"In that case, your Soul Power training..."
"Teacher Changsheng supervised that too, of course. But we have Innate Full Soul Power, so we might cultivate a little faster."
Tang San's words struck everyone's hearts like another heavy hammer.
Innate Full Soul Power, and two of them at that!?
"Um, Little San, your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, right? This Innate Full Soul Power..."
Dai Mubai still found it somewhat hard to believe. A Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul with Innate Full Soul Power? Wasn't that a bit ridiculous?
Tang San did not say much in response. He was not close enough to Dai Mubai yet to tell him outright that his Martial Soul was the Blue Silver Emperor.
He merely laughed it off and glossed over the subject.
Behind the two boys, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were both watching Tang San. They were a little curious too. Since Tang San could possess his current strength, the training regimen Teacher Changsheng had tailored for him must have been very grueling, right?
Buzz-
Just then, a purple Soul Mark not far away drew everyone's attention. The moment Dai Mubai saw it, he covered his head, his expression looking positively constipated.
"Is that a Soul Mark? Is someone Soul Fighting?"
Tang San's expression grew serious. This was an academy. How could unauthorized brawling be allowed?
"No, he's from our academy too. He can project his Soul Mark."
"Project it? I know a little about that. Projecting a Soul Mark doesn't offer any practical benefits. At most, you can use it for show, right?"
Unexpectedly, after Tang San finished speaking, Dai Mubai actually nodded in agreement. "That brat really is just showing off!"
"Come on, let's go take a look. I'll introduce you."
Dai Mubai smiled helplessly, then led everyone forward.
Once they arrived, the sight before them left Tang San and the others stunned.
An "old man" with a full head of silvery-white hair stood hawking his wares in front of a small stall. A thick mass of white beard covered his face, concealing almost half of it.
Dressed in a chef's outfit, he did look rather like a cook running a food stall.
What left Tang San even more speechless was that his Soul Mark was projected onto the white cloth beside him, turning it into an actual "signboard."
"Tofu for sale! Want a taste of my fragrant, soft tofu?"
"Oscar, you're fucking selling tofu here again? Take a sniff yourself! What is that smell!?"
Without another word, Dai Mubai stepped forward and hammered him with a fist, his tone stern. This brat spent all day fiddling with his stinky tofu. Even he could not stand the smell!
"Can't you tidy yourself up a little? Looking like that in public is embarrassing!"
"I'm just saving myself the trouble."
Oscar sounded a little cautious, but there was nothing servile about his tone. If anything, it sounded deliberate.
Watching Oscar put on this act, Dai Mubai felt himself harden-his fists, that was. The way Little Ao talked was simply infuriating.
"Get lost! Hurry back and change out of those clothes in a bit, and get your hair trimmed too. Classes officially start in a few days. Don't leave a bad impression on the new teacher!"
"What? There's a new teacher? How come I didn't know? I'll go back and clean myself up right now!"
Oscar's expression froze. He hastily tidied up the stall, then ran toward the boys' dormitory.
His antics made Tang San and the others laugh instead. They had not expected someone who looked so unkempt to sound only a few years older than them.
Turning to Dai Mubai, Tang San asked, "Mubai, what's Oscar's Martial Soul?"
"Now that's worth talking about. Oscar, a rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster. His Martial Soul is ingredients, and each Soul Skill produces a different ingredient. Worth mentioning: he has Innate Full Soul Power too!"
"Gasp! A food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power!?"
Tang San was astonished, as were Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong beside him.
Innate Full Soul Power was certainly rare, but food-type Soul Masters with Innate Full Soul Power could be counted on one hand. There was only one on the entire continent!
To think Shrek Academy really was this extraordinary. Its students were all monsters!
Ning Rongrong unconsciously tightened her grip on her little skirt. She was a support-type Soul Master, and so was Oscar. Moreover, he had Innate Full Soul Power. In terms of talent, he was far ahead of her.
That dealt something of a blow to her, who had always considered herself exceptionally gifted.
Only after leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect did she discover that she was not the greatest genius.
"Well? Our Shrek Academy only accepts monsters. Has this opened your eyes?"
Dai Mubai's brow relaxed, and he looked completely at ease. Tang San nodded in wholehearted agreement. Teacher Changsheng's judgment truly was beyond reproach. With these people as teammates, his future cultivation would surely be very interesting!
"Though I haven't seen the last student today. I think he went out to eat?"
"Out to eat?"
It was not just Tang San who asked this, but everyone together.
The last person Dai Mubai mentioned was naturally Ma Hongjun. However, he seemed to need food constantly, so it was quite normal for him to be outside the academy at this hour.
After a brief explanation, Dai Mubai finally led everyone toward the student dormitories.
At the entrance to Shrek Academy.
"We're here."
At the coachman's call, the carriage's window curtain was drawn aside, revealing an exceedingly stiff, zombie-like face.
"At last, I've arrived! Shrek Academy!"
"Here, keep the change!"
Casually tossing the money to the coachman, Yu Xiaogang jumped down from the carriage and straightened his somewhat disheveled black scholar's robe. Looking at the large words "Shrek Academy" straight ahead, his eyes filled with anticipation and nostalgia.
He had not seen Flender in so long. Was he doing well now?
But...
"Such a big academy, and not even a gatekeeper?"
Yu Xiaogang found it a little strange. Clutching the recommendation letter against his chest more tightly, he still strode confidently inside.
He saw hardly anyone along the way. Instead, elderly men and women passed back and forth carrying hoes. Had he not seen Shrek Academy's name out front, he would almost have thought this was some small village.
Just then, Yu Xiaogang keenly noticed a chubby boy squatting on some steps nearby, eating. He held a chicken leg in one hand and bread in the other, noisily stuffing them into his mouth.
He ate at a speed that defied comprehension.
"Ahem, young fellow, might I ask if this is Shrek Academy?"
"Hm?"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's question, the chubby boy first turned to look at the sign nearby bearing the words "Shrek Academy," then looked back at Yu Xiaogang's incredibly stiff face.
His expression was like that of an air-conditioning installer being asked, "What do you do for a living?"
"No, I mean, I wanted to ask where your dean is. Dean Flender!"