ming Chen added.

"Perhaps they're simply showing consideration for her husband." Qingyi smiled. "No matter what, our son isn't someone just anyone can bully."

Minghui slightly raised his chin in agreement.

"Let's keep going." Qingyi smiled and led her son onward.

Not long after, in the dean's office on the other side.

"Dean, Dean, wonderful news! Wonderful news!" Du Weilun, the Outer Court Dean of Studies who had just received word, excitedly pushed open the door and entered.

"Wonderful news? What wonderful news?" Inside, Yan Shaozhe, who had been reclining in his chair, sat upright and asked expectantly. "Could it be that we have a promising talent this year?"

"Yes, Dean." Du Weilun restrained his excitement. "A Body Martial Soul, the Eye of the Soul. Ten years old with Soul Power Level 34. Yellow, purple, purple Soul Rings. An unparalleled monster!"

Du Busi's disciple has come? Yan Shaozhe instinctively thought, his heart turning sour.

Ten years old, Soul Power Level 34, and a thousand-year second Soul Ring. What an excellent seedling! How had the Body Sect gotten to pick him first?

"What is that child's name? Where is he now?" He feigned calmness, looking utterly unconcerned.

"Minghui. His family has taken him to the Inner Court," Du Weilun answered truthfully. "A man and woman brought him here. One of them seems to be an older-generation Inner Court student."

"???" Yan Shaozhe froze. His body unconsciously leaned forward as he asked with great seriousness.

"Are you sure?"

"Dean, would I lie to you?" Du Weilun said solemnly. "The young man who brought him to register even showed an Inner Court badge."

Minghui, surname Ming. Yan Shaozhe suddenly felt as though something had clenched his heart. He hurriedly asked again, "Quickly, tell me what the two people who brought him looked like."

"The man had white hair and wore white robes. He looked around eighteen. The woman looked to be about thirty," Du Weilun recounted truthfully.

"Good you, Ming Chen. Good you, Qingyi!" Yan Shaozhe shot to his feet and slammed his right palm down on the desk with a bang. Fire burned in his eyes, and he looked furious.

The Ming Family's Radiant Plume Divine Bow Martial Soul naturally possessed both Light and Ice Attributes, while the Qing Luan Family's inherited Qing Luan Martial Soul had the Wind Attribute. Did that not perfectly match Xuan Zi's description of another Martial Soul possessing Light, Ice, and Wind Attributes?

This Minghui was clearly their son!

"That child is the son of Radiant Plume Douluo and Qing Luan Douluo?" Du Weilun was slightly shocked.

As the Outer Court Dean of Studies, he had heard some of the academy elders mention Inner Court students who had already graduated.

They were both over seventy and still had a son. They were certainly vigorous in old age!

Still, was it not a wonderful thing for old classmates to bring their genius son here to enroll?

Why was the dean so angry?

"Thud, thud, thud!" Before Du Weilun could ask, the dean had already stormed out in a rage.

"Dean, Dean!" Du Weilun hurriedly chased after him, yet he could not even see a single shadow of him.

"What kind of situation is this?" He looked utterly confused.