Fallen Flame Palm Mastery

After only a brief exchange, Zhu Zhuqing had completely suppressed Ling Xiao.

Whether in Soul Power Level or combat awareness, Ling Xiao, who had grown up sheltered from childhood, was naturally no match for Zhu Zhuqing.

Of course, this was merely a spar, and Zhu Zhuqing stopped at the right point.

"Haha, my granddaughter has been spoiled since she was little. I'll have to trouble Teacher Han to look after her more in the future," Ling Hai said somewhat awkwardly.

The reason he had not allowed Ling Xiao to remain in the clan to cultivate was precisely because of this concern. Her innate soul power of seven and a half levels meant that she had a chance of reaching the realm of a Titled Douluo. Ling Hai did not want his own indulgence to ruin her future.

Han Yu smiled and nodded. "Senior Ling Hai, you flatter me. Since she is my student, I will certainly do my utmost to teach her."

"Oh dear, look at this old man's memory. Teacher Han, it's so late already. Why not stay the night at my residence?"

"Yes, Teacher Han, stay at my home," Ling Xiao chimed in.

Naturally, she had learned about Han Yu from her grandfather.

A high-level Soul Emperor in his twenties—he was already the youngest Soul Emperor on the continent, even surpassing Tang Hao in his youth. For such a genius powerhouse to become her teacher, she was wholeheartedly convinced.

Han Yu considered it and agreed. He was in no hurry to go to Heaven Dou City, and cultivating a Self-Created Soul Skill was clearly unsuitable in a hotel room. It was a perfect opportunity to borrow Ling Hai's Martial Arts Arena and take his Fallen Flame Palm cultivation a step further.

That night, at Ling Hai's enthusiastic invitation, Han Yu brought Ye Lingling along to attend the Ling Clan's family banquet.

After nightfall, Han Yu cultivated alone in the Martial Arts Arena.

He was not in a hurry to give the sub-fire to Ling Xiao. Once his other student arrived, distributing them together would save quite a bit of time.

Seeing Han Yu cultivating by himself, Ling Hai could not help but sigh. "With such talent and such diligence in cultivation, he truly deserves to be called a top genius."

"Patriarch, perhaps within twenty years, Teacher Han will reach the realm of a Titled Douluo," the Ling Residence's Steward agreed.

Geniuses of this caliber were often proud and arrogant. Other than outstanding talents of their own generation, it was impossible for ordinary people to befriend them. Yet Han Yu had chosen to associate with them because he had taken a liking to his granddaughter's talent.

"A powerhouse with such a disposition cannot be underestimated in the future. Tell the family not to disturb his cultivation. Also, it is time to send a letter to Eldest Sister about Xiao Xiao. She has been thinking about Xiao Xiao a great deal lately."

Han Yu's personality ensured that he would not lack friends. Once he grew stronger in the future, the Ling Clan could also use their connection through Ling Xiao to board this great ship.

"Patriarch, should we inform the elders of the situation?"

"Not yet. Spirit Hall's internal situation is complicated. Since Han Yu has no intention of joining Spirit Hall, we should not overstep."

Han Yu had noticed the conversation between the two as well. He knew Ling Hai was a smart man and would not recklessly spread news of him.

Fallen Flame Palm! With a thrust of his palm, flames surged forth from his hand.

The next moment, the flames did not scatter. Instead, they gradually compressed into a single point in Han Yu's palm.

A deep rumble sounded as the point of fire shattered, transforming into a sea of flames that filled the sky.

"Flames become a point; the point becomes Yan. Fallen Flame Palm, mastered!"

With the Burning Art, a fire-control cultivation technique, cultivating the Fallen Flame Palm was not difficult.

The night passed without incident, and in the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

Today was Shrek Academy's opening ceremony.

Because of Ma Hongjun's remarks yesterday, Dai Mubai had taught him a lesson early that morning. By a twist of fate, Tang San had not clashed with him.

However, without Dai Mubai stopping him, Tang San had ended up eating one of Oscar's sausages.

"I'm very pleased that our academy has welcomed three new students this year. Later, go pay the registration fee—one hundred Gold Soul Coins per person. Ning Rongrong, Oscar, step forward."

It was the first day of school, and Ning Rongrong was naturally interested in the unfamiliar environment, leaving her with no reason to talk back to Flender.

"As support-system Soul Masters, running away is a required course for you. Later, run ten laps around the village. That will be your lesson for today."

As he spoke, Flender also noticed the Soul Tool at Tang San's waist.

Ning Rongrong did not know what ten laps entailed, but she answered solemnly.

"Are you Tang San?" Flender asked as he looked at the youth wearing a half-mask.

Tang San stepped forward. "Dean, I am Tang San."

"Come to my office later. Formal study and cultivation will begin tomorrow. You have one day to adjust your condition."

With that, Flender left the training grounds. Oscar and Ning Rongrong also ran out of the academy.

"Tang San, I didn't expect you to really come." Dai Mubai took the initiative to speak to him.

Tang San smiled in response. "Brother Dai, pleased to meet you."

"Let me introduce you. This is also a student of the academy—Fatty Ma Hongjun," Dai Mubai said.

Ma Hongjun greeted him with a smile, but the moment he saw Xiao Wu, his eyes went wide.

Xiao Wu's expression darkened, but she could not make a scene under the circumstances.

Tang San frowned. "Classmate Hongjun, Xiao Wu is my younger sister."

Dai Mubai hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Haha, Little San, just call him Fatty. Fatty is like this because of his martial soul."

After some explanation, the misunderstanding was more or less cleared up.

To Tang San, even the garbage dumps of Shrek Academy seemed fragrant, so he would not blame Ma Hongjun over this.

"Since we are all classmates, please guide me well."

Early that morning, Han Yu gave his three students some guidance in their cultivation before arriving at the entrance of the Ru Ting Hotel.

The other student he was looking for was currently staying there.

As it happened, when he arrived at the hotel entrance, the family had just checked out and was preparing to leave Suotuo City.

"Alas, Da Zhi still hasn't obtained his Second Soul Ring, so he can't enroll in an Advanced Soul Master Academy. Sigh... If he wastes several years at an intermediate Soul Master Academy, I'm afraid it will affect Da Zhi's future." The middle-aged man sighed repeatedly.

The middle-aged woman beside him wore the same helpless expression. However, neither husband nor wife was a Soul Master. If they wanted to obtain a Second Soul Ring for their son, they could only seek out a Soul Hunting Squad.

And the price of a Second Soul Ring was very high—far more than their family could afford.

"If you trust me, let your child cultivate under my guidance. I can help resolve the matter of the soul ring," Han Yu said as he stepped forward.

He could tell that the youth before him had reached level twenty long ago, but his cultivation had been neglected because he had been unable to obtain a soul ring.

"You are?" the boy's father asked with a puzzled expression.

"My name is Han Yu. I am a teacher at an academy. If you are willing to trust me, leave your son in my care."

As he spoke, six soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—appeared beneath Han Yu's feet.

On the Douluo Continent, nothing was more convincing than displaying one's strength.