In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 123 Two months later, the Desolate Gold Plain

Upon hearing Wang Zhao's words, the Shrek Academy members immediately understood his meaning.

He was clearly expressing that either Shrek Academy should disappear from this point on, or Shrek Academy should be renamed "Shit Lake Academy" and survive in this humiliating way.

But if Shrek Academy really changes its name, will it still be able to recruit students?

In the eyes of Flanders and the others, Wang Zhao was trying to make their academy exist in name only!

At this moment, seeing their silence, Wang Zhao did not press the matter further, but instead spoke in a persuasive tone:

"Hey, don't you guys call yourselves Monster Academy? Do monsters care about their reputation?"

"Flander, think about it again. If Shrek Academy changes its name, it will surely become famous throughout the world from today onwards. Even if it's a bad reputation, isn't that a rare publicity opportunity?"

For example, some authors want this kind of opportunity but can't get it.

"And if in the future, your Shillake Academy produces talented people, even if you bear a bad reputation and have green monster patterns on your bodies, the world will think that you are just being unconventional, and it may even become a trend."

"..."

After Wang Zhao's persuasive words, even Flander was somewhat swayed.

He even vaguely felt a sense of "why didn't we meet sooner" towards Wang Zhao, feeling that Wang Zhao was simply his soulmate, as she coincided with some of his ideas that he had not yet put into practice.

Perhaps realizing that refusing Wang Zhao's "suggestion" today would inevitably lead to an unpleasant outcome, or perhaps Flander himself harbored some ulterior motives, such as finding a way to change the academy's name later, he finally opened his mouth, but still somewhat reluctantly said:

"good……"

"From this day forward, Shrek Academy is officially renamed 'Shit' Shrek Academy!"

Flander emphasized the word "shit" and stared intently at Wang Zhao, as if deliberately trying to make sure the other person heard him clearly.

Wang Zhao shrugged and calmly gestured for Jin Lin to turn around and face the crowd.

As if to temporarily bring this matter to a close, he said:

"This story teaches us that we should avoid being overly ambitious and should be down-to-earth in our work. At the very least, we should not have any unscrupulous or crooked ideas."

That's all I have to say. If some genius ever gets the nerve to run off to Shrek... oh no, right now Shrek Academy as a student, that's none of my business.

The shadow of the platinum dragon gradually faded into the distance.

……

Two more months have passed quickly.

During this time, Wang Zhao and Qian Renxue had traveled through the two main cities of the Barak Kingdom, including the royal city of Barak, as well as some surrounding towns. While they gained some experience, they did not encounter any major events.

After all, given their current resounding reputation and soaring prestige, it would be difficult for them to keep a low profile, let alone if they wanted to. Therefore, it's unlikely that anyone would be foolish enough to provoke them.

Early in the morning, outside the thick, high wall, a number of people dressed in a wild style were shouting loudly.

"Let's team up to hunt thousand-year-old soul beasts. We need a more agile, speed-based soul master!"

"Our team is in dire need of defensive-type Soul Masters. The benefits are generous, and there's even a support-type female Soul Master to take care of you!"

"Urgently seeking support-type Soul Masters. My team is full of powerful Soul Masters, so we're safe."

"Hey, buddy, you..."

It turns out that this group of people were all hunters and soul masters who were preparing to enter the Soul Beast Forest as a group. They had been making a living by wandering outside the Soul Beast Forest for many years. It was a profession that was found all over the continent and had appeared a long time ago.

Hunter Soul Masters are generally quite carefree and unrestrained. However, if someone could organize them, they would likely become a terrifying force no weaker than the three upper sects. Moreover, due to their wide distribution, they might even become another super-large force after the Spirit Hall and the two great empires.

However, this is naturally extremely difficult; otherwise, hunter soul masters wouldn't still be so free despite the covetous eyes of various powerful forces.

Another reason is that many powerful figures choose to become hunter soul masters for a short period of time when they are young, just like the Golden Iron Triangle of the past. The relationships between them are complicated and no powerful force can truly take a bite of this big cake. Even the Spirit Hall would have a hard time.

Of course, everything has two sides. The Hunter Soul Master profession is not all good. For example, their mortality rate is particularly high, not only because they often face the danger of attacks from wild soul beasts, but also because in the treacherous world of soul masters, if they accidentally offend other powerful figures, they have no powerful backing and can only be slaughtered at will.

At this moment, two figures quietly appeared on a tall building not far away. They were none other than Wang Zhao and Qian Renxue, who looked travel-worn.

At this moment, Wang Zhao's gaze passed over the high wall, looking at the endless scenery in the distance, his eyes lingering.

This is the border of the Barak Kingdom. On the other side of the wall lies the border between the Barak Kingdom and the remote northern region of the Heavenly Dou Empire, the perilous Barren Gold Plain.

The desolate gold plains are not just home to soul beasts. In this endless expanse, there may be hidden relics and treasures, as well as reclusive soul masters. Even worse, one might discover traces of evil, fallen soul masters here...

However, none of these things mattered to Wang Zhao. What mattered was the origin of his third and fourth soul rings: the two Dragon Sparrow Inner Cores had appeared on this desolate gold plain hundreds of years ago.

In his travel plans, venturing into the Wasteland Plains was one part of it. Although he might not necessarily be lucky enough to gain anything, it was still something to look forward to.

Just then, Qian Renxue gently tugged at him.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Zhao asked.

Qian Renxue silently stretched out her hand and pointed towards the hunter soul master camp outside the high wall.

Wang Zhao looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a simply dressed girl in the distance. Her face wasn't particularly beautiful, but it was very natural, and her face was as round as a goose egg, which was quite cute. When she smiled, she would have a pair of small dimples.

"uncle."

At this moment, the little girl carefully tucked a bag of soul coins into her arms and approached a rather fierce-looking hunter soul master.

"How much would it cost to help you hunt down a hundred-year-old soul beast?"

She asked.

The burly hunter-soul master glanced at her, but instead of answering directly, he said calmly:

"What, little girl, you're level 10?"

"Um!"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"Want the number one spirit ring of the past century?"

The big man continued to ask.

"Uh-huh!"

Upon hearing this, the little girl couldn't help but nod again, slightly excited.

"Get out of here!"

To everyone's surprise, the big man simply waved his hand, as if he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to her.

"what……"

The little girl's face immediately fell.

"Aren't you a Soul Master Hunter? I'll pay you, so why can't you hunt down a hundred-year-old Soul Beast for me?"

"Pfft~"

The burly man laughed instantly, then glanced at the girl's clothes before continuing:

"This isn't about money..."

(End of this chapter)