Douro Continent

Chapter 107 The True Colors of a Witch (Part 1)

"Please forgive me, Sect Master. There is at least one Soul Saint and several Soul Emperor level experts within Shrek Academy. I am incompetent and unable to investigate. However, I have already given the letter you entrusted to me to the teachers at Shrek Academy. It will surely fall into the hands of their dean."

A slight smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face. "Flander, Flander, you really are a man of ideals. I'd like to see what kind of person you can raise my daughter into. Perhaps, only by leaving home will that little devil become more sensible. Alright, you may leave."

"Yes, Sect Master." The young man quickly retreated.

A powerful voice resounded in the hall, seemingly coming from all directions, causing the hall to tremble. "Feng Zhi, are you really so comfortable leaving Rongrong out there alone? Do you think Shrek Academy can teach her any better than us? No, I have to go and bring Rongrong back. I can't leave her out there unattended."

As the voice appeared, an old man with white hair and beard, but a face as delicate as a baby's, walked out from the back hall and sat down casually in a chair next to Sect Master Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi looked helpless. "Uncle Jian, even for your sake and Uncle Long's sake, I can't let this girl stay in the sect. You two spoil her too much. She's unmanageable at home. Letting her go out and receive some education might change things."

Uncle Jian said with dissatisfaction, "Who said we spoil Rongrong? You only see Rongrong's playful side, not her well-behaved side. You have many sons, but only one daughter. You really have the heart to do that."

Ning Fengzhi resolutely said, "Uncle Jian, no matter what, I won't go to her this time, and neither can you and Uncle Long. You don't need to worry about Rongrong's safety at all. The dean of that Shrek Academy was the first elite member of the Golden Iron Triangle. He couldn't possibly not recognize our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's martial soul. With him protecting her, Rongrong will be fine."

Uncle Jian snorted angrily, "If Rongrong gets into trouble, I'll hold you responsible. I'm feeling a bit stiff; I'm going to find Old Bone Dragon to stretch my muscles."

Let alone within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, there are very few people in the entire Douluo Continent who dare to speak to Ning Fengzhi like that. And the old man before him is clearly one of them. Although Ning Fengzhi appears to be in his forties, he is actually over sixty years old. Ning Rongrong is his youngest child and only daughter.

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As night fell, Flander, the four-eyed owl and dean of Shrek Academy, stood on the large playground, looking at all seven students before him.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing, with her icy expression and neat demeanor, were all ready for class that evening, each one full of energy.

However, Flander's attention was not on them, but on the other two trainees.

"Oscar, have you finished twenty laps?" Flander's gaze was sharp, making people afraid to meet his eyes.

For some reason, Tang San didn't see any other teachers from the academy today, including Zhao Wuji. It seemed that only the seven students and the dean were present in the entire academy.

Oscar coughed, nodded, and said, "Dean, I'm done running."

Flanders scoffed. "I'm asking you all, not you."

Oscar turned to look at Ning Rongrong, who was also looking at him with a pair of beautiful, innocent eyes.

Oscar gritted his teeth, nodded, and said, "Yes, we've all finished running."

Flander smiled, and if Tang San were to describe his smile, the word "insidious" would be most fitting.

"Very good, Oscar, I didn't expect you to be so friendly. Come here." Flander pointed to the spot in front of him.

Oscar gave a wry smile, but he didn't look at Ning Rongrong again. He strode over and stood in front of Flander.

Flander slowly raised his right hand and lightly patted Oscar's shoulder. "I admire your spirit of friendship. In that case, go run twenty more laps and let me see just how deep your friendship really is. You don't need to eat until you finish. I've sealed your soul power; don't try to undo it. Go."

Oscar didn't say anything, just nodded silently, and turned to run outside.

Flander's gaze shifted to Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others. "Don't you understand why I did this? Why I made him keep running?"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were familiar with Flander's temperament and remained silent. Zhu Zhuqing, naturally cold, simply looked at him indifferently. Tang San and Xiao Wu, however, nodded subconsciously. They truly didn't understand why Flander would do this.

Flander's face still wore that chilling smile. "Because he lied. Even if he lied out of friendship or for some other reason, it was still a lie. You're all still children, and lying is the worst virtue. I hope you understand."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted from Tang San and his group to Ning Rongrong, who looked innocent and pitiful. "Tell me, have you finished the lessons I assigned this morning?"

Ning Rongrong honestly shook her head and said, "No. The distance is too long, and I'm hungry. I can't keep going."

Flander smiled slightly and said, "So, you went to Soto City by yourself, had a big meal, strolled around Soto City's commercial street, and just came back to find Oscar, right?"

Ning Rongrong widened her beautiful eyes. "You're spying on me?"

Flander's face immediately turned cold. "As the dean, I am responsible for every student in the academy. If Oscar lied because he couldn't bear to punish you, that might be somewhat understandable. But the mistakes you made are unforgivable. Leaving the academy without permission, disobeying the academy's arrangements, and having a senior lie for you—none of these are mistakes a good Soul Master should make. If this were on the battlefield, there would only be one outcome for you: military law, and death."

(End of this chapter)

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