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Chapter 184 'Tang San Turns Evil'!
The gates of the Holy Radiance Dragon Emperor Academy slowly closed behind the Shrek Academy members, emitting a heavy and majestic thud, as if an invisible boundary had separated them from the familiar, somewhat rough world, leading them into a magnificent hall truly belonging to elite Soul Masters.

The interior was breathtaking, as if the inhabitants of a barren countryside had suddenly stumbled into the imperial palace.

The first thing you feel is not the visual impact, but the omnipresent and so dense that it is almost tangible.

With each breath, pure and boundless soul power naturally flows into the body through the pores, cleansing the meridians, nourishing the soul power, invigorating the spirit, and making the whole body feel comfortable.

Simply standing there, his soul power seemed to increase subtly. This was worlds apart from the cultivation effects at Shrek Academy, which required Dean Flander's meticulous planning and relied on a few rudimentary simulated environments!

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, his gaunt face filled with disbelief. He gasped in astonishment, his voice trembling with excitement: "This... the concentration of soul power here... is at least four to five times that of the outside world! And it's extremely pure!"

"What... what kind of enormous resources would be needed to maintain such a large-scale super-mimicry environment?!" The theories he had studied all his life were now being challenged. Maintaining such an environment would probably consume an astronomical number of gold soul coins every day, a number he could not even imagine.

Flander didn't speak. He simply pushed up his crystal glasses, his small eyes almost squinting as he greedily surveyed everything before him: a wide white jade main road, wide enough for eight carriages to travel side by side; exotic flowers and rare herbs planted on both sides of the road emitting a shimmering, precious light and exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, clearly all rare spiritual plants; in the distance, magnificent buildings rose from the ground, all uniformly styled in a grand and majestic blue-gold hue, their eaves and brackets like dragon heads raised high, with soul power runes faintly flowing between the carved beams and painted rafters, each building displaying unparalleled depth and strength.

Looking at the students coming and going, all dressed in uniform ice-blue dragon-patterned outfits, their expressions were solemn, their steps hurried, their eyes sharp and confident. The weakest among them emanated auras of peak Great Soul Masters, with Soul Venerables and Soul Grandmasters being commonplace, and occasionally, a few powerful auras of Soul Kings could be sensed flashing by. Even more alarming were the guards patrolling the academy, five men in a row, their steps perfectly synchronized, their eyes like lightning scanning their surroundings. The soul power fluctuations emanating from them were all clearly at the Soul King level!

"Hiss..." Zhao Wuji gasped, his eyes, as big as copper bells, filled with horror. "The guards here... are they all Soul Kings?"

"Back when I was a Soul Master, even Soul Kings could be the overlords of small cities!" He felt his worldview had been severely shaken.

Flander's heart was bleeding; behind his glasses, his eyes held a mixture of extreme envy, naked jealousy, and a profound sense of powerlessness.

He thought of his dilapidated academy, those few drafty wooden houses, that uneven dirt playground, and the students who often had to rely on sausages to barely fill their stomachs... The Shrek Academy that he had worked so hard for twenty years and poured his heart and soul into maintaining was probably not even as good as a toilet as the Holy Radiance Dragon Emperor Academy in front of him!
This huge difference made him feel tightness in his chest and almost unable to breathe.

"Wow! Fatty, look!"

"That building! Is that the library? It's like a castle!" Oscar shouted excitedly, pointing to a majestic blue-gold building in the distance, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with excitement.

Ma Hongjun looked in the direction of the sound, swallowed hard, his chubby face full of longing. Then his nose twitched a few times, and he pointed to another direction from which the tempting aroma of food was wafting: "And over there! It must be the cafeteria!"

"My God, this aroma... it's a hundred times, no, a thousand times, better than the mushroom sausages Teacher Shao makes!"

Xiao Wu blinked her big pink eyes, looking around curiously. She was instinctively curious about this magnificent place, but the powerful aura and unfamiliar environment around her also made her a little uneasy. She unconsciously gripped Tang San's sleeve tightly.

Zhu Zhuqing's expression remained aloof, but her slightly constricted pupils and slightly quickened breathing betrayed the turmoil within her that was far more intense than her outward calm.

The power and order here gave her hope for rapidly improving her strength. Dai Mubai took a deep breath of the air filled with soul power; his pride as the Star Luo Prince seemed somewhat pale at this moment.

He had to admit that even the Royal Academy of the Star Luo Empire was far inferior to this place in terms of climate and resources.

Tang San felt the most complex and painful emotions. Every glimmer of brilliance, every powerful aura here seemed to silently proclaim the power and strength of that person—Ling Han, who stole his Eight Spider Lances, forcibly bestowed upon him a ten-year soul ring, and a humiliating soul bone!

He subconsciously touched his head, which was still throbbing slightly. The 30-year-old green caterpillar skull was like a brand of shame etched into his bones, constantly reminding him of that unbearable experience.

The more beautiful the surroundings were, the more they highlighted his own "imperfection" and the other party's strength, causing his hatred and inferiority complex to intertwine and churn within him.

Seeing the shocked, envious, and even somewhat fearful reactions of his juniors, Qin Ming smiled understandingly and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to the academic affairs office to register for enrollment and then arrange your dormitories."

"Afterwards, you are free to tour the academy and familiarize yourselves with the environment as soon as possible." He paused, his expression turning serious, and lowered his voice to warn, "Remember, the rules here are stricter than in any other academy, so never easily get into conflicts with anyone. Especially..."

His gaze swept over the occasional students or instructors who walked by, their clothes noticeably more refined, with silver dragon emblems embroidered on their chests or cuffs. He lowered his voice even further: "...Never provoke anyone wearing clothing with silver dragon emblems."

"They are members of the Beast God Pavilion, holding a transcendent position and possessing immense authority. Provoking them will have extremely serious consequences."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the excitement and curiosity that had just risen among the Shrek members, and their mood became tense again.

In this place, they no longer seem to be geniuses, but rather newcomers who need to be careful.

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Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Beast God Pavilion.

Ling Han stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze shifting from the window to Ye Guyi, who stood quietly beside him.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her exquisite face held absolute respect and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.

“Bone Robe,” Ling Han said, his voice calm and undisturbed.

(End of this chapter)