Douro Continent

Chapter 77 Golden Dragon Beard Needles on a Plate (Part 5)

"Brother, look, there's a small village over there. 𝒔𝒕𝒐520.𝒄𝒐𝒎●" Xiao Wu was at her sweetest when Tang San was carrying her on his back. At this moment, she would definitely call Tang San "brother" instead of calling him "little San".

Tang San looked in the direction Xiao Wu was pointing and saw a small village about a mile ahead. With the power of his Purple Demon Eyes, he could clearly make out that the village had about a hundred households, smaller than Holy Soul Village. A wooden fence surrounded the village, seemingly for protection against wild animals. A number of people seemed to be gathered at the village entrance; he wondered what had happened.

Tang San smiled and said, "Let's go ask around. Maybe the people in this village will know where Shrek Academy is. A Soul Master Academy should be quite famous."

Xiao Wu pointed ahead and said playfully, "Brother, speed up!"

Tang San gave her a light pat on her shapely buttocks with his backhand, then pushed off slightly with his feet and quickly walked towards the village.

Upon approaching, Tang San and Xiao Wu noticed something amiss. There was indeed a large group of people gathered at the village entrance, mostly teenagers of similar age to them, and many of them were accompanied by their parents.

At the village entrance stood a table, behind which sat an elderly man in his sixties. To Tang San and Xiao Wu's astonishment, a somewhat tattered plaque hung above the wooden archway at the village entrance, bearing the simple five characters: Shrek Academy. In front of these characters was a green head, resembling the head of a humanoid monster. It was green, and rather cute. The elderly man behind the table also wore a similar green circular badge on his chest. It was likely the Shrek Academy's emblem.

"No way." Xiao Wu jumped off Tang San's back, looking at the plaque in surprise, then looked back at Tang San. Both of them were somewhat astonished.

Even Notting Junior Soul Master Academy is much larger than this. Moreover, this clearly resembles an ordinary small village; the archway at the entrance is not only wooden but also less than a third the size of Notting Academy. How can this be called a Soul Master Academy?

"Brother, is the master mistaken? This doesn't look like an academy to me at all. Could it be a scam?"

Tang San smiled wryly and said, "Since we're already here, let's see what happens first."

At this moment, there were about a hundred applicants ahead of them in line, many of whom were frowning, clearly sharing the same thoughts as Xiao Wu.

The parents of the boy who was ahead of Tang San and Xiao Wu in line were with them. The boy's mother said, "Are you kidding me? This is supposed to be a Soul Master Academy, an academy that claims graduates can become Imperial Viscounts?"

The boy's father said somewhat uncertainly, "This is what the people from the Spirit Hall said, so it shouldn't be wrong, right? But this academy is really a bit dilapidated."

The boy said, "Dad, I don't want to study here. It's too embarrassing. I'd rather go to the Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy. After all, I was considered a genius back in the junior academy."

The boy's father frowned and said, "Since we're already here, let's wait a little longer. Perhaps this is a test. The real academy isn't here."

Similar conversations were quite common among the people in line, and most of the teenagers and their parents wore expressions of deep disappointment.

Tang San's gaze did not linger on the applicants for long. He looked at the front of the line, where the registration area was located. His eyesight and hearing were enhanced by the Xuan Tian Gong, and he could vaguely hear the conversations there.

The old man sitting behind the table, responsible for accepting registrations, looked lazy and listless. His clothes were, to put it nicely, simple, but by all accounts, he looked like an old man from a village, even less energetic than old Jack from Holy Soul Village.

At this moment, a young man came to the table to register. The old man said lazily, "The registration fee is ten gold soul coins; just put it in that box."

The boy's father, who was accompanying him, quickly took out ten gold soul coins and put them into a box made of several wooden planks.

Extend a hand.

The young man extended his hand to the old man, who squeezed it twice, shook his head, and said, "You're not old enough. You can leave now."

The boy paused for a moment, then turned to look at his father. There weren't many teenagers as precocious as Tang San.

His father quickly apologized with a smile, saying, "Teacher, my son just turned thirteen. Could you please make an exception?"

The old man said impatiently, "Don't bother the people behind you. Don't you know the academy's rules? We only accept children under thirteen. Anyone over thirteen is not accepted. You can leave now."

The boy's father said, "Then our registration fee..."

The old man said bluntly, "Once you register, your money will not be refunded."

Even a clay figure has some earthy spirit. The boy's father couldn't help but angrily say, "You're clearly just ripping us off. Refund our registration fee, or we won't leave. If we had known this so-called Shrek Academy was this lousy, we shouldn't have come."

The old man glanced at him and said calmly, "Mu Bai, someone wants a reward for your name. Take care of it."

A figure suddenly sprang up from the ground beside them. "If you want a refund of your fee, beat me and I'll return it all."

This person was Dai Mubai. Tang San hadn't seen him before because he was sitting to the side and blocked by the crowd. Slightly different from when Tang San and Xiao Wu saw him that day, the expression on his face now was somewhat helpless.

Without wasting words, Dai Mubai immediately activated his soul power, releasing all three of his soul rings: two hundred-year rings and one thousand-year ring. The surging soul power generated invisible pressure in the air, and his evil eyes flashed coldly as he looked at the father and son.

(End of this chapter)

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