Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

No wonder Ma Hongjun was so shocked. A fourth spirit ring that lasts for ten thousand years—few people would believe it if you told them. It takes a thousand years for the fourth spirit ring to be a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, and it's generally accepted that only the fifth spirit ring can last for ten thousand years. Only the protagonist of the original story, Tang San, has achieved this.

Sikong Zheng nodded and said:

"It's black, how could it be fake? I reached level 40 a few days ago. Actually, I went to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt soul beasts. Alright, I'll go check if the Dean has returned yet."

After saying this, Sikong Zheng quickened his pace.

After being shocked, Ma Hongjun quickly came over to cling to his leg.

"Hey, Zheng-ge, wait for me, I'll go with you. Zheng-ge, you're practically my idol, you'll have to look after me from now on..." Ma Hongjun caught up instantly, chattering incessantly behind him, thus widening the path for them.

After walking for a short while, I saw Oscar selling his homemade sausages at a small stall.

"Xiao Ao, give me a sausage," Sikong Zheng stepped forward and asked for a sausage to fill his stomach.

He didn't dislike Oscar's sausage at all; on the contrary, he thought it tasted good. He figured if he didn't think too much about it, he wouldn't feel disgusted.

"Hey, Xiao Zheng, you're back. You wouldn't believe it, I've made a killing selling sausages outside these past few days with student recruitment. Hehe, sausage specialty store, quality guaranteed, how about it?"

Oscar proudly boasted to Sikong Zheng about his grand money-making plan.

Sikong Zheng smiled faintly and said:

"Oh, that's a good idea. Congratulations on making a fortune! By the way, has the dean returned?"

Upon hearing Sikong Zheng's praise, Oscar chuckled and said:

"The dean returned this morning; he should be in his office!"

"Okay, sure."

After hearing this, Sikong Zheng went straight to his office. If he was delayed, who knew where the dean would run off to?

At this moment, Ma Hongjun behind him was revealing Sikong Zheng's strength to Oscar.

Knock, knock, knock. Si Kongzheng knocked on the office door of Flander, this very busy man.

A deep, middle-aged man's voice came from inside the room, "Please come in."

Flander was lying on a recliner when he saw Sikong Zheng enter, and he slowly stood up.

"Oh, it's Xiao Zheng. Are you having some problems with your cultivation?" Flander pushed up his glasses, looking at his proud student with admiration.

Shrek Academy claims to only accept monsters, but even among monsters, there are differences in quality. Our Sikong Zheng can be considered the most outstanding monster in Shrek's history. In Flander's view, he has the potential to become a Title Douluo in the future.

Sikong Zheng coughed once, getting straight to the point:

"Dean, I've reached level 45. I just acquired my spirit ring a few days ago and successfully advanced to the Spirit Master level. I'm here to apply for graduation. Please grant my request."

After absorbing the Golden Armor Tyrannosaurus's spirit ring, Sikong Zheng, unsurprisingly, perfectly absorbed the spirit power and directly reached level 45.

Now, with the combination of Tree World Descent and Wood Dragon Technique, and after a year of honing his skills in the Soul Arena, he has accumulated rich combat experience and possesses self-created Soul Skills, making his strength double again. He no longer needs anyone to protect him.

Now that I'm independent, I can do what I want.

Flander was stunned when he heard this. Before he left, Sikong Zheng was still a Soul Venerable, but after returning, he became a Soul Master.

"You're not kidding me, are you? Show me your spirit rings," Flander said suspiciously.

Four spirit rings, one yellow, one purple, and one black, rose up once more.

"A ten-thousand-year soul ring, the fourth ring of ten-thousand years, how could this be?" Flander was shocked, as if he wanted to devour Sikong Zheng.

Like Ma Hongjun, he had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Well, Dean, it was just a ten-thousand-year-old golden-armored tyrannosaurus that we hunted in the Star Dou Great Forest a few days ago. We just happened to absorb a ten-thousand-year-old soul ring," Sikong Zheng said with his arms crossed and a shrug.

After some haggling, Flander originally wanted to keep Sikong Zheng at the academy for a while longer, but he had no choice but to agree when Sikong Zheng insisted on graduating.

"Alright, Dean, I'm leaving now. We'll meet again soon," Sikong Zheng said with a mysterious smile.

"Sigh, you're a monster. You're the fastest graduate in Shrek's history. With you gone, the academy will only have three people left," Flander said, feeling both relieved and troubled.

