He really is a healing Soul Master.
"But the gap in your soul power is enormous. He's a Level 43 Soul Ancestor."
Mu En did not hide anything.
He even stated Tang Feng's soul power level with absolute precision.
When Tang Feng had grabbed his wrist earlier, Mu En had already probed his cultivation.
To his surprise, the boy's soul power had reached Level 43.
A healing Soul Master—yet his cultivation speed far surpassed that of ordinary people.
It had to be said that Tang Feng's identity as a chosen inheritor of a god truly lived up to its name.
Such cultivation speed would be shocking even within Shrek Academy.
Take this year's freshmen, for example—
Only three had reached the Soul Elder realm.
Compared to Tang Feng, a healing-system Soul Ancestor, the gap was enormous.
After all, Tang Feng possessed an Extreme Life Attribute.
After reaching Level 30, his cultivation speed should have slowed dramatically.
The only question was whether Tang Feng's soul power had been boosted by a Divine Trial.
"That bastard—what kind of heavenly treasures did he eat to become a Soul Ancestor at twelve?!"
Wang Dong felt as though the sky had collapsed.
As the young master of the Clear Sky Sect, a genius with innate full soul power, she had only just become a Great Soul Master.
Yet the first random bastard she ran into at Shrek Academy was already a Soul Ancestor.
Had the Clear Sky Sect been hidden from the world for too long, completely out of touch with reality?
Neither First Father nor Second Father had ever told her that geniuses outside were this terrifying!
"Hurry up and go inside."
"He's waiting for you to clean the dormitory."
Mu En smiled kindly.
This little girl would probably suffer quite a bit living with Tang Feng in the future.
The two sect masters of the Clear Sky Sect had sent Wang Dong here—
most likely for that boy.
If anyone was closest to Sea God Tang San, it was undoubtedly the Clear Sky Sect, his original clan.
Mu En only knew that Tang Feng had received a divine inheritance.
But the two sect masters of the Clear Sky Sect might very well know exactly which god it was, through Tang San.
The Clear Sky Sect's young master had disguised herself as a man and been precisely arranged into the same dormitory as Tang Feng.
This meant that the god backing that boy was neither low in status nor weak in power.
On the other side,
Wang Dong walked back into the dormitory with her head drooping, wearing a metaphorical mask of suffering.
She waved the broom around, sending dust flying everywhere, occasionally glancing at Tang Feng.
That resentful little look—
made it seem as though Tang Feng had bullied her terribly.
"Tang Feng… about my five conditions…"
Wang Dong asked tentatively.
Those five rules were her biggest demands.
If Tang Feng refused to compromise, she would probably request a dorm change—preferably a single room.
"Cleaning is yours. Everything else is fine."
Tang Feng had no problem meeting the conditions.
Cleaning was the only hard line—he had no intention of lifting a finger.
Other than that, he didn't care.
"Deal."
"I heard from that old grandpa—you're already a Soul Ancestor?"
Wang Dong accepted defeat honorably.
Losing to a healing Soul Master was humiliating enough.
If she tried to go back on her word now—
She probably wouldn't be able to show her face at Shrek Academy ever again.
"Just luck."
Tang Feng wasn't surprised.
When he interacted with Mu En earlier, he had already anticipated that his strength might be exposed.
After all, he had done it deliberately—
to let the Sea God Pavilion know that he had arrived.
From the very beginning, he had never planned to follow the academy's routine step by step.
He only needed to exchange for resources.
Such as the cultivation experience of Extreme Attribute Soul Masters, or opportunities to cultivate within the Golden Tree.
As for what the Outer Court taught—
It was essentially useless.
In front of Concept-Level Traits, everything else was nothing but illusion.
"If only I could be that lucky."
Wang Dong snorted.
If luck really worked that way, everyone would already be Soul Elders or Soul Ancestors.
After finishing the cleaning, Wang Dong begged and pleaded until she finally persuaded Tang Feng to go out.
