Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 168 Reunion with Junior Wa, another identity revealed? (4K)

Outside the gate of the Sea God Pavilion, Zhang Lexuan caught up with Mo Yuan, who was walking at the front, and the two walked side by side toward the inner courtyard below.

Zhang Lexuan hesitated for a moment, then said slowly with some hesitation, "Junior Brother Mo Yuan, this is our first time joining the Sea God Pavilion's council. Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to offend Dean Yan so directly?"

"Not good? What's wrong with it?" Mo Yuan's tone was indifferent, his words full of sarcasm and disdain for Yan Shaozhe. "In the face of this crisis, Yan Shaozhe is still thinking about vying for power and scheming against each other. He is utterly foolish. To put it bluntly, if things continue like this, it's hard to say whether Shrek Academy can even survive for ten years."

"Since Elder Mu has entrusted the Sea God Pavilion and even the entire Shrek Academy to me, I naturally have to reorganize it properly. Senior Sister, constant compromise will only lead to more trouble. We must first pacify the internal situation before dealing with external threats."

After saying that, Mo Yuan took the lead and left the Sea God Pavilion. He greeted Han Ruoruo and Ning Tian, ​​who were waiting for him with smiles in the distance, leaving Zhang Lexuan standing there in a daze, looking thoughtful.

Several days later, at noon, on the west side of Shrek Academy.

This once desolate land, which was temporarily used for the upgrading assessment of students from the Foreign Languages ​​Department, has been transformed into a small academy with teaching buildings rising from the ground, dormitories, fighting arenas, and playgrounds.

"Is this the Fire Seed System? It looks pretty good." Han Ruoruo stood by the window of the dean's office, looking down at the clean and tidy playground and giving her evaluation.

"Of course. You have no idea how much effort Junior Brother Mo Yuan has put into the Fire Seed Department. He has directly cursed Dean Yan several times, which has made Dean Yan intentionally or unintentionally avoid Junior Brother Mo Yuan now."

On the sofa, Zhang Lexuan glanced at Mo Yuan, who was sitting behind his desk handling business, and then smiled and said, showing no respect for Yan Shaozhe whatsoever.

After several days of meetings, she truly saw Yan Shaozhe's true colors. She could only say that Guangming Phoenix was really wronged to follow such a person.

Mo Yuan put down his pen, stretched, and looked at the completed documents beside him with a sense of emotion. In the past few days, he had first had a good chat with Han Ruoruo and Ning Tian, ​​and then officially accepted the Fire Seed system today.

As for the last gift that Old Master Mu mentioned leaving him before his death, he had thought about it, but he still had no clue what it was. Anyway, judging from the timeline, it would probably be in the next few days, and then he would find out what the gift was.

"Let's go, senior sister, let's go see the students in the Fire Seed Department. After all, you're about to officially take up the position of Dean of Students," Mo Yuan said, standing up.

Zhang Lexuan glanced at Han Ruoruo and Mo Yuan, her gaze lingering on their eyes, a faint smile curving her moist red lips.

She stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door, saying as she went, "Since you two are going out for a stroll, I'll go back to my office to work on some documents. I won't disturb your time together."

Mo Yuan chuckled, then shook his head. He had a strange feeling in his heart, wondering how his senior sister would feel if she knew his identity and then looked back on what he had just said.

"Let's go, junior brother. After being a student for so long, this is my first time experiencing being a teacher, and I'm even going straight to becoming the dean of students. It feels quite novel."

Han Ruoruo's eyes sparkled, and her expression was eager to try it out; she was clearly impatient to experience her new identity.

However, Mo Yuan did not set off immediately. Instead, he called out to Han Ruoruo, "Senior Sister, wait a moment. I have something to tell you."

"You have something to tell me? Then why didn't you—" Han Ruoruo's question suddenly stopped. She looked at the door behind her and listened to the clear footsteps fading into the distance, as if she understood something.

She glanced again at the bookish office, her eyelids lowered, a tempting blush rising on her face, her eyes shy, yet with a hint of anticipation deep within.
"This...this isn't appropriate...this is your office, what if a passing teacher or student hears us..."

The more Mo Yuan listened, the more uneasy he felt, especially after seeing Han Ruoruo quickly draw the curtains. He immediately spoke up to stop her, his tone full of helplessness.

"Stop, stop, hold on. I'm not saying anything, but what are you thinking about all day, Senior Sister? I'm calling you to wait because I really have something important to discuss."

"Oh? Is this really important business?"

Han Ruoruo was clearly taken aback upon hearing this. Her jade-like hand, which was already on the button of her collar, suddenly froze. Seeing that Mo Yuan's attitude did not seem fake, her fair ears immediately turned bright red, like boiled shrimp.

"Otherwise what? It's only been a short time since the last time. I really shouldn't be that hungry."

