Zhang Ping: We Should Listen to the Adults

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Martial Soul Hall, leveraging its considerable financial strength, had established simulated training grounds in both the Junior Soul Master Academies and the Advanced Soul Master Academies.

The training facilities across the five Soul Master Academies were sufficient to meet the daily needs of students from Martial Soul City.

Tuoba Xi said, "At your cultivation speed, you'll soon reach level forty. Once you become a Soul Ancestor, apply to graduate from the Academy early."

Simulated training grounds only provided a significant improvement in the early stages of a Soul Master's cultivation.

Once a Soul Ancestor, the benefits were significantly diminished; for a Soul King, they were almost negligible and could be ignored.

This was also one of the reasons the Advanced Soul Master Academies stipulated that students could graduate unconditionally once they reached their thirties.

Remaining in the Academy after reaching the Soul Ancestor level was undoubtedly a waste of valuable cultivation time.

Tuoba Yan pondered for a moment and said, "I want to participate in the Graduation Trial five months from now!"

The Graduation Trial served as a networking and exchange conference for the Four Junior Soul Master Academies in the southeast and northwest of Martial Soul City.

The Martial Soul Hall would pre-select potential candidates from each year's participants in the Continent-Wide Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament here.

Once selected, they would receive focused cultivation from the Martial Soul Hall.

Tuoba Xi stroked his beard and asked, "Is it for the prizes for the top three?"

Tuoba Yan nodded.

Tuoba Xi continued, "Alright, I'll agree to it. I've given you my word; can you do the same for me?"

"Tell me."

"My old friend, Cardinal Zhang, came to see me. He not only brought generous gifts but also expressed hope that we could become in-laws."

"Have you agreed?"

"Not yet. I'm just discussing it with you."

"Don't agree."

"Yan'er, please consider it. Cardinal Zhang's family's Martial Soul is the Golden Waist Flying Swallow, and his granddaughter has an innate Soul Power of level eight. I've had someone look her over, and that girl is of a proper appearance, a good match to bring fortune to a man, with a rounded hips and slender waist; she's very fertile. Yan'er… Yan'er…"

Tuoba Xi continued his rambling, but Tuoba Yan had already turned his face away, walking directly into Zero Dormitory, ignoring his words, leaving Tuoba Xi calling out after him.

"Yan'er, at least meet her. I guarantee you'll like her. She's obedient and well-mannered, a good girl… Yan'er…"

Five months later, Soul Hunting Valley was bustling with activity.

Hundreds of boys and girls, all around eleven or twelve years old, had gathered here.

Some were whispering and looking excited, while others had determined expressions and were flexing their muscles, creating an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

A temporary platform stood at the front, decorated with red silk banners displaying the Martial Soul Hall's iconic totem, sparkling in the sunlight.

In front of the platform, Guardian Knights of the Martial Soul Hall, clad in silver armor and wielding spears, stood tall and imposing, guarding the sides.

The students from the Four Junior Soul Master Academies stood in neat rows, the badges on their uniforms fluttering gently in the breeze.

Among the crowd, a seven-year-old child sat alone on a stone, his figure appearing particularly small compared to the others.

He looked calm, his eyes as still as water, seemingly isolated from the noisy crowd, quietly awaiting the start of the networking event.

"You're called Tuoba Yan, aren't you?"

A clear, bell-like voice came from beside him.

Tuoba Yan turned his head and saw a girl with short, golden hair walking towards him gracefully.

She had snow-white skin and a beautiful face.

She was tall and shapely, wearing a well-tailored silver uniform and pleated skirt of the Martial Soul Hall.

Her hands were gloved in leather, and a silver chain hung from her chest, swaying gently with each step.

Her high boots hugged her calves, revealing long, slender legs, and every movement exuded an elegant and charming demeanor, a rare beauty to behold.

The girl's cheeks were slightly flushed as she introduced herself softly, "Hello, I'm Zhang Ping. My grandfather is your grandfather's comrade, the Cardinal of Sylvest City!"

She was gentle and her tone was soft, clearly well-educated and very likable.

But as soon as Tuoba Yan thought of what Tuoba Xi had mentioned about the arranged marriage, a strong sense of resistance welled up within him, and he asked coldly, "Do you have something to say?"

Zhang Ping stared straight at Tuoba Yan for a moment before regaining her composure, shyly lowering her head, her voice soft, "You may not be familiar with the tournament rules. Students can form teams privately, in pairs or groups of three. I'd like to team up with you!"

"Thank you for the kind offer, but I'm not interested in teaming up."

"Teaming up is more beneficial for navigating the canyon. My Soul Power is currently level thirty-four, and I've already obtained my third Soul Ring, possessing the third Soul Skill. There are not only Soul Beasts in the canyon but also Soul Masters with malicious intent. Don't worry, I won't hold you back and can even help you get into the top three."

"Did your grandfather send you?"

Zhang Ping's head dropped even lower at the words, her face instantly flushing red, like a ripe apple, her shy appearance evoking sympathy even in Tuoba Yan.

Despite himself, Tuoba Yan had to admit that the Zhang Ping before him was strikingly beautiful, stirring a slight ripple in his heart, but the thought of this being an arranged marriage immediately overwhelmed him with resistance.

"You don't seem like someone who would blindly obey. Don't you object to arranged marriages?" Tuoba Yan knew he couldn't reason with his grandfather, so he tried to find a breakthrough with Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping slightly raised her head, glanced at Tuoba Yan's handsome face, and then quickly lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper, "At first, I opposed it. Until…"

"Until what?"

Zhang Ping raised her head again, meeting Tuoba Yan's piercing gaze, then shyly lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito, "I feel that, as children, we should listen to our elders!"