Tang San's talent was definitely far ahead of his peers.
He couldn't even pass the entrance exam.
And yet, Shrek Academy still admitted four new students.
This doesn't make sense?
"Here are the information for Shrek Academy's four new students this year. Take a look!"
Flanders tossed the list directly to Yu Xiaogang, his face clearly irritated.
This guy actually questioned Shrek Academy's entrance exam?
Yu Xiaogang flipped through the list of new students, puzzled, and started reading from the beginning.
"Zhu Zhuqing, female, twelve years old!"
"Beast Spirit Nether Spirit Cat, admitted to the twenty-seventh level of Agility Attack Spirit Master!"
Seeing the first student's information, Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
This student, Zhu Zhuqing, was one year younger than Tang San.
But her spirit power was surprisingly as high as Tang San's!
And her martial spirit was quite impressive too!
Suppressing his shock, Yu Xiaogang continued reading.
"Ning Rongrong, female, twelve years old!"
"Weapon spirit: Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, enrolled as a twenty-sixth-level auxiliary weapon spirit master!"
"What?!"
Another student younger than Tang San, but only one level behind him in spirit power.
What surprised him most was that this student's martial spirit was the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda!
This meant she was from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and had immense potential.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang actually began to believe Flender's words.
On paper, Tang San couldn't even compare to these students.
With two people left, he chose to continue reading.
"Xiao Wu, female, twelve years old!"
"Beast Martial Spirit: Soft Bone Rabbit, Level 29 Power Attack Spirit Master!"
This... How is it possible!
Yu Xiaogang was completely dumbfounded.
This twelve-year-old female student had a spirit power two levels higher than Tang San's!
This was simply unbelievable.
Moreover,
He had always felt that this person's name sounded familiar.
During his six years at Notting Academy, Tang San had barely interacted with Xiao Wu.
Therefore, Yu Xiaogang didn't recognize her.
He might have only heard her name occasionally.
Yu Xiaogang quickly flipped to the last page and read the information on it word for word.
"Gu Xian, male, twelve years old!"
"Weapon Spirit Scythe, Level 38 Powerful Attack Spirit Master!"
"Gu Gu Xian!"
A familiar figure suddenly flashed through his mind.
Ever since returning from the Soul Hunting Forest, Gu Xian had still refused to accept him as his disciple.
Yu Xiaogang gave up on this.
He then focused on training Tang San.
Thus, although Gu Xian gained considerable fame at Notting Academy over the next six years, he didn't pay much attention to him.
Twelve years old, with a Spirit Scythe—it was a perfect match.
But with a Soul Power level of thirty-eight.
This seemed a bit out of place with the Gu Xian he knew.
With a glimmer of hope in his heart, Yu Xiaogang continued to look down.
"Graduated from Notting Junior Soul Master Academy."
"This..."
"How is that possible!"
Yu Xiaogang's lips moved, wanting to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.
It was actually the Gu Xian he knew.
Yu Xiaogang flicked his sleeve and threw the new student information sheet onto the table.
But due to excessive force, he actually sprained his back.
At first, Yu Xiaogang didn't think the loss of a kidney was serious.
But six years later.
Now, he felt weaker and weaker.
"Xiaogang, are you okay?"
Flanders asked tentatively.
He noticed that Yu Xiaogang's weakness didn't seem fake.
Could he be suffering from some kind of illness?
Flanders suddenly imagined Yu Xiaogang suffering from a terminal illness.
Then he entrusted his apprentice, Tang San, to him.
Thinking of this, Flanders' expression relaxed considerably.
"Ah!"
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang sighed deeply and sat down somewhat dejectedly.
He recounted the entire story of helping Tang San obtain his first spirit ring.
"In other words, your waist became thinner around that time."
Flanders finally understood.
He hadn't expected that after all these years, Yu Xiaogang would actually be missing a kidney!
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room grew somewhat oppressive.
But he also felt a sense of relief.
At least it wasn't as he had imagined.
Yu Xiaogang suffering from a terminal illness and then entrusting Tang San to him.
After all, for the latter... He truly despised her.
Flanders brewed a pot of tea and fished out a bag of goji berries he'd treasured for years from the cupboard.
He scooped a handful into Yu Xiaogang's cup.
Then he placed it steadily in front of him.
After downing the scalding hot tea, Yu Xiaogang finally felt a little better.
Thinking of this, a figure emerged in his mind.
It was Gu Xian.
He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had focused more on Gu Xian when he first enrolled at Notting College, would she have been willing to become his disciple?
If so, he would now have something to show off to others.
He shook his head. It was obviously useless to dwell on this now.
Yu Xiaogang knew the truth.
There was even less of a chance that Gu Xian would accept him as his disciple.
After pondering for a moment, he finally posed his inner question to Flanders.
"Then why did Tang San fail the entrance exam?"
This question silenced Flanders.
He simply couldn't bring himself to speak of Tang San's deeds.
But he couldn't help but say it.
Just then, his eyes flickered, as if a thought had occurred to him.
Flanders looked out the window. The sun had risen completely.
The wisps of mist that had filled the air had vanished.
He stood up and walked to the door.
Then his gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang.
"I'll go get Vice Dean Zhao Wuji."
"He'll be in full charge of the entrance exam this year. You can ask him directly later."
Yu Xiaogang nodded, but said nothing.
Barely half a minute later, two figures returned from the distance.
Hearing footsteps, Yu Xiaogang turned to look.
Due to the backlight, he couldn't clearly see the faces of the approaching figures, but the outlines of their bodies were still clear.
One of them was well-proportioned, clearly Flanders.
The other stood beside Flanders, walking side by side.
The latter was a burly figure. Though about the same height as Flanders, his broad shoulders were nearly three times Flanders's.
From a distance, Yu Xiaogang could even see the throbbing muscles of his upper body.
"This man must be the Vice Dean Zhao Wuji Flanders mentioned, right?"
Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, then turned back with a feigned aloofness.
He lowered his eyes and sipped his tea, seemingly oblivious to the truth.
In reality, he had heard of Zhao Wuji's name, Acala.
He just might not have known it in detail.
Soon, Flanders and Zhao Wuji pushed the door open and walked in.
At the sound of the door opening, Yu Xiaogang stood up pretentiously.
Then he turned around and gave a signature stiff, unflattering smile.
(End of this chapter)