Mo Yuan shook his head, both amused and exasperated. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he retrieved a dark green soul bone from the soul tool at his waist. The bone resembled a withered tree branch and emitted waves of soul power.

"This is a soul bone I obtained by accident when I acquired my sixth soul ring. It came from a 150,000-year-old demon eye tree and has the attributes of wood, spirit, and poison. It is quite compatible with your Golden Rope Martial Soul, Senior Sister."

Anyway, he doesn't need these soul bones to keep on him, so he might as well give them to his loved ones.

"A 150,000-year-old demonic tree with a demonic eye?!" Han Ruoruo exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the soul bone handed to her by Mo Yuan.

It goes without saying how precious a 100,000-year-old soul bone is. Some titled Douluo can't absorb even one in their entire lives, let alone a soul bone that comes from the Demon Eye Tree.

The soul beast race that can give birth to the Demon King, the fifth of the Ten Thousand Ferocious Beasts, naturally has its own extraordinary characteristics. Not only does it have the wood attribute, but it also has the poison and spirit attributes. The combination of these three attributes makes it the best source of soul rings for plant and rope-type martial soul control soul masters.

After a brief moment of surprise, Han Ruoruo didn't hesitate to refuse. Given her relationship with Mo Yuan, doing so would only make them seem distant.

Considering the preciousness of this soul bone, Han Ruoruo did not intend to keep it and went directly to the sofa to sit cross-legged and absorb it.

Now that Han Ruoruo's soul power level has reached around level 86, attracting a 100,000-year soul bone is naturally no problem. Half an hour later, the soul bone was officially absorbed.

"call……"

Han Ruoruo slowly opened her eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. Mo Yuan looked her up and down to make sure everything was alright, then left the office with Han Ruoruo.

Meanwhile, in the vice dean's office, which faced Mo Yuan across the street, Zhang Lexuan stood by the window, staring at the still tightly drawn curtains. A slight twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she whispered in surprise, "..."

"Hiss... I never expected Ruoruo to have this side to her in private..."

……

In the cool autumn breeze, Mo Yuan and Han Ruoruo were heading together toward the small Soul Arena not far away. They had just taken a look at the situation of the Fire Seed system.

In summary, there are two main issues. First, there are too few people. Even though the adjudication team, composed of some inner court disciples, has been working day and night for the past year, they have only managed to search for and bring back a little over a hundred students, the oldest of whom is no more than eight years old.

However, these students are truly exceptional in terms of talent. After reviewing their information, Mo Yuan discovered that both their martial soul quality and innate soul power surpassed those of ordinary students from the outer academy.

Many of them possess the potential to become Soul Douluo, and some even have the potential to break through to the Title Douluo level.

Recalling the children quietly attending class, Han Ruoruo sighed wistfully, "Indeed, when judging whether a Soul Master is a good person, the Martial Soul is definitely not the only criterion. Compared with those second-generation rich kids born into powerful families, these children are simply impeccable good kids."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan simply smiled silently. Soon, the two arrived outside the Fire Seed type's Soul Arena. Before even entering, they could hear the sounds of battle emanating from within.

When the two entered the Soul Arena and reached the high platform, they saw a dozen or so young-looking boys and girls sitting in the audience below, while two boys were sparring back and forth on the outer Soul Arena. "Hmm? This child is..." Mo Yuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, as he looked at the two boys sparring in the arena.

One of the boys had a century-old yellow spirit ring pulsating beneath his feet. He had black hair and black eyes and an unremarkable appearance. Behind him floated an eagle with jet-black feathers and crimson eyes.

"Blood-Eyed Fiend Eagle, a pure evil martial soul, of high quality." Han Ruoruo, who loved reading, recognized the martial soul at a glance.

Mo Yuan nodded, but what truly caught his attention was another boy. The boy also had black hair, but a striking pale tinge was mixed in on his forehead, and his sharp eyes were fixed on his opponent.

A thick, dark purple mist surrounded him, so heavy it couldn't be dispersed by the wind, and it exuded a strong aura of evil.
A book with a black cover and two blood-red, ferocious claw patterns floated in front of him, while a bright yellow century-old soul ring slowly pulsed beneath his feet.

Upon seeing such distinctive features, Mo Yuan immediately remembered the boy's name. "I remember now, this child is that junior student Wa, right? His name seems to be... Meng He?"

Just then, the homeroom teacher in charge of the class also saw Mo Yuan and Han Ruoruo standing on the platform. At first, the teacher was a little surprised.

After all, the Fire Seed System strictly forbids ordinary students and teachers without permission from entering.

But soon after the teacher saw Mo Yuan's appearance clearly, he was startled again and quickly walked towards the platform.

"Dean."

The teacher came up behind Mo Yuan, bowed, and greeted him softly.

