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Chapter 69: The Sea God Pavilion Meeting
Night had fallen.
Within the pristine white walls of the Administration Area, the room designated for registration still burned brightly with light.
At the sound of movement at the door, the teacher who was busy organizing the registration forms instinctively looked up—and saw Battle Spirit Department Director Du Weilun walking in, accompanied by the Dean, Yan Shaozhe.
Caught off guard by the sudden arrival of these two, the teacher hurriedly rose to his feet, bowing respectfully.
"Director, Dean."
"Teacher Ma, there's no need for such formality. The Dean and I are simply here to take a look at the new students' situation," Du Weilun said as he waved a hand, motioning for him to sit. His gaze then fell on the registration forms in the teacher's hands, and he asked in a calm, even tone,
"Have you organized the forms for Class Five?"
"They're all ready."
Hearing this, Teacher Ma quickly nodded, fumbling nervously as he pulled out the registration forms for Class Five and handed them over with both hands.
"All here."
"Good work," Du Weilun said, accepting the forms—but instead of examining them himself, he handed them to Yan Shaozhe.
The reason they had come tonight was naturally related to Zhang Lexuan's earlier request to serve as a homeroom teacher for an outer academy class.
Although Elder Mu had personally approved the matter, how could they not be curious? Upon learning that Zhang Lexuan had indeed become the homeroom teacher for Class Five, Yan Shaozhe had wasted no time in bringing Du Weilun to check on the students in the class, eager to see if there was anything unusual.
As Yan Shaozhe flipped through the registration forms one by one, his gaze suddenly paused on a particular student's information.
Dai Huabin.
Martial Spirit: Evil-Eyed White Tiger. Spirit Power Level: 34th Rank. Spirit Ring Colors: Yellow, Yellow, Purple.
"Entering the academy already possessing Spirit Elder cultivation… truly a rare genius."
Du Weilun, looking over at the same form, couldn't hide the sparkle in his eyes as he took in this exceptional information.
"Dean, could this be the student who influenced the choice?" Du Weilun asked tentatively.
". . . Unlikely," Yan Shaozhe replied, shaking his head. His brows furrowed slightly. While it was extremely rare to see a twelve-year-old Spirit Elder, it had happened in past years.
Moreover, if they were talking about rarity and brilliance, Zhang Lexuan, in her twenties, already a Spirit Douluo with a Hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring, far surpassed this young noble heir in every respect. There was no way she would choose Class Five because of him.
Yan Shaozhe moved on from Dai Huabin, continuing to flip through the forms. Time ticked slowly until suddenly, both Du Weilun and he seemed to witness something utterly shocking. Their pupils contracted simultaneously.
"Martial Spirit: Elementalist… Spirit Power Level thirty-six… Spirit Ring Colors: Purple, Purple, Purple."
Stammering slightly as he read the details aloud, Du Weilun rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then inhaled sharply once certain he wasn't mistaken.
What was this? A genius among geniuses!
For ten thousand years, the talent of all Shrek Academy students seemed laughable in the presence of this girl, Gu Yuena.
Not only Du Weilun, but even Yan Shaozhe's grip on the registration form tightened instinctively. He understood far better than Du Weilun the weight of a first Spirit Ring that is a thousand years.
Even his teacher, Dragon God Douluo Mu En, had two yellow Spirit Rings of merely a hundred years each—and his talent didn't compare to this girl's.
Yan Shaozhe instinctively looked at Teacher Ma, excitement clear in his voice:
"Teacher Ma, the student named Gu Yuena… you didn't record this incorrectly, did you?"
"No… no," Teacher Ma quickly shook his head, equally stunned.
"This girl came with a young boy. Both of them already had the first two Spirit Rings in purple, which left a deep impression on me."
Du Weilun and Yan Shaozhe froze for a moment.
Another one?
Yan hastily flipped down one more form, revealing the student Gu Yuena had accompanied: Huo Yuhao.
Martial Spirit: Spirit Eyes. Spirit Power Level: 26th Rank. Spirit Ring Colors: Purple, Purple.
Though equally impressive, after the overwhelming brilliance of Gu Yuena, this seemed far less shocking in comparison.
Regardless, with a first Spirit Ring of a thousand years, Huo Yuhao was undoubtedly a genius among geniuses. At eleven years old and twenty-sixth rank, his potential was remarkable.
"Spirit Eyes… sounds like a Body Martial Spirit?" Du Weilun mused, glancing at Yan Shaozhe, his face still alight with excitement.
"Dean, this is another promising talent. Once their second awakening occurs, their strength will only grow further."
"Yes." Yan Shaozhe nodded, quickly reviewing the remaining forms, then gathered them and returned them to Teacher Ma.
"Keep this quiet, Old Du. Keep an eye on these two for now, and inform me immediately if anything noteworthy arises."
Du Weilun's expression hardened, nodding.
"Yes, Dean!"
Just then, a sudden gust of wind rattled the room door, and a hoarse voice reached their ears.
"Shaozhe."
Yan Shaozhe trembled slightly and replied respectfully, "Elder Xuan… what brings you here?"
"I've come to inform you: there's a situation in the outer academy. The Sea God Pavilion is convening an emergency meeting."
"What!?" Yan Shaozhe's pupils contracted sharply. A sudden meeting at this hour—had something urgent happened?
"Elder Xuan, what happened?"
"Two new students fought."
…What?
A blank expression crossed Yan Shaozhe's face. Two students fought, and this warrants a Sea God Pavilion meeting?
Is your mind broken, or mine? Are the elders really this idle these days?
"In any case, it's complicated. You'll understand when you arrive."
Elder Xuan seemed in a hurry, and after saying this, he quickly departed.
Watching the chaos outside the room gradually settle, Yan Shaozhe and Du Weilun exchanged a look, silent.
After a long pause, Yan Shaozhe spoke with belated realization:
"Old Du, check the students who fought Elder Xuan mentioned. I'll go attend the meeting first."
"Yes, Dean. Safe travels."
Sea God Pavilion.
Several of Shrek Academy's most respected elders gathered once more at the conference table, alongside the four deans.
The last Sea God Pavilion meeting had been convened over the Blood-Corrosion Dragon Lizard massacre—though Yan Shaozhe had originally thought of the matter in relation to Elder Xuan.
Looking toward the first seat in his row, Yan Shaozhe found Elder Xuan.
His disheveled hair partially obscured his aged face. One hand clutched a greasy chicken leg, the other a massive gourd of wine—eating and drinking with ease, completely at leisure.
Compared to the defeated and mournful figure he had been at their last meeting, this was a world of difference.
How wonderful! Yan Shaozhe thought, a smile creeping onto his lips.
Time had healed Elder Xuan's wounds, letting him rise above past sorrow and guilt, returning to become a pillar strong enough to support Shrek once more. {T/N: No worries. He will repeat that mistake again.}
(End of Chapter)