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The Shrek Academy dormitory wasn't large, only about a dozen square meters. Rather than calling it a dormitory, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a residential building.
There were only two beds.
Ning Chuan, upon entering, spread out his own bedding, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate.
Late at night, the entire Shrek Academy was shrouded in silence.
In the Vice Dean's office, Zhao Wuji, already dressed in clean clothes, slumped over his desk, feeling gloomy over the humiliation Ning Chuan had caused him earlier.
He also greatly admired Ning Chuan. Judging by his talent, Ning Chuan was far superior to Dai Mubai.
His martial spirit was also incredibly powerful. With his mere Soul Venerable cultivation, he was able to cleave a Soul Sage with a single strike. Furthermore, he possessed two thousand-year spirit rings, and his swordsmanship was truly formidable. He was certain to become a peerless powerhouse in the future.
Just as he was contemplating how to discipline the five new students, Ning Chuan and others, a sudden voice reached his ears, "Zhao Wuji, come out right here!"
"Who, who's calling me?"
Zhao Wuji was no pushover. If he hadn't been the Vice President of Shrek Academy, Ning Chuan would have been dead by now had he dared to treat him like that.
Upon hearing the call, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with coldness. Without hesitation, he broke through the window and emerged outside, his spirit power suddenly increasing to its peak.
Seven spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—flashed out, instantly completing his martial spirit possession, transforming into a humanoid brown bear roughly two and a half meters tall!
However, upon seeing the newcomer, he instantly shrank.
A gaunt, black figure emerged from behind a tree. From the outside, he looked nothing more than a withered old man in his twilight years.
But the spirit rings on the other person's body made Zhao Wuji's heart leap to his throat.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!
The other person was actually a Titled Douluo, and one with a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
How could this be possible?
When had such a powerful being appeared in the tiny Kingdom of Barak?
He quickly bowed and saluted, "May I ask which senior has graciously sent you here? I wonder if I have offended you in any way. Please bear with me."
The man in black said calmly, "What's the point of bearing with me? Beat the younger, and the older will surely follow."
With that, he approached Zhao Wuji and gave him a beating.
The man in black was Tang Hao, just like in the original novel. He had once again come to teach Zhao Wuji a lesson after Tang San had completed the Shrek Academy assessment.
However, Tang San's injuries this time were far more severe than in the original novel, so he practically beat him to death.
And he, himself, had long since lost his former robust and imposing figure, thanks to Ning Chuan's six years of dedicated training.
He seemed to have shrunk, becoming a gaunt old man. His skin was like dry bark, and his muscles seemed to have atrophied. He no longer resembled the former Haotian Douluo.
Just as Zhao Wuji was about to be beaten to death, a figure swept over from the direction of Shrek and appeared not far away.
He quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please show mercy."
The person who came was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and square-framed glasses. His body was covered with feathers, and he had orange-yellow vertical eyes. A pair of huge wings stretched out from his back. His spirit ring configuration was the same as Zhao Wuji's: two yellow, two purple, and three black.
Seeing the other party, Tang Hao finally stopped. He casually grabbed the dying Zhao Wuji by the collar and threw him in front of him. "Flender, Spirit Cat Eagle, level 78 Agility Attack Battle Soul Saint, once one of the Golden Iron Trio. What? You want to avenge him?"
"How dare I, how dare I," Flender said with a hasty smile. After some inquiries, he learned that one of the students who passed the assessment today was Tang Hao's son, and Zhao Wuji had severely injured his son. He had come here specifically to seek revenge.
Tang Hao then gave Flender some more instructions, concluding, "Also, you need to keep an eye on Ning Chuan."
"Could he be related to His Majesty?" Flender looked puzzled.
"Just keep an eye on him to see if he's inclined to join the Spirit Hall. If so, notify me immediately."
Tang Hao's answer was irrelevant, his tone unwavering.
The reason he noticed Ning Chuan today was because he had seen his second Millennium Ring and his level 33 Soul Venerable cultivation.
With such potential and talent, it would be fine if he didn't join the Spirit Hall. However, once he did, he would undoubtedly become a formidable rival for his son, Tang San.
Flanders had read Ning Chuan's profile and knew that he was the most talented and promising of the new students, arguably the most talented and promising since Shrek Academy's founding. He was also familiar with Tang Hao's feud with the Spirit Hall.
Upon hearing that Tang Hao had targeted him, he hurriedly said, "Haotian Douluo, that child has nothing to do with the Spirit Hall."
Tang Hao snorted coldly, "It's best if he doesn't have any. You'd better not let him have any contact with the Spirit Hall people. Otherwise, you know my methods."
With these last words, he disappeared in a flash.
"Flanders, you are so disloyal. You only showed up when you saw I was about to be beaten to death," Zhao Wuji said breathlessly.
Flanders carefully helped him up and said unhappily, "You beat his son like that during the day, so what if I'm here too?"
Zhao Wuji complained, "I didn't know that was his son. Besides, who knew at the time that his son was so fragile? He fell down with just one gravity boost. He's not even as good as a little girl who is a support-type spirit master..."
"Don't dare say anything nonsense." Flanders was worried that Tang Hao would come back, so he quickly covered his mouth.
"Okay, I won't say anything, but what are you going to do with that little monster Ning Chuan?" Zhao Wuji was silent for a while, and when Flanders let go, he asked.
Flender did not answer but asked: "What do you think of him?"
Zhao Wuji thought for a while and expressed his opinion, "He is only twelve years old, but he has a soul power of level 33, and he also has two thousand-year soul rings. His talent is unquestionable, and his combat talent is also ridiculously strong. I am afraid that there are not many people below the Soul Sect, or even the Soul King, who can be his opponent."
Flender nodded, "Then follow the instructions of Haotian Douluo and guide him away from the Spirit Hall."
"What if he insists on joining the Spirit Hall? Do you really intend to hand him over to Haotian Douluo?" Zhao Wuji's face became solemn.
"If that's the case, we can only let him graduate early."
Flender said.
Maybe he is a profiteer and not a good dean, but he has always valued and protected talented students. After all, his lifelong ideal is to be able to carry forward Shrek Academy.