The Legend of the Dragon King

It was his first time leaving his clan and coming to the bustling center of the continent. As a prodigious young soul master, he was always hoping to find others to compare himself with. Invariably, he felt like he was the best no matter where he was.

The youth smiled. “Over rank-80, I think.”

Yi Zichen widened his eyes at once. “Over rank-80? That’s impossible. Are you that impressive?”

The youth said, “Can anyone fake that? Work hard and you can be like this too in the future.” As he was speaking, there was a flash of light on his body, and his soul rings emerged soundlessly. There was no powerful aura or imposing manner, but those were eight genuine soul rings. The most impressive part was that the last soul ring was red.

“Is that a one-hundred-thousand-year soul ring?” Teacher Li could not help gasping in amazement.

The radiance faded as the soul rings vanished. The youth gestured for them to proceed to the light door on the other side.

Though his interest was piqued, Teacher Li hastily controlled himself and saluted the youth respectfully. Teacher Li was but a four-ringed Soul Elder. Before an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, he was feeling acutely inferior. He hastily pulled away Yi Zichen. The curious boy was just about to continue asking questions. They quickly walked toward the glowing door.

Spirit Academy’s inner secrets were truly amazing! The person in charge of the enrollment program was actually an eight-ringed Soul Douluo. Moreover, he had a one-hundred-thousand-year spirit soul. It seemed like they had come to the right place.

Everything turned illusory as soon as they stepped into the door. It was as if the surrounding space was being distorted. Yi Zichen wanted to scream in shock, but he found that he could not even make a sound.

Fortunately, the process did not last very long. In the next moment, they arrived in an isolated area.

The place appeared to be rather bleak and desolate. There was a very ordinary building looming nearby. It was built of wood and hay.

A wall surrounded the building and there was a group of people queueing up in front.

Yi Zichen tried to move but discovered that he could not budge at all. There was a sudden flash of light and they had arrived at the front of the queue.

There was an old man sitting behind a table placed there. He was in charge of registration and appeared to be slow and lazy. The clothes he was wearing could be politely described as simple. He looked just like an old villager who would not even be a match for Yi Zichen’s father.

Meanwhile, a youth came to register at the front of the console table. The old man said listlessly, “The registration fee is ten Golden Soul Coins. Please put it into the box.”

Yi Zichen, his father and teacher could not help feeling stunned for a moment upon hearing the words ‘Golden Soul Coin’. What sort of era was he from? Was this currency still in use? People were using paper currency now and they were known as Federation Coins!

The youth’s father hastily took out ten Golden Soul Coins and placed them into the box made by nailing a few pieces of wood together.

“Hold out one hand.”

The youth extended his hand in the front of the old man as instructed. The old man pinched his hand twice before he shook his head at the youth and said, “Your age is unsuitable. You may leave now.”

The youth was stunned for a moment. He turned his head sideways to look toward his father. Not many children over ten years old were as mature as Tang San.

The youth’s father hastily smiled flatteringly and said, “Teacher, my son has just reached his thirteenth birthday recently. Can you do something to make an exception for him?”

The old man said in a slightly impatient manner, “Don’t hold up the people behind. Don’t you know about the academy’s rules? We are only accepting children below thirteen years old here. Without exception, we don’t take in anyone who is over thirteen years old. You can leave now.”

The youth’s father said, “So, our registration fee…”

The old man said in an uncourteous manner, “The registration fee is non-refundable.”

They say that everyone has a temper. The youth’s father could not stop himself from saying angrily, “You are obviously trying to swindle everyone here. Refund our registration fee or we won’t leave. We wouldn’t have come if we’d known that this so-called Shrek Academy is such garbage.”

The old man darted him a look and said indifferently, “Mubai, someone wants to refund the registration fee. Please handle this.”