Under Zhang Fan's guidance, the blacksmiths gradually got the hang of it and learned how to proceed with the manufacturing.
Afterward, they departed.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo followed at the side.
They were the jade pillar that held up the heavens and the golden beam that spanned the seas for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—the twin guardian deities of the sect.
They were also one of the key reasons the sect had always remained among the top seven.
Sword Douluo stood to the side, feeling a bit dejected. Originally, he had good intentions to offer some guidance to the youth, only to discover that his own swordsmanship paled in comparison.
He helplessly shook his head.
Bone Douluo stood beside him, knowing full well what was on his mind. But he simply shook his head and said nothing.
Even a lifelong sword fanatic could hit a wall.
Soon after, Zhang Fan and the others left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Xue Qinghe watched Zhang Fan's departing back, eyes flashing with affection and reluctance.
Zhang Fan and company returned to Shrek Academy.
Flender summoned Zhang Fan, Liu Erlong, and Zhao Wuji:
"What's the plan for the school uniforms?"
"I've already designed them!" Zhang Fan immediately pulled out the design sketches and handed them to Flender.
"This is a bit loose and flowy!"
Flender stared at the sketches for a long while. This was... not what he had imagined at all.
"This is great!"
Liu Erlong's eyes lit up as soon as she saw the designs. It was the first time she'd seen such a style—full of mystique and unique charm.
"Here's 1,000 gold soul coins. Use only the best fabric!"
Zhang Fan handed Flender a 1,000-coin bill.
"Alright!"
Flender nodded:
"Where will the Shrek emblem be placed?"
"Embroider a few small words and a little emblem on the right chest. Don't change anything else, and no advertisements. I've got more than enough gold soul coins!"
Zhang Fan certainly didn't want Flender to mess around and turn it into some weird school uniform.
"Fine then!"
Flender nodded again:
"That works for me. I've made a lot of money lately anyway!"
Previously, Flender had made a small fortune betting on the Shrek team in Soto City, so he just followed Zhang Fan's instructions.
Soon, the uniforms were made.
Zhao Wuji had them distributed.
Each of them received three sets, allowing them to rotate through them.
"Wow… these uniforms look amazing!"
Xiao Wu's eyes lit up when she saw the uniforms. They radiated a mysterious Eastern charm, elegant and distinctive.
The fabric was soft in her hands, and she couldn't get enough of it.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also loved them.
Even Tang San, upon seeing the uniforms, felt that they didn't quite match his own temperament.
"Alright, everyone get changed!" Flender said.
Zhang Fan and the others all changed into the uniforms.
"They really do look great!"
Flender had thought they'd look a bit baggy, but he didn't expect them to be this flattering:
"Zhang Fan's fashion sense is top-notch."
"You flatter me." Zhang Fan shrugged.
Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing stepped out wearing the uniforms. Ethereal, breathtaking, like they had walked out of a dream.
Everyone stared in a daze.
Each of the three beauties had their own charm, but all were stunning.
Zhu Zhuqing still had her cool, curvy figure.
Xiao Wu bounced around, lively and adorable.
Ning Rongrong wore a pure and radiant smile.
"Alright, let's talk business. The academy has six classes total, divided by level. As long as your level meets the requirement, you can advance—no exams necessary.
Only at graduation do you have exams: one practical combat test and one graduation mission. The classes are split like this—Level 20 to 25 spans three classes with over 120 students, the largest group.
Those above Level 30 belong to the senior class, which includes you all—just over 30 people. Most are older than you, some over 30."
Flender pushed up his black-framed glasses as he spoke.
Soon, the other senior students began gathering at the field.
"You see them? From now on, these uniforms will be standard. Pay up if you want one!" Flender said to the senior students.
"Yes!" The students all nodded. They hadn't expected the new uniforms to look so good.
The girls, especially, were quite fond of them.
"Got it!" they all responded.
After that, Flender and the others left.
Zhang Fan stood surrounded by the three beauties, which made many young men burn with jealousy—eyes filled with envy.
"Seems like you three are quite popular. All those guys are staring at you."
Zhang Fan said to Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.
"A bunch of boring old uncles—not worth noticing!" Xiao Wu huffed.
"Mhm, in my eyes, Fan-ge is the most handsome!" Ning Rongrong smiled at Zhang Fan, her eyes brimming with affection.
"Fan-ge is the best!" Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes were filled with nothing but Zhang Fan.
"And you three are wonderful too!" Zhang Fan felt quite pleased with himself.
Just then, four tall and burly youths walked over from the side.
"You newcomers sure are lucky—already wearing the new uniforms. Do you even know the rules of the senior class?"
The muscular young man looked at Zhang Fan and barked coldly.
"What rules?" Zhang Fan tilted his head.
"No one is allowed to stand beside these three beauties. Who gave you permission to stand there?"
The muscular youth snapped coldly.
"What kind of trash rule is that?"
Xiao Wu clung to Zhang Fan's arm.
"Yeah! We'll be with whoever we want!"
Ning Rongrong snapped.
"Annoying!" Zhu Zhuqing shot a cold glare at the muscular youth.
"This is between men—don't interfere!"
The muscular youth hadn't expected these three girls to be so infatuated, but he still kept his icy front.
"Oh… so what exactly is the rule?" Zhang Fan said calmly.
"You've got two choices: duel me one-on-one—if you win, you're free to do as you please. Or scram!"
The muscular youth said arrogantly.
"You? Duel me?" Zhang Fan said with complete indifference.
"You're asking for it!" The muscular youth didn't expect this guy to be so unfazed, and anger flared in his chest.
"Ding! Dialogue modification quest triggered."
[The muscular youth suddenly throws a punch at you.]
Zhang Fan sneered and changed "you" to "his own teammate."
"Ding! Scene modification successful. The storyline's a bit chaotic. Reward: 60 modification points."
Just as the muscular youth was about to punch Zhang Fan, his fist veered off bizarrely, whoosh—and slammed into his own teammate.
"Bang!" One of his companions got nailed in the face, twisted sideways, and spat out blood in complete confusion:
"Ugh… Tailong… what the hell!?"
"Bang!" Tailong went berserk like a rabid dog. His soul rings slowly rose—two yellow, one purple. His spirit: the Strength Gorilla, had been summoned.
"Bang!"
He landed another heavy punch into another teammate's stomach.
"Bang!" With a loud thud, that teammate doubled over like a shrimp and flew backward.
"Bang! Bang!"
He knocked out three of his own men in an instant.
After all, Tailong was a level-37 Battle Soul Master—his strength far surpassed his companions.
His teammates were completely dumbfounded.
"Ahhh! Tailong, what are you doing!? You're supposed to hit him, not us!"
"Are you nuts!?"
"He's gone completely bonkers!"
Tailong's teammates writhed and wailed on the ground.
(End of Chapter)