fantasy novels Chapter 9 Shrek Academy!
Chapter 9 Shrek Academy!
Flanders nodded; the increase and the restrictions were within a reasonable range.
"Give it a try." He took a few steps back, making room for Ma Hongjun. "Let me see your Wings of Light."
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath, and his soul power surged within him.
The first spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, its yellow light shimmering faintly in the morning light.
Martial Spirit Possession!
Dark red flames erupted from Ma Hongjun's body and condensed behind him.
The flames were interspersed with wisps of pale golden patterns, which were more pronounced than before the soul ring was absorbed.
Then, the flames extended and stretched to both sides, gradually coalescing into the outline of a pair of wings.
Those were a pair of translucent wings of light.
The base color is pale gold, with a faint white glow at the edges, as if woven from the first rays of morning sunlight.
The wings of light are not physical entities, but are made of pure light and flames, fluttering gently in the air and scattering golden shards of light.
Ma Hongjun could feel that the moment the light wings unfolded, a clear stream surged from the soul ring and flowed into his limbs and bones.
The burning sensation from the pathogenic heat has been significantly reduced.
The unease that had been lingering in my heart faded considerably, like smoke blown away by the wind.
His mind became clearer, and his body felt much lighter, as if a shackle had been removed.
"This is... the Wings of Light."
Ma Hongjun whispered something and tried flapping his wings.
With a sudden flap of his wings, his feet left the ground.
At first, he was a little unsteady, his body swaying slightly, like a baby just learning to walk.
But Ma Hongjun quickly found his balance, and the flapping of his wings gradually became more coordinated with his body, allowing him to slowly rise to a height of two or three meters above the ground.
Flanders looked up, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.
Those wings of light are indeed beautiful.
The pale golden light drew a graceful arc in the air, contrasting sharply with the dark red flames on Ma Hongjun's body.
One is malevolent, the other is divine; two completely different attributes coexist harmoniously within the same martial soul.
"Try flying it around," Flander commanded.
Ma Hongjun nodded, and the light wings flapped at full power.
His body lunged forward, much faster than when he was running, increasing his speed by about 50%.
The wind whistled in his ears, and the trees rushed past him. The feeling of soaring freely made him almost want to roar to the sky.
But soon, he felt the limits of the light wings.
After flying for about forty seconds, the light wings began to become unstable, and the golden light gradually dimmed.
Ma Hongjun felt his soul power being rapidly depleted, like a reservoir with its floodgates opened, almost empty.
He quickly landed, and his wings of light dissipated the moment they touched the ground, turning into specks of golden light that merged into his body.
"How is it?" Flander asked.
"It took about sixty seconds to fly," Ma Hongjun said, slightly out of breath. "My soul power was greatly depleted. With my current total soul power, I estimate I can only last for a minute at most."
"Not bad." Flander nodded in satisfaction.
"Gaining the ability to fly with your first spirit ring is already a pleasant surprise. The short duration and limited altitude are things that can be improved as your spirit power increases. Once you reach the Spirit Master or Spirit King level, the true potential of these wings of light will be unleashed."
Ma Hongjun wholeheartedly agreed.
He's only at level 10 in soul power, so his ability to achieve this level is far beyond expectations.
"There's another discovery," Ma Hongjun added, "When the light wings unfolded, the backlash from the evil fire was significantly reduced. Those forty seconds of flight were the most clear-headed and comfortable moments I've experienced since my awakening."
A glint of light flashed in Flander's eyes.
This was an unexpected bonus.
"The power of light suppresses evil fire, and its effect is most pronounced when flying."
Flander pondered, "This means that in the future, when your evil fire flares up, you can deploy your light wings at any time to alleviate the symptoms."
Ma Hongjun nodded, feeling even more satisfied with this first soul skill.
The Wings of Light not only gave him the ability to fly, but also gave him a weapon to fight against the evil fire.
From this day forward, he will no longer be that fiery phoenix who can only eke out a living by relying on brothels.
He is Ma Hongjun.
Ma Hongjun walks towards the light.
"Let's go, it's time to go back." Flander turned and walked out of the forest. "Shrek Academy is waiting for you."
Ma Hongjun took one last look at the Soul Hunting Forest before following his teacher.
Although the pale golden wings had been folded up, he knew they were still there.
Be ready to resume at any time.
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After leaving the Soul Hunter Forest, Flander did not linger in Soto City and headed straight for Shrek Academy with Ma Hongjun.
"Teacher, where is the academy?" Ma Hongjun asked curiously, following behind Flander.
Although he had a general impression of the location of Shrek Academy in his previous life.
An inconspicuous village outside Soto.
But I really don't know exactly where it is.
"It's not far," Flander said without turning his head. "It's about half an hour to the southeast after you leave the south gate of Soto."
Ma Hongjun silently made a note of it.
Half an hour later, Flanders stopped in front of a dilapidated village.
Ma Hongjun's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the scene before him.
The village is small, with only a few dozen households scattered around. Most of the houses are made of mud walls and thatched roofs, and even decent brick and tile houses are rare.
At the entrance of the village stands a crooked wooden sign with several large, crooked characters painted in red.
Shrek Academy.
Despite being called a college, it was really just a few interconnected courtyards with rammed earth walls, some of which were half-collapsed and hastily patched up with branches and fences.
There was an open space in the yard, paved with gravel, which could barely be considered a playground.
Ma Hongjun took a deep breath.
He knew Shrek was poor, but to be this poor was still beyond his imagination.
This is no academy; it's clearly an abandoned little village.
"What? You're disgusted?" Flander glanced at him sideways.
"No," Ma Hongjun quickly shook his head, saying sincerely, "The environment doesn't matter, as long as there are teachers around."
Flanders snorted, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
That kid has a sweet tongue.
He pushed open the courtyard gate and strode inside.
Ma Hongjun quickly followed.
In the courtyard, a child is doing physical training in an open space.
Push-ups, sit-ups, shuttle runs—they were all panting heavily from exhaustion.
Ma Hongjun's gaze swept over the children, finally settling on one of them.
He was a seven or eight-year-old boy, fair-skinned with delicate features, but his expression carried a hint of natural lewdness.
He was wearing a faded gray short-sleeved shirt and was doing push-ups on the ground. His movements were fairly standard, but he was clearly nearing his limit.
Ma Hongjun's heart stirred.
Oscars.
In the original work, he possessed a food-type martial soul, had innate full soul power, and specialized in selling sausages.
"Dean Flander!"
The person in charge of supervising the training was a man, burly with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a square face with a somewhat honest look.
He hurried forward to greet him. "You're back? This is...?"
His gaze fell on Ma Hongjun, sizing him up from head to toe.
"My newly accepted disciple, Ma Hongjun."
Flander said calmly, then turned to Ma Hongjun: "This is Zhao Wuji, the vice dean of the academy, a seven-ring Soul Saint. You can just call him Teacher Zhao."
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