Alien Beast Academy
"Meng still, you're really going to transfer?"
Several girls in her dorm crowded around, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Didn't you see me packing?" she replied casually, her lips curled in quiet satisfaction.
The truth was she could hardly contain her joy. Who would have expected that after a single trip to the Star Dou Great Forest—she would meet Lu Yuan, drink at his side, and then come back with noble status sealed by the royal family?
From the heavens straight into her lap—happiness beyond belief.
"Then… where are you transferring?"
Meng still puffed her chest with pride. "Tiandou Royal Academy!"
All three of her friends froze, mouths half open.
That name was a dream for many young spirit masters, yet remained gated behind nobility and wealth. For common-born like them, it was a world they could never touch.
One of the girls snickered skeptically. "Don't brag, Meng still. Everyone knows your family's only the Dragon Snake pair. Some fame, but hardly connected with nobles."
"Yeah, how could you really get into Tiandou Royal Academy? Do you think sisters like us are fools?"
But Meng still's smirk only widened. With unhurried grace, she pulled out from her luggage a stiff golden scroll.
When she unfurled it, three characters glimmered across the polished parchment: Meng Yiran. Below it, the crimson wax seal of the Tiandou royal family itself.
The room fell silent.
"Wha—! That… that's a noble certificate!"
"Impossible! How can you—how did you pull this off?"
Meng still lifted her chin smugly. "Easy. Lu Yuan helped me handle it."
The dorm girls blinked in stunned silence. Then one muttered darkly, "Lu Yuan? That's the name you blabber about all day? That Lu Yuan?"
The next instant, all three burst into laughter. "Ha ha ha! You, knowing Lu Yuan? Get real!"
Meng still scoffed. "Believe or don't. Doesn't change the truth."
But her friends kept teasing, poking fun at her fantasies.
"That spirit ring you brought back—it wasn't from a soul cow, was it?"
"Cut it out. Someone like Lu Yuan? Hah! Never in a million years."
Their laughter rang until a voice cut across the dorm.
Tons… Tons… Ha!
The doorframe creaked as someone leaned lazily against it, wine jar swaying loosely from his hand. His white clothes looked careless, but his eyes shone like steel beneath the haze of alcohol.
"Ranran, why are you taking so long?"
The girls froze.
Meng still nearly dropped her luggage. "Lu Yuan?! How did you get in here?"
"You had a guard on the door," he said matter-of-factly. "I hung him on the wall."
The girl trio exchanged a glance, blood draining from their faces. That guard was the Soul King-ranked gatekeeper, infamous in the academy for being immovable. No one outside the highest staff ever got past him.
And this young man had waltzed straight into the female dormitory after hanging him up like laundry.
"Is… is this really Lu Yuan?" one girl whispered.
But there was no denying it. The swagger, the careless strength, the aura of danger. The living legend himself, standing in their dorm as Meng still's words came true.
"Who just called me?" Lu Yuan raised a brow.
Silence.
Meng still puffed her cheeks proudly. "Sisters, the proof's here. He came for me!" She tugged Lu Yuan's arm quickly. "Let's go before you scare them to death. Bye!"
She dragged him away, grinning wildly the whole time.
Pretending has never felt so good!
Shrek Academy
Meanwhile, at Shrek, Zao Wou-ki finished recounting the events of his group's recent Star Dou journey.
"…and then, of all people, we ran into him."
"Who?" Flender asked, squinting curiously.
"The boy. Lu Yuan."
Zao Wou-ki sighed, rubbing his thick beard. Even days later, depression clouded his chest. Against an unruly Soul King brat, he—an experienced Soul Sage—had come away empty-handed.
The name struck Yu Xiaogang like a hammer.
"Lu Yuan?" His scalp tingled, notebook already in hand. He'd lain restless since first hearing rumors. A Soul Sect at twelve years old—with three purple and one black rings? Insanity.
He, Yu Xiaogang, had researched martial souls all his life, crafted unshakable theory after theory. And yet this boy's very existence spat all over it.
Second Olympics! How could such a configuration even exist?!
"Teacher Zhao, details. I need every detail!" Yu Xiaogang pressed forward, quill scratching furiously in his notes. "Precise fighting stages, exact conditions—don't omit anything."
"Mn." With reluctance, Zao Wou-ki began his retelling. "At that time, Mubai and Tang San rushed first, but they couldn't stop him. Then… I joined in."
Flender's feathered brows pinched upward. "You, Wuji? And even you couldn't handle him?"
Zao Wou-ki groaned. "You think I wanted to try? Between his ties to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Tiandou Academy, I couldn't exactly kill him. Not to mention Tang Hao had hammered me the week before—my chest still aches!"
"Oh, so that's your excuse?" Flender smirked, voice sharp. "Soul Sage can't handle Soul King… laughable."
"You damn bird, do you have to rub salt in it?!"
But Yu Xiaogang cut in again, not listening to their bickering at all. "No, what's crucial is your impression. What did you feel when facing him?"
Zao Wou-ki's eyes darkened. "That boy—his strength is real, but not enough to overwhelm me outright. What makes the difference is his sword."
"The sword?" Flender frowned.
"Yes," Zao Wou-ki admitted. "When I clashed with it, I felt true fear. Unexplainable. As if something inside that blade devoured courage itself. Not spirit power, not talent—something darker."
Yu Xiaogang's fingers trembled as he scribbled. Pages filled rapidly. "Invaluable… terrifying but invaluable. This requires study. That sword may be the real key to overturning martial soul theory."
Then he leaned back suddenly, snapping the book shut. His eyes gleamed.
"Which reminds me… Shrek cannot hold these talents any longer."
"What do you mean?" Flender's gaze hardened. He already didn't like the tone.
"Face it," Yu Xiaogang pressed mercilessly. "We cannot support these children to their full potential. No funds, no cultivation environment, not even an official academy license. If we rot here, their growth will be capped forever."
Flender's feathers ruffled. "So what? You want to march them into Tiandou Imperial Academy with tails tucked, wagging like dogs?!"
Yu Xiaogang didn't flinch. "Yes. At the end of my training plan, we move them there. To prove my theory to the world, they need the best environment. Staying here is suicide."
"I disagree!" Flender snapped. "This academy was founded by me and these brothers. Even if we're poor, even if the roofs leak, it's ours. I won't give it away!"
The room filled with tension, both sides glaring.
Finally, Zao Wou-ki cleared his throat. "Er—just to interject. Has Tiandou Royal Academy even said they want us?"
Silence.
No one had thought to ask.
"Either way," Yu Xiaogang muttered, "with our monsters, they can't refuse. Even the entire Douluo Continent should welcome them."
Flender crossed his arms stubbornly, but the seed was planted.
In the end, they decided to approach Tiandou Royal Academy, negotiate conditions first—then see if Shrek's future would be absorbed into the empire's greatest school.
For better or worse, their plan had begun.
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