"Hmph, those three brats, they're always slacking off, wasting their talent. I've decided that starting tomorrow, I'll train them hard," Flander said viciously.

"Hahaha, Dean, don't worry, the academy will receive even more students next year," Sikong Zheng pushed open the door and responded with a hearty laugh.

"Well, I hope so!" Flanders said with a wry smile.

As soon as the door opened, Oscar was seen, with Ma Hongjun eavesdropping by the door.

Ma Hongjun sighed, "Brother Zheng, are you really leaving?"

Oscar didn't try to persuade him further, but said earnestly, "Mu Bai hasn't returned yet, Xiao Zheng, take care."

Sikong Zheng smiled and nodded, waving his hand:

"Well, goodbye everyone. We'll meet again someday. Please say goodbye to Dai Mubai for me."

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At the main gate of Shrek Academy, Sikong Zheng, dressed in a purple-blue outfit, stood with his hands in his pockets, slowly turning his head to look at the three characters "Shrek," and chuckled softly:

"The Shrek Seven Devils, see you on the field then."

After a two-week journey, having hired a carriage, Sikong Zhengcai finally arrived at the gate of the Botanical Academy.

Sikong Zheng looked at the Botanical Academy. The gate plaque was made of green vines, and the flower bed in front of the gate was planted with a large number of green vines, which was worthy of the name of the Botanical Academy.

Sikong Zheng walked on the stone-paved road. Through the academy fence, he could see many students wearing white and green school uniforms, exuding youthful vitality. Ah, it was truly enchanting.

As Sikong Zheng approached the Botanical Academy, a refreshing fragrance of plants and the essence of nature wafted over him. Indeed, the Botanical Academy's environment and facilities were far superior to Shrek Academy's; its architecture was naturally elegant.

Seeing the two guards at the gate, Sikong Zheng decisively stepped forward and asked:

"Excuse me, does the College of Plant Sciences still accept students?"

A tall, thin, simply dressed, clean-cut gatekeeper, upon hearing this, asked in surprise:

"The academy's registration ceremony ended more than twenty days ago. Young man, why are you only registering now? Isn't that a bit too late?"

Sure enough, Sikong Zheng guessed that the registration ceremony should have ended by now; Shrek Academy's registration ended half a month ago.

Shrek Academy's registration ceremony is held a little earlier to prevent some students from failing Shrek's standards and being unable to choose other schools. Therefore, Shrek Academy conducts registration in advance.

Other colleges will also begin recruiting students within half a month. Sikong Zheng arrived at the College of Botany after traveling for half a month, but he was still a step too late.

Sikong Zheng wasn't about to give up so easily. As the saying goes, money makes the world go round; if it doesn't work, it's because he didn't have enough money. He flipped his hand and pulled out one hundred gold soul coins from the bag behind him, then smiled and secretly slipped them into the hands of the two guards.

With a smile on his face, Sikong Zheng patted the gatekeeper on the shoulder in a familiar manner, raised an eyebrow, and said in an innocent and harmless tone:

"Young men, please accept this small token of my appreciation. I have a favor to ask: could you please inform the academy's teachers that a peerless genius wishes to join? Rest assured, if I am admitted, I will reward you handsomely."

As he spoke, Sikong Zheng took out another hundred gold soul coins from his bag and chuckled as he stuffed them into the hands of the two guards.

The skinny gatekeeper rubbed the gold soul coins together, his cheeks flushed, and he smiled warmly, nodding.

"As you probably know, the Plant Academy only accepts students with plant-based martial spirits, and their potential must also meet certain requirements. Well then, we'll help you!"

One of the chubby security guards, his old face beaming with a wide smile, quickly turned serious and said:

"You're quite sensible, cough cough. We're deeply moved by your sincerity in enrolling. Fine, I'll just pass on the message for you. Whether it works out or not is none of my business."

"Okay, thank you for your help, sir."

The fat security guard accepted it without a second thought.

After saying that, the fat gatekeeper happily turned around and entered the academy.

Sigh, Sikong Zheng thought. It would be best to solve it with money, but if that didn't work, he had other options. In any case, he was determined to take over the botanical academy.

Before long, Sikong Zheng saw from afar that Fat Guard was bowing and scraping behind a middle-aged man in a black suit, looking at him obsequiously. The middle-aged man, however, remained indifferent and unmoved, seemingly looking down on Fat Guard.

"So you're that brat who calls himself a peerless genius? Do you know that if you lie to me, I won't let you leave so easily?" The middle-aged man glanced at Sikong Zheng as he approached and said coldly.