"Brother, look over there, there's a small village." Little Wu was being carried on Tang San's back and this was also when her mouth was the sweetest. At this moment, she must be calling Tang San "brother", rather than directly addressing him as Little Three.

  Tang San looked in the direction that Xiao Wu was pointing, and about a mile away, he saw a small village. With the help of his Purple Extreme Magic Eye, he could clearly make out that the village had around a hundred households, slightly smaller than the Holy Spirit Village. The village was surrounded by a wooden fence, seemingly used to guard against wild beasts. At the entrance of the village, it seemed like many people were gathered together, and something seemed to have happened.

  Tang San smiled and said: "Let's go ask around, maybe the people in this village will know where Shrek Academy is. Soul Master Academy should be quite famous, right?"

  Little dance pointed forward with her hand and laughed: "Brother, speed up."

  Tang San slapped her buttocks lightly with a hint of annoyance and quickly walked towards the village.

  As they approached, Tang San and Xiao Wu both discovered that something was off. At the entrance of the village, there were indeed many people gathered, most of whom were young men around their age, with a large number of them having parents accompanying them.

  At the village entrance, a table was set up, and behind it sat an old man in his sixties. What made Tang San and Xiao Wu stare in amazement was that on the wooden archway at the village entrance hung a somewhat tattered signboard with five simple characters: Shrek Academy. In front of these five characters was a green logo that looked like the head of a humanoid monster, green and slightly cute. The old man behind the table also wore a similar green circular badge on his chest, which should be the emblem of Shrek Academy.

  "Impossible." Xiao Wu jumped down from Tang San's back, looking at the signboard in shock, then turned her head to look at Tang San, both of them feeling somewhat stunned.

  Even the Nodding Primary Soul Master Academy is much larger than this place, and it's clearly just a small village. The entrance archway is not only made of wood, but also less than one-third the size of the Nodding Academy. Can this really be called a soul master academy?

  "Brother, Master, didn't you make a mistake? No matter how I look at it, I don't think this looks like an academy. It can't be a scam, right?"

  Tang San wryly smiled and said: "Since you've all come, let's take a look first."

  At this time, there were about a hundred applicants lined up in front of them, many of whom furrowed their brows, apparently harboring the same thoughts as Xiaowu.

  A young man standing in front of Tang San and Xiao Wu, with his parents following closely behind him, heard the young man's mother say: "Is this a mistake? This is what they call Soul Master Academy, or the academy that claims its graduates can become imperial viscounts?"

  The young man's father said uncertainly, "This is what the people from Wu Lin Temple said, it shouldn't be wrong. But this academy really is a bit run down."

  Youngster said: "Dad, I don't want to study here, it's too embarrassing. I'd rather go to Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy. After all, when I was in primary school, I was considered a genius."

  The young man's father furrowed his brow and said, "Since we've already come, let's wait a bit longer. Maybe this is some kind of test. The real academy isn't here."

  Similar conversations were absolutely not rare in the queue crowd, and most of the young people and parents' faces showed a strong sense of disappointment.

  Tang San's gaze didn't linger on the applicants for too long, his eyes were fixed on the front of the queue, where the registration was taking place. His vision and hearing had been enhanced by the Xuan Tian Gong, allowing him to faintly hear the conversations from that direction.

  The old man sitting behind the table, responsible for receiving registrations, looked lazy and wore simple clothes, looking like an ordinary villager, not even as spirited as Old Jack from Holy Soul Village.

  At this time, a young man came to the table and signed up. The old man said lazily: "The registration fee is ten gold soul coins, just put it in that box."

  The young man's father hastily took out ten golden soul coins and put them into a wooden box made of several planks.

  "Reach out a hand."

  The young man stretched out his hand in front of the old man, who pinched him twice on the back of his hand and shook his head at him, saying: "Your age doesn't match, you can go."

  The young man was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at his father. A child in his teens as mature as Tang San was rare.

  His father hastily accompanied a smile and said: "Teacher, my son just passed his 13th birthday, can't you be more flexible?"

  The old man said somewhat impatiently, "Don't affect the people behind you. Don't you know the rules of the college? We only accept children under thirteen years old here. Over thirteen years old, we don't accept them at all. You can leave now."

  The young man's father said: "What about our registration fee..."

  "The old man said bluntly: 'Once registered, no refunds will be given.'"

  The mudman still had a hint of earthiness, and the young father couldn't help but angrily say: "You're clearly just cheating us out of our money. Refund our tuition fees, or we won't leave. If we'd known this so-called Shrek Academy was so run down, we wouldn't have come."

  The old man glanced at him and said lightly: "Mù Bái, someone wants a refund of the registration fee, you handle it."

  Next to the ground, a figure suddenly jumped up, "Wanting to refund the registration fee is also possible, beat me and get a full refund."

  This man was Dài Mùbái. Earlier, because he was sitting to the side and blocked by the crowd, Táng Sān hadn't seen him. Unlike when Táng Sān and Xiǎo Wǔ saw him that day, his expression now had a hint of helplessness.

  Dai Mubai didn't waste any words, directly stimulating his own soul power and releasing all three of his soul rings - two hundred-year and one thousand-year. The surging soul power produced an invisible pressure in the air, cold light flashing in his evil eyes as he looked at the father-son pair.