"Didn't you say you had information on the Shrek Academy participants?"
Jing Hongchen asked without turning his head.
"Give me a moment."
Wang Lin nodded, took out paper and a pen from his storage soul tool, and wrote the information right in front of Jing Hongchen.
"You!" Jing Hongchen looked at Wang Lin's actions but couldn't openly lose his temper. His expression became difficult to read.
Wang Lin recalled the original work and wrote down the names, martial souls, and approximate cultivation levels of the members who participated in the first competition of Shrek Academy.
Of course, he did not write down the second martial souls of Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong. That was not intelligence he could possess at this moment.
After a brief scan, confirming the information on the paper was correct, Wang Lin handed the intelligence directly to Jing Hongchen.
Jing Hongchen only glanced at it briefly before saying in a deep voice: "Brat, are you messing with me? Did Shrek Academy's main team only send three members? Are they going to rely on the reserve team members to fight the competition?"
Jing Hongchen's doubt was understandable. The list Wang Lin provided only had information on ten members. Apart from two Soul Emperors and a Soul King, none of the remaining seven members were over fifteen years old, and some were even Soul Grandmasters.
"No, Head, there really are only ten members. There might be some discrepancies, but it won't be far from the truth. I can guarantee it."
Wang Lin was also helpless. Shrek Academy was indeed relying on its reserve team members to compete.
It was all because Xuan Zi was too "effective," a Level 98 Super Douluo, who allowed an Evil Soul Master of Soul King rank to kill one main team member and cripple three others.
When he recalled this plotline these past two days, he even wondered if Xuan Zi was truly the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Jing Hongchen stared at him for a long time and then suddenly said: "Does your Holy Spirit Cult dare to attack even Shrek Academy?"
"Uh..." Wang Lin was stunned for a moment but did not offer an explanation. He let Jing Hongchen misunderstand him. This perfectly explained his source of intelligence.
"I will accept this intelligence. If it is true, consider me owing you, Wang Lin, a favor." Jing Hongchen looked at Wang Lin's expression, no longer doubtful, and put away the intelligence.
"Mm." Wang Lin nodded, understanding Jing Hongchen's meaning.
After saying that, Jing Hongchen pushed open Wang Lin's room door.
Click!
The door was pushed open slightly but then pulled shut by Jing Hongchen. He suddenly sighed softly and said.
"You have great talent in soul tools. I sincerely hope you don't fall into depravity, otherwise, I can only expel you from the academy, regardless of who is backing you."
After saying that, Jing Hongchen pushed open the door and left.
"I won't." Wang Lin said softly. Although he wasn't at the academy, he was inevitably drawn into the various turmoils of the Sun Moon Empire.
First, the sudden appearance of Ye Xishui, and then Jing Hongchen's last sentence. He had indeed underestimated the impact of the Soul Motor.
Without dwelling on it, after Jing Hongchen left, Wang Lin, in Yanzu's appearance, left the room and walked toward Xiao Hongchen's room.
Bang bang bang!
A knock on the door sounded. Xiao Hongchen immediately opened the door and said with a smile: "You're here."
"Mm." Wang Lin nodded, walked into the room. The golden patterns on his skin flashed, and his figure transformed, changing back to his original appearance.
Click!
Xiao Hongchen closed the door, turned back, and saw Wang Lin revert to his original appearance. He nodded: "It still feels more comfortable looking at you like this."
"Of course." Wang Lin nodded, noticing Meng Hongchen was also in the room. He greeted her: "Hello, Xiao Meng."
"Hello." Meng Hongchen smiled and nodded. "Where have you been? Why didn't you return to the academy to report?"
"I got lost while hunting for a soul ring in the Far North, so I was late. I figured since I was already late, I might as well come to Star Luo City to take a look, so I wasn't in a hurry to go back."
Wang Lin explained casually.
"Lying to me. The two places are so far apart. How could you coincidentally run to Star Luo City?" Xiao Hongchen looked unconvinced.
"You saw right through me. I actually came here because I was worried about you, Little Xiao." Wang Lin grabbed Xiao Hongchen, pretending to be serious.
"You're disgusting." Xiao Hongchen immediately shook off Wang Lin in disgust. "And don't call me Little Xiao."
"Alright, Little Xiao." Wang Lin nodded. Xiao Hongchen was annoyed but powerless, so he could only pretend not to hear.
"But how did you manage that transformation just now? A soul skill or a soul tool?"
"Of course, it's a soul skill. I went to the Far North precisely for this soul skill."
Wang Lin told the truth. A golden light flashed on the surface of his body, and he transformed directly into Xiao Hongchen's appearance.
"Amazing. What's the name of this soul skill?" Xiao Hongchen seriously examined the exact replica of himself and asked.
"Spiritual Mimicry." Wang Lin said. He noticed Meng Hongchen looking at him strangely from the side, even seeming to sniffle.
"Xiao Meng, are you hungry?"
Meng Hongchen snapped back to reality, her face flushing. She shook her head and said: "No. For a moment, you smelled so good!"
Xiao Hongchen: !!!
"Huh?" Wang Lin was stunned for a moment. Just from that one sentence, he could feel Xiao Hongchen's eyes becoming dangerous as he looked at him.
"Don't misunderstand. It was the scent of food." The young girl's face was flushed with embarrassment. She quickly waved her hands in explanation.
"The scent of food?" Wang Lin instantly realized. This was likely due to the martial soul.
Soul beasts like the Ice Silkworm held an ecological niche in the Far North similar to antelopes and wildebeest on the African savanna; they were food.
The exoskeleton shedding that Wang Lin fused with was that of a million-year-old Ice Silkworm.
Although it was only the shedding, it had high years of cultivation, and was full of essence. It held immense attraction for any soul beast that primarily fed on Ice Silkworms.
Meng Hongchen's martial soul, the Vermilion Ice Toad, was one of the soul beasts that primarily fed on Ice Silkworms.
"What scent of food?" Xiao Hongchen looked confused, but his vigilance towards Wang Lin had not lessened.
"It should be because of our martial souls. Xiao Meng's martial soul is the Vermilion Ice Toad, and my Spiritual Mimicry soul skill comes from the Ice Silkworm. The Ice Silkworm is one of the Vermilion Ice Toad's primary food sources."
"It's possible that the aura produced when I release the soul skill caused a fluctuation in Xiao Meng's martial soul."
Saying this, a layer of faint golden patterns appeared on Wang Lin's skin. His figure and appearance changed, reverting back to his original look.
"Xiao Meng, do you still smell the scent?"
"Yes, but it's much fainter than before."
Meng Hongchen nodded.
"How about now?"
Wang Lin transformed into Xiao Hongchen's appearance again. Meng Hongchen continued to nod, indicating that the scent was still there.
After several repetitions of this, Meng Hongchen finally couldn't smell the scent on Wang Lin anymore. Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief and transformed back into his original appearance.
"Does this count as solving the flaw of your soul skill?"
Xiao Hongchen looked at Wang Lin and asked.