She took a bath in the dormitory, then dragged Tang Feng along to the cafeteria for food.
The two spent the night without further incident—
the final evening before classes officially began.
Early the next morning,
Wang Dong woke up from sleep and immediately saw Tang Feng cultivating.
"He's already a Soul Ancestor, and he's still working this hard?"
Wang Dong shook her head.
Grinding her teeth, she shot Tang Feng a fierce glare.
They had gone to rest together last night—when had he entered cultivation?
What a scheming guy.
Cultivating behind her back!
"Tang Feng?"
Wang Dong called out tentatively.
There was no response.
Instead, dense life energy radiated from around Tang Feng's body.
Originally still half-asleep, Wang Dong instantly felt refreshed and clear-headed as she drew closer.
"Why aren't you waking up?"
Wang Dong waited for a long time.
Tang Feng showed no sign of awakening.
As time passed, Wang Dong realized she would be late if she didn't leave now.
So she rushed toward the teaching building, planning to request leave for Tang Feng later.
At this moment,
Tang Feng had already entered a deep state of cultivation.
Meanwhile, on Wang Dong's side—
Before she could even ask for leave, she was called to stand up for fighting.
Zhou Yi's very first class was meant to give the students a harsh wake-up call.
When she learned that only one person had fought before school even began—
All the other students were punished with one hundred laps around the field.
"Teacher Zhou, I'd like to request leave for Tang Feng."
"He's the roommate who fought with me."
Wang Dong finally seized the opportunity to speak on Tang Feng's behalf.
"Requesting leave on the first class?"
Zhou Yi sneered.
After teaching so many classes, this was the first time she had ever encountered such a thing.
Or was this new student deliberately skipping class because he knew the first lesson would be brutal?
"Tang Feng. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Level 31 Healing-system Soul Elder?"
"A perfectly good control-type Martial Soul, yet he chose to cultivate healing instead. With such outstanding talent, refusing to follow the ancestral path—he's bound to become useless sooner or later."
Zhou Yi had an extremely poor impression of Tang Feng.
Reaching the Soul Elder realm before the age of twelve meant he was at least born with innate full soul power.
Otherwise, how could his cultivation speed surpass even the ancestral Blue Silver Grass lineage?
In her view, Tang Feng had probably been beaten by Wang Dong and was too ashamed to show his face, which was why he didn't dare attend class.
"I don't care what method you use—bring him here immediately."
"If he doesn't come, expel him on the spot."
Zhou Yi spoke coldly.
What she despised most in her life was trash students like Tang Feng.
As the saying went—
A Soul Master who doesn't dare to cause trouble isn't good.
But causing trouble and then choosing to flee—
That was even worse. Utter trash.
Tang Feng reaching Soul Elder by twelve was probably like Ning Tian of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—
propped up entirely by family resources.
After all, the recommendation letter showed that it came from the City Lord of Star Luo City.
As the capital of the Star Luo Empire,
anyone recommended by the city lord would undoubtedly have an extraordinary background.
But at Shrek Academy—
even a dragon must coil, and even a tiger must lie low.
All students were treated equally.
"Teacher Zhou, I'll go get him right away."
Wang Dong hurried off.
She hadn't reclaimed her dignity from losing to a healing Soul Master yet.
If Tang Feng were expelled just like that—
It would become a lifelong stain on her record.
"When you come back, both of you will complete the same task as everyone else—one hundred laps within the allotted time."
"Fail, and you'll be expelled as well."
Zhou Yi said coldly.
There was no way a healing Soul Master like Tang Feng could finish one hundred laps within the time limit.
She had already delayed Wang Dong somewhat.
By the time Wang Dong brought Tang Feng back, there would be very little time left.
As a battle-type Soul Master, Wang Dong might still be able to complete the task.
But Tang Feng?
With his inherently weak physique as a healing Soul Master—
expulsion was his only possible outcome.
Zhou Yi did not need forsuch clever little tricksters among her students.