"Feng Zhi, Rongrong's transformation is a great joyous event for the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."
"You don't have to worry about her future anymore."
A joyful look appeared on Jian Douluo's face as he gazed at the lively girl in front of him with gentle eyes.
"Hmph, Dad, do you think I won't be able to support the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect in the future?"
Ning Rongrong pouted with mild dissatisfaction.
Ning Fengzhi, standing nearby, finally came to his senses and laughed.
"How could that be? Our little princess is the most capable of all. Naturally, she can manage the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect in an orderly fashion."
"This time, it's all thanks to Ma Hongjun. When you go back, remember to prepare some thank-you gifts for him."
Ning Fengzhi returned to his seat and glanced at Jian Douluo beside him.
Ordinary gifts were no longer suitable, but fortunately, Jian Douluo had already agreed to take Ma Hongjun as his disciple and teach him swordsmanship.
"This Scarlet Cloud Sword was the first sword my master gave me when I began learning swordsmanship."
"Although it's not a rare treasure, after so many years of being nourished by my sword spirit, it now contains a trace of sword intent."
"For a beginner, it's an excellent gift."
Jian Douluo smiled and took out a black box adorned with a simple yet elegant pattern.
Ning Rongrong curiously opened the box.
Inside lay a dark red longsword. Its blade shimmered faintly with cold light, hinting at its extraordinary nature.
"Grandpa Jian, don't you treasure this sword greatly?"
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in disbelief.
This sword had accompanied Jian Douluo through countless battles. Only after his strength had grown beyond its use did he put it away.
"Hahahaha, this old fellow has taken a real liking to his disciple and is ready to train him well."
Bone Douluo laughed heartily, though a trace of envy glimmered in his eyes.
For people like them, descendants were out of the question.
The closest they could have was a personal disciple.
But for a Titled Douluo, finding someone worthy to train personally was extremely difficult—they disdained those who lacked talent or character.
It was rare to find a youth like Ma Hongjun, who possessed both exceptional talent and a strong will.
If the old guy hadn't acted so quickly, Bone Douluo might have tried to take him as his own disciple.
"Don't even think about it, old man. You and this boy are not suited for each other."
Chen Xin shot Gu Rong a displeased look.
"That boy's Phoenix Flame is pure yang—perfectly suited to counter your… darker attributes."
"If you wanted to take him as your disciple, the most you could offer would be general cultivation advice."
"There are tens of Titled Douluo, but who can compare to you?"
Bone Douluo almost leapt to his feet in anger after hearing that.
Ning Rongrong burst into laughter, while Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at his two quarreling brothers.
When they returned to Blue Tyrant Academy, Flander immediately ordered Zhao Wuji and the others to take turns sparring with the Shrek Seven Monsters.
The strength of this group had increased rapidly, and they needed to adapt to their new power.
Zhao Wuji and the others were quick to complain.
The improvement in the little monsters' abilities made sparring with them extremely difficult—especially when he and Qin Ming teamed up against them.
In the courtyard—
"Boss, why don't you do it yourself? These little monsters have gotten far too strong," Zhao Wuji groaned, rubbing the bruise on his wrist.
No one knew what Ma Hongjun had eaten to grow so quickly, but his brute force had become even more terrifying than Zhao Wuji's own.
His martial spirit was famous for its strength, yet he couldn't even shake the boy.
"Dean, the strength of these students is so remarkable that if the Royal Academy found out, they'd regret letting them go." Qin Ming's voice was calm.
He had deep feelings for Shrek Academy.
Without the dean's guidance, he wouldn't be the Qin Ming he was today.
The stronger and more famous Shrek became, the happier he felt.
"Ah, these kids are just working hard on their own. As teachers, all we can do is give them a hand and help them go further."
Flander waved it off, but the pride on his face was unmistakable.
Zhao Wuji shot him a look of irritation.
Of course this old guy would be proud—after all, his students were extraordinary.
"Dean, if we want to participate in the Advanced Soul Master Competition, we should continue their training."
"But with our current finances, it'll still be difficult to support the entire team through the competition," Tangdou said.
Flander's expression grew serious.
Liu Erlong, standing to the side, spoke up.
"Why are we worrying so much? Blue Tyrant Academy can serve as the base for the entire Shrek Academy."
"In that case, we'll just change the name of Blue Tyrant Academy to Shrek Academy. From now on, Flander will be the dean, and I'll be the vice-dean."
She said it casually, as if it were nothing.
She had founded Blue Tyrant Academy merely to ease her loneliness.
Once the academy was stable, she no longer involved herself in its management, so handing it over now didn't trouble her at all.
Besides, Flander was her man—what belonged to him was hers.
These little monsters were so talented that Shrek Academy was destined to become famous.
For her, there was nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Zhao Wuji hadn't expected Liu Erlong to be so generous, simply giving away such a large academy.
The long-time followers of Flander were stunned.
They didn't have that kind of courage.
Flander's eyes curved with delight.
"I'll gladly accept what Erlong is giving me."
The smug look on his face made Zhao Wuji and the others roll their eyes.
"This old guy is really lucky," Zhao Wuji muttered to Tangdou.
But Flander gave Zhao Wuji a sharp kick.
"You think I didn't hear you just because you whispered?"
His eyes narrowed, and the pressure of a Spirit Douluo spread through the air.
Zhao Wuji immediately fell silent and shook his head.
"Erlong, your academy has competed in the Advanced Soul Master Competition before. This time, you should explain the rules to these little monsters."
Flander turned to Liu Erlong.
He knew some of the rules himself, but since he had never participated, his explanation would be incomplete.
Liu Erlong nodded.
"Although the seven of them can form a team, we still need a few substitutes, just in case."
"Having substitutes can also help hide the team's full strength and keep the enemy guessing."
Her expression was serious as she considered possible candidates.
"I'll arrange the substitutes," she said, and the others nodded in agreement.