Because of the cocoon, the three pet beasts' strength improved much faster. Skydream couldn't absorb all the ten-thousand-year ice marrow, so a large part of the cocoon was now pure ice marrow energy.
Unlike soul beast meat, which loses some energy after being eaten, pure ice marrow doesn't lose potency.
Skydream-brand power bank, indeed.
Su Wen nodded in satisfaction.
As for nurturing his beasts,
He couldn't slack off himself either.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly circulating his Golden Core technique. With each breath, his soul power gradually rose, and his whole body radiated a faint golden light.
The room shimmered with gold, but Ma Xiaotao slept deeply, as if used to Su Wen's early morning cultivation.
Two hours later.
Su Wen finished, the room returning to normal. Seeing Ma Xiaotao still asleep, he quietly got dressed and left.
…
…
A few days passed in a flash.
When Su Wen wasn't cultivating, he wandered the outer courtyard.
There were groups of new students signing up. Occasionally, Ning Tian would drag him to stroll along Shrek City's commercial street, with Wu Feng trailing behind like a bullied little servant carrying their bags, her mouth practically pouting to the sky. Su Wen and Ning Tian's relationship had grown closer; the girl would naturally link arms with him, looking just like a young couple.
They also visited the arena, which was lively with energetic teens eager to let off steam. With professional teachers supervising, any disasters could be stopped quickly, and with enough fame, you could even sell tickets for extra cash.
For example, yesterday there was a match between Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi, which had the crowd roaring with excitement. In the end, Xu Sanshi admitted defeat, glaring angrily at Bei Bei as if unwilling to lose.
But Su Wen knew their secret.
They were playing black market matches.
The two were actually great friends; the outcome was just for money.
He even saw Tang Ya cheering wildly from the sidelines.
But he hadn't seen Huo Yuhao, who was probably diligently cultivating in the dorm…
With his three pet beasts quiet, the Beast Battle Arena had returned to normal. But this year, for the second-year assessment, Elder Gong was in trouble—without Su Wen's beasts to keep order, a few tough Soul Elders were eyeing his thousand-year soul beast, and he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to borrow Su Wen's beasts, but they were all asleep, so he could only leave helplessly.
The Sea God Pavilion even held a special meeting about Su Wen.
Most likely about a cultivation plan.
At the start, Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er argued fiercely, neither willing to back down. The soul tool department didn't want to give up—they insisted Su Wen's talent was extraordinary. Not a spiritual-type soul master? Just catch a spiritual beast! He's a chosen soul engineer!
In the end, Mu En gave a compromise—Su Wen chose the martial soul department himself, so that's settled. As for whether he should also study soul engineering, just ask him.
And as for the so-called cultivation plan, Elder Mu sternly refused.
"This child is not a tool to be manipulated. He has his own ideas. No one is to dictate his training path—he chooses for himself. Anyone who tries to interfere will answer to me."
The elders finally fell silent.
Control versus cultivation—the line was delicate.
…
Academic office.
Zhou Yi was throwing a small tantrum. She didn't dare yell at Director Du Weilan, so she could only suppress her anger: "Director, why does my new Class 1 not have a single Soul Elder? Mu Jin's new Class 2 has four! Isn't this unfair to me and the other new teachers?"
"Mu Jin isn't some master teacher—why does she get such a luxurious class? I object!"
"…."
Du Weilan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
If not for Fan Yu, he wouldn't let this shrew run wild.
He could only restrain himself: "The students' parents made the choices themselves. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess insisted on Class 2, so did Xie Huanyue's father. Even the White Tiger Duke's Dai Huabin was supposed to be in your class, but after hearing that Su Wen was in Class 2, the Duchess did everything to get him moved…"
"What right do I have to change the classes?"
"Some parents even went to Dean Yan…"
Du Weilan really wanted to add, Even if they didn't join Class 2, you wouldn't get them anyway. Don't you know your own value? Even Class 9's Ling Yi is a better teacher than you.
Zhou Yi's face darkened.
She wanted to yell "Are you blind?" but held it in.
She still hadn't figured out Su Wen's identity, and even when she asked her husband at night, he advised her not to mess with Su Wen. Angry, she made Fan Yu sleep in the next room for several nights, but he wouldn't say a word, which told her Su Wen must be someone with connections to the Sea God Pavilion.
"Hey, isn't that Teacher Zhou?" Mu Jin walked by with a smug look.
She glanced disdainfully at Zhou Yi's retreating figure.
That nasty temper—she even kicks passing dogs. In the end, she provoked someone she shouldn't have, and now her class had four Soul Elders, including a near-monster genius. When she saw Class 2's student roster a few days ago, her shout was heard down the whole hallway.
Level 39, eleven years old.
That kind of monstrous talent—forget a hundred years, even in the academy's thousand-year history, he'd stand out.
"Congratulations, Teacher Mu Jin," Du Weilan said with a smile.
"Oh, it's nothing—just the trust of the parents…" Mu Jin smiled radiantly.
…
Morning.
Xie Huanyue sprang up. "Today's the first day of school! Boss, let's…"
He turned around.
Only to see Su Wen, biting into a steaming hot meat bun, dressed in a white school uniform. The Shrek Academy acceptance letter stated you could custom-make your uniform or buy the academy's standard sizes.
Those who could, chose custom.
Shrek had existed for thousands of years, with minor changes to the uniform each year. Every tailor shop in the continent's cities would get the news and update their patterns, so you could just walk into any shop and get a perfect fit. Compared to that, the academy's ready-made uniforms were a bit off, as they only came in a few sizes.
Ning Tian and Wu Feng, for example, had their uniforms custom-made by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's own tailors.
Su Wen's uniform was hand-sewn by Jiang Nannan's mother over two months, full of love.
He slipped on his shoes, brushed his soul tool ring, and a big bag of meat buns appeared in his hand, which he tossed over.
"Hehe."
Xie Huanyue blushed. Since when did a lackey let his boss buy breakfast? He'd have to get up earlier next time.
He patted his head, wolfed down the buns, and started getting dressed.
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