"This year is a bumper harvest. There are actually six little monsters with soul power higher than level 25."
"If Flandre knew about this, he'd probably be overjoyed."
The enrollment teacher, Li Yusong, thought excitedly. Under his guidance, Chen Feng and several other new students stepped into that seemingly simple village.
In previous years, Dai Mubai was in charge of the fourth test.
But now it seems that Chen Feng alone might be enough to pass the test.
Although it's unlikely to defeat Mubai, it should be no problem to hold out for the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
Plus, there are several new students close to level 30. Passing the test is pretty much guaranteed.
This won't do. I have to go find Old Zhao and increase the difficulty for them.
In the open space, the wind blew gently, rolling up dried leaves.
A middle - aged man in his fifties was sitting there quietly dozing off. The old wooden chair beneath him was teetering.
"Old Zhao, why are you here?"
When Li Yusong saw that Zhao Wuji was actually here, a look of surprise and delight flashed in his eyes.
He had originally planned to personally invite this tough guy to take on the task, but unexpectedly, the other party happened to be here.
Zhao Wuji slowly opened his sleepy eyes and stood up, like a bear waking up from hibernation.
Although his height was not outstanding, his broad shoulders, strong back, and sculpted muscle lines all revealed a force that should not be underestimated.
In this dusty open space, Zhao Wuji sized up the three men and three women who had come, his eyes wandering among Chen Feng, Gu Long, and Tang San, and said:
"Old Li, Boss Fu sent me here. I heard that there's an extraordinary new student in this class, and he asked me to test him. Which one of you three is Chen Feng?"
Ning Fengzhi had previously written to Flandre, asking him to take care of Ning Rongrong who came to enroll.
Although he didn't know where Chen Feng had gone at that time, he still subconsciously thought that perhaps Chen Feng would also go to Shrek Academy.
So in the letter, he boasted a bit about Chen Feng to Flandre.
Actually, it wasn't really boasting. Being level 30 at the age of 12, wasn't that amazing enough?
What's more, Chen Feng was the type who would remain silent for a long time and then make a stunning show.
Zhao Wuji's curiosity at this moment wasn't only due to Flandre's entrustment, but also because of Dai Mubai's instigation.
Although he didn't think there would be a new student so arrogant as to look down on him, a Soul Saint.
But he was still a bit curious about this new student who made both Boss Flandre and Dai Mubai take it so seriously.
"Old Zhao, let me tell you, this Chen Feng is no ordinary person. Although he's only 12 years old, he has level - 33 soul power."
Li Yusong's voice carried an unconcealable pride, as if Chen Feng's achievements were also his glory.
"Level 33!"
Zhao Wuji's already large eyes, as big as copper bells, instantly widened even more, almost popping out of their sockets.
He thought to himself, "My goodness."
In his memory, when he himself wasn't so mature at the age of 12, he had barely reached level 20 something.
And it was when he was nearly 20 years old that he reached level 33.
At that time, he was already one of the outstanding ones among his peers.
Tsk, tsk, the young people these days are really amazing.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji's level of attention to Chen Feng rose another notch.
He had originally thought that this child, Chen Feng, at most might have around level 30 soul power.
Then with his strength, he only needed to exert a little, say, control it at around level 30 to 35.
He could give the new students appropriate pressure and tempering without harming them.
But now that he heard Chen Feng was already level 33, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but start calculating in his mind.
If he only used level - 40 soul power against a level - 33 new student, it seemed a bit risky. With the slightest carelessness, it might get out of his control, and even... end up in failure.
What's more, this so - called level - 33 new student had even defeated Dai Mubai, who was at level 37.
And it only took one move.
If he was too arrogant and only used level - 40 soul power, it was almost certain that he would end up in failure.
Zhao Wuji stood there. His figure looked extremely tall under the sunlight, like an insurmountable mountain.
His gaze swept over the faces of Chen Feng and the others, and he looked at the six of them gently.
"This is the last test. Pass my assessment, and you can officially become a member of Shrek Academy."
"I'll give you the time it takes to burn an incense stick to get to know each other and discuss."
"After that, if the six of you can jointly resist my attack for the time it takes to burn an incense stick."
"Even if only one person persists until the end, it counts as you passing."
After saying this, he somehow took out an incense stick from somewhere. He rubbed the tip of the incense stick with his finger and actually lit it directly. In a flick of the finger, the incense stick was inserted into the ground without the slightest tremble.
After doing all this, Zhao Wuji sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.
A glint of light flashed in Tang San's eyes. He realized this was a good opportunity for him to show off.
"Everyone, listen to me. To deal with Teacher Zhao, we need to..."
Just as he was about to start his speech, he was interrupted by Chen Feng's voice.
"Tang San, are you so confident? Do you think you can defeat Teacher Zhao?"
"I..."
Tang San's throat seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and his words were choked off before they could come out.
But the meticulous and competitive nature he developed in his previous life in the Tang Sect resurfaced.
"Surely I can do it by myself."
Chen Feng looked Tang San up and down for a while, then spread his hands helplessly and said,
"Then you guys go and have a go with Teacher Zhao first. After you lose, I'll step in. Don't worry, the time it takes to burn an incense stick is more than enough for me."
Just as Tang San was about to say something like "Don't regret it", Xiao Wu interrupted and asked Dai Mubai.
"Senior, is Teacher Zhao also a Soul Emperor - level powerhouse like the one at the entrance?"
"No."
Hearing this, Xiao Wu's brows showed a bit of relief.
"Then there's nothing to be afraid of. Four of us have strength close to level 30, and Gu Long is at level 30. Five against one, as long as the opponent's level isn't extremely high, it should be no problem to hold out for the time it takes to burn an incense stick."
These words made Tang San involuntarily feel a sense of agreement in his heart.
He nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, thinking that Xiao Wu's analysis made a lot of sense.
However, Dai Mubai's next words were like a cold current in winter, freezing Tang San's newly - warmed - up confidence.
"Do you think Teacher Zhao is that weak?"
"He's not a level - 60 Soul Emperor, but a level - 76 Soul Saint!"
"With a beast martial soul, his combat power is extremely strong."
Soul Saint!
This word exploded in Tang San's mind like a bolt from the blue.
You know, the Holy Soul Village where he grew up got its name just because a Soul Saint emerged from there.
From childhood to adulthood, the deeds of the Soul Saint had been told by the villagers countless times.
The Soul Saint was a myth, a legend, and a hero in the stories told by the elders in the dead of night.
In Tang San's impression, a Soul Saint was basically equivalent to being invincible.
And now, they were about to face a real Soul Saint.
And what's more, a battle soul master.
What kind of pressure would that be? What kind of despair would it bring?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Chen Feng with a bit of guilt.
He thought it would have been better if he hadn't been so impulsive just now.
But since the words had already been spoken, it was not easy to take them back.