"Hmm? You are... the teacher who was in charge of registering new students for the academy?" Mo Yuan turned around and saw that this person was Teacher Feng, who was in charge of testing soul power when he enrolled.

"Dean, you actually remember me?" Teacher Feng asked in surprise.

"of course."

After exchanging a few words, Mo Yuan turned around and continued looking down. Beside him, Teacher Feng, whose hair was already turning white, looked at Mo Yuan's extremely youthful face and was filled with emotion.

Unexpectedly, only a few short years have passed, and the boy who once just enrolled has now become a senior member of the Sea God Pavilion, and even leads a faction, standing at the top of the entire continent.

Moreover, according to rumors, he has now become a Soul Saint, possessing two 100,000-year Soul Rings, and even vaguely controls the entire Sea God Pavilion.

If all of this is true, then such a feat is unprecedented, not only in these generations, but also in the entire history of Shrek Academy and even in human history.

"Heroes emerge from among the young..." Teacher Feng sighed softly as he looked at his wrinkled and withered hands.

Mo Yuan naturally heard the sigh, but he paid no attention to it, because the battle below was about to be decided.

Meng He nimbly ducked to avoid the Blood-Eyed Fiend Eagle that grazed his scalp. Without panicking or trembling, he immediately launched a counterattack once he regained his footing.

His spirit rings lit up, and the Book of the Abyss floating beside him began to flip rapidly, turning page after page of blank paper, finally stopping at the page in the middle filled with strange black characters.

"First Soul Skill, Blade of Betrayal!"

After a soft shout, the black mist surrounding Meng He suddenly spread outwards and quickly enveloped his opponent.

Although the black mist had diffused and no longer obstructed vision, the young man on the other side still dared not underestimate his opponent and prepared to retreat quickly while recalling his flying martial soul.

However, before the boy could even take a step back, Meng He, who was not far away, mysteriously disappeared from his spot. Almost at the same time, two dark and ethereal blades were pressed against his neck.

"You lost," Meng He said calmly from behind his opponent.

Upon hearing this, the other boy immediately gave up resisting, clearly this was not the first time he had been defeated by Meng He.

The competition ended without the teacher's announcement. The two walked off the stage and returned to the stands. The next group, who had been arranged in advance, walked onto the stage in an orderly manner, greeted each other, and then began to spar.

Seeing this, Teacher Feng couldn't help but show a hint of pride, and then explained to Mo Yuan and Han Ruoruo.

"Dean, the reason these children are like this is because their less-than-ideal experiences in their youth made them mature at a young age. They are also very obedient in both their studies and other activities. I have been teaching for almost thirty years, and this is the first time I have ever seen such sensible students. Even the lower-grade students in the foreign language department cannot compare to them."

Mo Yuan said, “No wonder, but this is not a good thing either. People should experience life according to their age. How about this, you can cultivate other hobbies for them appropriately. If the funds are insufficient, you can report it. You write the report and I will approve it.”

"Yes, Dean!" Seeing that Han Ruoruo seemed to have something to say to Mo Yuan, Teacher Feng tactfully greeted her and left.

After the outsiders left, Han Ruoruo playfully poked Mo Yuan's waist, "I didn't realize you were so good at educating students, Junior Brother. How about you become a principal and educate people in the future?"

The principal? Hilbert Jean Angers?
Mo Yuan smiled and didn't refuse, but just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he found that the person who came was Ling Luochen.

Mo Yuan was not surprised by this, since Ling Luochen was a member of the Judgment Team, she could freely enter and exit the Fire Seed System.

Ling Luochen's gaze lingered on Mo Yuan and Han Ruoruo for a moment, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. Then, meeting Mo Yuan's questioning gaze, he spoke.
"Mo Yuan, someone is looking for you. They're in your office right now."

Someone's looking for me? Is it the gift Old Mu mentioned?
Mo Yuan quickly pondered for a moment and felt that it was most likely the person that Elder Mu had mentioned. He didn't ask Ling Luochen who the person was, since he would find out as soon as he got to the office.

After greeting Han Ruoruo, Mo Yuan left directly, leaving only Ling Luochen and Han Ruoruo on the high platform.

In an instant, the air seemed to drop several degrees. The two women looked at each other without saying a word. One had a gentle and graceful smile, while the other was cold and aloof. After a long silence, neither of them spoke, but simply watched the students fighting below.

……

Meanwhile, outside the dean's office.

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, Mo Yuan pushed it open without hesitation, and then the dimly lit office came into view.

Standing in front of his desk was a young woman with stunning looks and a cool demeanor. She wore a bright yellow court dress, which, despite the lack of any extra decorations, still exuded a noble and dignified air that was eye-catching.

Upon seeing Mo Yuan arrive, a smile slowly spread across the woman's face, a smile tinged with both joy and profound complexity. She then spoke softly.

"Long time no see, Chu Zihang..."

(End of this chapter)