Chapter 11 Infiltrating the Academy
Before stepping into the realm of Soul Masters, Dugu Zhan knew he had to carefully disguise himself.
He not only had to be flawless in appearance, but also in demeanor and inner mindset, to fully embody the qualities of an ordinary teenager.
Only in this way can the subsequent plans be implemented more smoothly after a period of infiltration.
After all, it was all for the grand strategy in his heart, and he had already thought it through carefully and formulated detailed countermeasures. All he had to do was follow the plan step by step and move steadily forward along the planned route.
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At this time, Shrek Academy was bustling with activity.
During this period, people have been flocking to Shrek Academy to register.
Although the number of people was not exactly overwhelming, it was not a small number either.
Among the registered participants, Dugu Zhan spotted Tang San and Xiao Wu at a glance.
Coincidentally, he also saw Ning Rongrong in the group.
The people in the group were all preoccupied with their own thoughts, and their discussions rose and fell.
Ordinary Soul Masters led their children, their eyes filled with anticipation.
There were also teenagers who were confident in their talent, full of vigor and self-assurance.
Some people even took a chance, thinking they might just pass the test.
In short, everyone had a wide variety of ideas.
Some parents are just trying it out, thinking that maybe their child has some undiscovered talent in some area.
Tang San and Xiao Wu arrived here as agreed.
Xiao Wu leaned closer to Tang San and whispered in his ear, "No way, this is supposed to be a Soul Master Academy? Grandmaster, could you have come to the wrong place? This doesn't look like a proper academy at all. Could it be a front for something else?"
Hearing this, Tang San still had a gentle smile on his face and replied softly, "Well, since we're already here, let's go in and take a look first."
"Are you kidding me? This is the legendary Soul Master Academy?"
At this moment, an old woman frowned, her tone full of disdain, and said loudly, "They even claim that you can become a viscount after graduation? Isn't that too exaggerated?"
"This was said by someone from the Spirit Hall, so it shouldn't be false, right?"
The middle-aged man behind the old woman quickly agreed, but there was a hint of doubt in his words, "But this academy is really too dilapidated, it looks no different from a slum."
"Dad, I don't want to go to school here, it's too embarrassing!"
The middle-aged man's son tugged at his father's clothes, making a fuss and refusing to stay.
Faced with his son's commotion, the middle-aged man looked embarrassed and quickly coaxed him, "Since we're already here, let's wait patiently. Maybe this is just a test, and the real academy might not be here."
"I think I'll go to the intermediate soul master academy in Soto City. After all, I was considered a minor genius back in the junior academy. As for this place, hmph..."
Some people, seeing the Shrek Academy's shabby environment, turned around and left without saying a word.
A makeshift shed had been set up at the entrance of Shrek Academy, which served as the registration point.
The person in charge of the assessment was an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in coarse brown clothes.
"Teacher, here are ten gold soul coins."
Accompanied by his father, a boy respectfully took out his soul coins and gently placed them in the wooden box in front of him. This was the registration fee required for enrollment.
"Extend out a hand..."
The elderly man in charge of the assessment sat in his chair, slightly turned to face the people registering, his tone revealing a hint of laziness.
Without much thought, the boy obediently extended his right hand, carefully placed it on the table, and quietly waited for the next assessment.
The old man in brown cloth robes, like an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor, reached out and placed his hand on the boy's wrist, feeling the pulse and simultaneously circulating his soul power to sense it.
After a moment, he said in a calm tone, "You don't meet the age requirement, you can leave now."
Upon hearing this, the boy's father's expression changed slightly, and he stiffened.
He hurriedly pleaded with a smile, "Teacher, my son is only slightly over the school age limit. Could you please make an exception?"
"The college has its own rules. Those who are over the age limit will not be admitted. You should have known this long ago."
The elderly man in charge of the assessment had a serious and impartial face. In his view, rules are rules, and as the saying goes, "without rules, there can be no order," and there is no room for carelessness.
"Then what about the registration fee we paid..."
The boy's father hesitated for a moment, then asked softly.
"Once registered, the fee is non-refundable."
The elderly man in charge of the assessment responded coldly.
"This...you won't refund it? You guys are clearly trying to scam me!"
The boy's father was clearly bringing his son to Shrek Academy for the first time and knew nothing about the rules.
At that moment, he felt he had been wronged and couldn't help but complain.
End of this chapter...