Next morning—sunlight streamed into Shrek's first-year classroom.
The door creaked open—Shen Yi and Wu Zhangkong entered side by side.
Today, Shen Yi wore a jade-green combat suit, accentuating her lithe figure—efficient yet graceful.
A gentle smile played on her lips as she surveyed the class.
Wu Zhangkong remained immaculate in white, his emerald eyes sweeping the room—icy pressure silencing all.
His mere presence froze the air.
"Quiet, everyone," Shen Yi clapped lightly, drawing focus.
"Today, we welcome four transfer students."
Light shifted at the doorway—four figures stepped in, halting beside the podium.
All eyes locked onto the newcomers.
Shen Yi smiled warmly, gesturing to each:
"This is Ye Xinglan—Attack Soul Master. Beside her—Xu Lizhi, Food System Soul Master."
She turned to the twin sisters—elegant, frosty:
"Zhou Hanyou and Zhou Tian'er—both Control Soul Masters."
"Welcome them!" Shen Yi beamed.
Sparse applause rippled—then hushed whispers erupted:
"Transfers? Does Shrek have backdoor admissions?"
"Must be from powerhouse clans… or elders' relatives…"
"SILENCE!"
Wu Zhangkong's voice plunged the room into winter.
"Any objections to our new classmates?"
Dead silence. No one dared speak.
Wu Zhangkong's gaze swept the room—cold, absolute:
"Remember—Shrek takes only monsters, never ordinary students."
"They stand here because they meet that standard."
He turned to the quartet: "Introduce yourselves."
"Yes, Teacher Wu," Ye Xinglan stepped forward, voice crisp:
"I'm Ye Xinglan—Level 40 Assault Soul Ancestor. Martial Soul: Star God Sword."
Her confidence burned—unshaken by the room's hostility.
Xu Lizhi followed, nervous:
"I'm Xu Lizhi—Level 33 Food System Soul Elder. Martial Soul: Bun."
Suppressed snickers echoed.
The Zhou sisters moved in sync:
"Zhou Hanyou—Level 39 Control Soul Elder. Martial Soul: Ice Martial Soul," the elder sister stated coolly.
"Zhou Tian'er—Level 37 Control Soul Elder. Martial Soul: Wood Martial Soul," the younger sister added.
Their icy aura radiated undeniable power.
Wu Zhangkong scanned the class again:
"Any… objections?"
Not a whisper.
Their strength silenced all doubt.
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"Wait—they're Inner Court disciples! Why are they in the Outer Court?!" Xie Xie gaped, shock plastered on his face.
"Probably expelled," Fang Yang murmured.
Zhang Yangzi nodded: "Fang Yang's right. Hanyou told me—Inner Court requires One-Word Battle Armor. If you fail you're demoted to the Outer Court."
"Ah!" Xie Xie understood, confusion lifting.
Fang Yang's gaze lingered on Ye Xinglan, mind drifting.
When they first met, they were ten-year-olds. Now—thirteen.
Early bloomers—she'd shot past 160cm, legs long and striking.
Her beauty, sharp as winter frost, had already ensnared half the class's male students.
Yet—her icy demeanor remained unchanged—untouchable, aloof.
"Is she pretty?"
A soft voice whispered in Fang Yang's ear.
"Stunning," he replied instinctively—then froze.
Xu Xiaoyan watched him, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Xiaoyan—I'm sorry!" Fang Yang pleaded, voice honeyed.
Xu Xiaoyan turned to Gu Yue: "Big Sis Gu Yue—look at this flirt!"
"Indeed," Gu Yue glanced at Fang Yang, nodding faintly.
Xu Xiaoyan pinched his waist—not hard, but enough.
Fang Yang hissed, daring not flinch—only smiling sheepishly:
"Xiaoyan—I messed up. Don't be mad!"
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"Seats are open at the back," Shen Yi said gently.
"Settle in—and integrate quickly."
"Understood, Senior Teacher Shen," the quartet chorused.
As Shen Yi and Wu Zhangkong exited, the transfers headed to the rear.
All eyes followed Ye Xinglan, Zhou Hanyou, and Zhou Tian'er.
(No one spared a glance for Xu Lizhi—the plump, unremarkable boy.)
"Xu Lizhi—sit away from me," Ye Xinglan snapped, voice devoid of warmth.
"Senior Sister Xinglan…" Xu Lizhi flinched, but obeyed silently.
The trio claimed adjacent seats.
Then—Luo Guixing strode over, smirking confidently.
"Hello—I'm Luo Guixing. May I know you?"
Ye Xinglan glanced at him—then looked through him, dismissive as stone.
Luo Guixing staggered mentally.
Handsome, charming, Genius List elite—he'd never been ignored!
His cheeks burned with humiliation.
Gritting his teeth, he approached the Zhou sisters:
"May I—?"
"Taken. Not interested," Zhou Hanyou cut coldly.
"..."
Luo Guixing stood frozen—smile shattered.
The class's muffled laughter cut deeper than any blade.
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