Learning from Chen Yuan

After Chen Yuan finished dinner and rested briefly, he began meditating.

Whether it was the intense training or the miraculous medicinal bath, Chen Yuan felt that his cultivation efficiency had improved considerably this time. His perception and absorption of the Soul Power in the outside world had both increased significantly compared to last time.

Naturally, Chen Yuan seized such a good opportunity and focused wholeheartedly on his meditation. By the time fatigue forced him out of his cultivation state, the Soul Power within him had made great progress as well.

A smile appeared in Chen Yuan's eyes as he said softly:

"If this continues, my Level 9 Soul Power should soon reach Level 10. Once that happens, I can hunt a Spirit Beast and absorb a Spirit Ring, becoming a true Spirit Master!"

With that thought in mind, the exhausted Chen Yuan quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day!

Without anyone needing to supervise him, Chen Yuan got up early. He was full of energy and felt brimming with vitality; yesterday's intense training had not affected him in the slightest.

After washing up, he ate breakfast before beginning the day's training. With yesterday's experience, Chen Yuan's training became even more efficient today.

Chen Yuan did not pursue speed as he swung his sword. Instead, he sought to make every swing reach his body's optimal state, repeatedly adjusting his stance, method of exerting force, and even his breathing rhythm...

This gave him a steadier training effect. Chen Yuan felt as though his body were burning, every muscle and every bone growing stronger after being tempered by that fire.

That very feeling gave Chen Yuan even more motivation to continue training.

Chen Xin saw all of this. As a Titled Douluo, nothing around him could escape his senses.

He grew increasingly satisfied with a disciple as self-disciplined as Chen Yuan. With such diligence, growing stronger was only a matter of time.

In contrast, Ning Rongrong had been pampered since childhood. Though she was very clever, she loved playing and was willful. They had to coax her for a long time before she would willingly cultivate seriously.

Chen Xin shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"If Rongrong had even half of Yuan'er's diligence, perhaps the Sect Leader would not be so troubled."

It was on that very day that Ning Fengzhi brought Ning Rongrong, accompanied by Gu Rong, to see how Chen Xin was training Chen Yuan.

Sensing their arrival, Chen Xin flashed over and quickly appeared before them. Looking at the three of them, he nodded and said:

"Sect Leader, you're here. Rongrong, you came too..."

Chen Xin greeted Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong, but ignored Gu Rong. Though the two guardians of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were close friends, they appeared to be at odds on the surface.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said:

"Sword Uncle, how is Chen Yuan doing under your guidance? His talent is excellent, so we cannot let it go to waste. We came to see how he trains."

At the mention of Chen Yuan, Chen Xin immediately gave him a favorable evaluation:

"This child is exceptionally diligent. Yesterday, I told him the training content and requirements. Today, he has already begun training on his own. There is not the slightest bit of carelessness; he is training entirely according to my requirements."

"Oh!"

Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up. Chen Yuan was bringing him more and more surprises. After glancing at his daughter, he immediately said:

"Sword Uncle, take us to see him."

Naturally, Chen Xin had no reason to refuse. He nodded directly and said:

"He's inside. Let's go in."

A moment later, the group arrived at Chen Yuan's training ground.

Chen Yuan, who was seriously practicing his sword swings, immediately entered everyone's sight. With their sharp eyes and experience, they could tell at a glance whether someone was training seriously.

In their eyes, Chen Yuan was training with extreme focus. Every swing contained the strength of his entire body, as though what stood before him was not empty air, but a real enemy.

Ning Fengzhi nodded repeatedly as he watched, saying with a smile:

"With such dedication, he will surely achieve great things in the future. Perhaps in a few decades, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will gain another Titled Douluo."

At this point, Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong and said solemnly:

"Rongrong, look at him. See how seriously he takes his training. You must learn more from Chen Yuan. Do not waste the talent of your Innate Level 9 Soul Power."

Listening to Ning Fengzhi's lecture, Ning Rongrong pouted, feeling deeply unconvinced. Her eyes shifted, and she came up with an idea.

If she did not want to be like Chen Yuan, then she would make Chen Yuan be like her.

Ning Rongrong immediately said seriously:

"Dad, you're right. I'll definitely learn well from Brother Chen Yuan. He's been training for so long, so he must be tired. I'll go learn from him right now."

After saying that, Ning Rongrong skipped toward Chen Yuan. Finally, she waved at the diligently training Chen Yuan and gave him a sweet smile.

"Brother Chen Yuan, are you tired? Stop and rest for a while, then come play with me."

At that moment, Ning Rongrong proudly raised her little head and thought:

No one can refuse my acting cute. Not Sword Grandpa, not Bone Grandpa, not Dad—and not you either, Chen Yuan!

Chen Yuan had long noticed everyone's arrival. Hearing Ning Rongrong say this, he slowly sheathed his sword and stood still, looking at Ning Rongrong before him, delicate as a doll with a sweet smile on her face.

His face covered in sweat, Chen Yuan broke into a brilliant smile. He held his head high and puffed out his chest before loudly declaring:

"Rongrong, I'm not tired. I haven't finished today's task yet. Only by training seriously can I become stronger. Once I become stronger, I'll be able to protect you."

"I..."

Ning Rongrong was speechless. She felt as though something had struck her heart, filling her with guilt. Her original ill intentions were completely replaced by remorse.

Ning Rongrong was very smart, but she was only six years old. How much scheming or malice could she truly possess? Seeing Chen Yuan's earnest expression as he said he wanted to grow stronger to protect her was enough to leave her at a complete loss.

In the distance, Ning Fengzhi's eyes shone as he looked at Chen Yuan. The more he looked, the more pleasing Chen Yuan seemed. This was exactly what he wanted to see: a sharp sword born to protect his daughter.

Beside Ning Fengzhi, suspicion appeared on Gu Rong's gaunt face. He always felt something was off, and he asked quietly:

"Old Sword Man, did you teach him that too?"

Chen Xin glanced at him, wearing an expression as though it were only natural.

"Old Bone, he's my disciple. Isn't that how he should be?"

What Chen Yuan had displayed was precisely what they wanted to see. Thus, even if they felt something was off, they did not harbor too much suspicion.

In truth, Chen Yuan had indeed done it deliberately, as though he had no self at all and cared only about protecting Ning Rongrong.

Chen Yuan began training again. This time, Ning Rongrong watched from the side, her eyes fixed on him at every moment, filled with curiosity and a desire to understand. Never before had she wanted so seriously to know someone.

As for Chen Yuan, he had also made considerable progress compared to yesterday. He swung his sword 124 times before finally being unable to hold on any longer and collapsing unconscious.

Chen Xin flashed forward, caught Chen Yuan, and carried him back to his room. Just like yesterday, he recovered through a medicinal bath...