Douluo Continent: The Silver Winged Star, a Night of Clan Extermination at the Start!

"What?!"

Zhao Wuji's voice was so loud it could shake the dust off the roof beams.

"Rejected? Whose child is so ungrateful?"

"Although he was born with full soul power, his talent is indeed extraordinary!"

"But Flander, you're a Soul Saint!"

"Who could possibly refuse your invitation?"

Lu Qibin and Shao Xin also looked surprised.

"It's a six-year-old boy named Bai Chen."

Flanders was very unhappy.

"The martial soul is a mutated dragon martial soul."

"However... it should be a deterioration or mutation."

"Deterioration and mutation?"

Shao Xin frowned.

"What exactly is the situation?"

Flander gave a brief description of the Sky Comet: its body was covered in silvery-white scales, its wings on its back were not large, with almost no wing membrane, only three columnar wing bones with serrated bone spikes on them, and wing claws at the front.

"The wings aren't big, and they barely have a membrane?"

Zhao Wuji scratched his head.

"Doesn't that mean it can't fly?"

"No matter how powerful a dragon is, if it can't fly, what kind of dragon is it? No wonder it's a degraded and mutated creature!"

"It's a real pity that a dragon martial soul with innate full soul power can't fly."

Lu Qibin nodded as well.

"Even so, the potential should be considerable, so why did that child refuse?"

"They said they needed time to consider it, but their attitude was very firm."

Flanders shook his head.

"His temperament is so calm that he doesn't seem like a six-year-old, what a pity."

"What's there to regret!"

Zhao Wuji slapped his thigh, making the wooden stake jump, showing his disdain.

"What good is a dragon with innate full soul power if it can't even fly with wings?"

"As you progress through the training, your weaknesses become too obvious!"

"That kid's lack of foresight in not joining Shrek Academy is his own fault; he'll regret it later!"

"that is!"

Oscar also came over, looking indignant.

"Our Shrek Academy only accepts monsters! A dragon that can't fly would only be a hindrance!"

"That's right, that's a good point."

"However, the training volume cannot be reduced tomorrow."

Flanders glanced at him.

"Ah!" Oscar said with a pained expression.

The group chatted for a few more minutes, mostly expressing regret or resentment towards Bai Chen for "not knowing how to appreciate favors."

After all, Shrek Academy's admission requirements are extremely high!

The goal has always been to build a true monster academy, an academy with only monster students.

To be chosen by Shrek Academy is an opportunity that countless Soul Masters would rather die for, and an unparalleled honor!

But Flanders still harbored a lingering doubt.

He recalled the details of Bai Chen releasing his martial spirit: the streamlined shape of the silver-white dragon body, the ancient and powerful dragon might, and the sharp and inexplicable beauty of those strange dragon wings...

Is it really just a simple case of degradation and mutation?

"Alright, everyone, go home and do what you were doing."

Flanders waved and walked alone to his room.

He closed the door, lit the oil lamp, sat down at the table, and took out paper and pen from the drawer.

He needs to write a letter to Yu Xiaogang, who has good intentions.

Although Bai Chen rejected him, this child's martial soul was simply too special.

Flander was very curious and puzzled, and wanted to ask Yu Xiaogang about it.

Is this martial soul truly, as he judged, a degraded and mutated dragon martial soul?

"Xiao Gang has the deepest understanding of martial spirits; he's a master of martial spirit theory. Perhaps he can see something..."

Flanders muttered to himself, picking up his pen and dipping it in ink.

Under the dim light, he described in detail every feature of the Heavenly Comet Dragon Martial Soul, and even drew a simple sketch.

Hmm... the kind that's very messy.

After writing the letter, put it in an envelope and write the address on it.

When Flander went to Soto City to guard the Owl Shop, he delivered the letter to the post station, intending to send it to Notting College in Notting City and give it to Yu Xiaogang.

Night was falling.

Shrek Academy.

Ma Hongjun lay in the simple wooden house, tossing and turning on the hard wooden bed, unable to fall asleep.

Everything that happened today feels like a dream.

Awakening his martial spirit, becoming an apprentice of a Soul Saint, he arrives at this strange academy...

At first, he thought that with a dean at the Soul Saint level, the academy must be quite good.

I didn't expect what would happen after I arrived.

Ma Hongjun then realized that the academy was quite different from what he had imagined.

Unfortunately, they had all become apprentices.

There's no other way.

The image of Bai Chen's calm expression when he rejected Flander flashed through his mind again.

"What exactly is Brother Chen thinking...?"

Ma Hongjun muttered, clearly annoyed.

"Even the Soul Saint teacher doesn't want him!"

"Besides, wouldn't it be great if we all came to Shrek Academy together?"

In Ma Hongjun's view, he and Bai Chen both came from the same village, Qincun, and were childhood friends who grew up together.

He joined Shrek Academy.

According to brotherhood, Bai Chen should naturally join as well.

Bai Chen refused.

That was blatant betrayal!

......

After leaving the poultry village.

Bai Chen walked alone on the country road for half a day and finally caught sight of the towering city walls of Soto.

As one of the two most important cities in the Kingdom of Barak, Soto City was far larger and more prosperous than any small village in the countryside.

Even before entering the city, the official road was already bustling with carriages and pedestrians, including many caravans loaded with goods, their wheels rumbling and dust billowing.

Bai Chen paid an entrance fee of one copper soul coin at the city gate and followed the flow of people into this unfamiliar city.

Shops lined both sides of the street, their signs and flags fluttering in the breeze, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares, haggling over prices, and the noise of vehicles blended together into a cacophony of activity.

The air was filled with the mixed smells of food, spices, leather, and sweat.

He first found an inconspicuous little inn and used five copper soul coins to book the cheapest lower-class room.

The room was cramped and simple, with only a hard bed and a crippled wooden table, but it was clean.

After closing the door, Bai Chen took out a set of faded coarse cloth clothes from his storage bracelet and changed into them.

This was something he had prepared before leaving home, and it was no different from what most of the children in the poultry village wore, making him inconspicuous in the crowd.

He then left the inn and strolled slowly through the bustling streets, carefully observing his surroundings.

He needed to find a caravan heading to the Heavenly Dou Imperial City and blend in with them; this was the safest and least conspicuous way.

Soto was a commercial hub, with designated areas for carriage shops and warehouses.

Bai Chen asked a few questions from an old man selling steamed buns, and then headed south of the city in that direction.

The closer you get to the south of the city, the more trucks and pack animals you'll see on the streets.

In a wide-open square, dozens of caravans were loading and unloading goods and organizing their luggage, amidst a cacophony of voices and the constant neighing of horses.

The air was filled with the smells of hay, leather, and metal.

Bai Chen stopped at the edge of the square, his gaze sweeping over the flags and signs of the various caravans.

He needed to find a team of moderate size, that looked disciplined and proper, and that happened to be heading to the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

Too big and it will attract attention; too small and safety is a concern.

After observing for about half an hour,

His gaze fell on a caravan loading goods on the east side of the square.

The caravan consisted of about twenty wagons, all covered with uniform dark brown tarpaulins, and the cargo boxes were neatly and securely tied.

There were more than 30 guards, all dressed in uniform, half on horseback and half on foot.

Although most of them were just ordinary people, the leaders were calm and collected, with sharp eyes, clearly Soul Masters.

The caravan flag was blue with gold trim, embroidered with a bird in flight and the words "favorable winds".