Daily Life

As soon as the afternoon practical combat class ended, everyone was exhausted and drenched in sweat. Sweat ran down their cheeks and necks without stopping, soaking their clothes until they clung tightly to their backs.

Lin Xingyu had spent the entire afternoon circulating his qi and blood and tempering his body. Added to the drain from practical combat class, even with his extraordinary willpower, he had reached his physical limit by the end of the lesson. His legs trembled nonstop, sweat poured off him, and he nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

After that, Ye Yingluo's teaching content basically became fixed. In the mornings she taught theory, while Lin Xingyu quietly meditated below; in the afternoons she led the class in practical combat training, while Lin Xingyu silently circulated his qi and blood to temper his body.

At night, Lin Xingyu would spend two hours reading theoretical books on mecha design. On Saturdays and Sundays, he would go out to the Mecha Design Association to accept tasks and submit design blueprints to earn pocket money, and on Sunday afternoons, he would also carry out Thousand Forging. He was skilled at using Thousand Forging, but his Soul Power was not enough for Spirit Forging, and he feared damaging his foundation.

At present, after "Metallurgy Stone" refined lodestone, Tungsten Steel had already reached its limit. To improve it further, he had to raise his Soul Power first, so Lin Xingyu turned to refining White Edge Iron instead, which for the time being was enough for him to be self-sufficient.

Lin Xingyu's daily routine settled into place from then on. From Monday to Friday, he was like a machine with a preset program, moving back and forth between the dormitory, classroom, cafeteria, and training field, cutting off all entertainment. Even when he went out on Saturdays and Sundays, he kept the same rhythm the rest of the time. At first, his self-discipline only influenced the three people in his dormitory, but later the entire class was driven by it, and the students of Class 1 all became more diligent.

Time flew, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Xingyu trained painstakingly day after day, and by the end of the month, his Soul Power successfully broke through, rising from rank twenty-seven to rank twenty-eight.

Lin Xingyu cultivated at astonishing speed. At this pace, by the end of the first semester of first year, he had a chance of breaking through to become a Soul Elder. Becoming a Soul Elder at nine and a half, not even ten years old, would make him an absolute peerless prodigy on the Douluo Continent. After a small celebration, he returned once more to his dull, ordinary daily routine.

Every day was cultivation, reading, and afternoon practical combat class, where Ye Yingluo would arrange matches. The others had wins and losses against one another, but Lin Xingyu won every match against his classmates in Class 1.

In Class 1 Grade 1, Lin Xingyu could be called the great demon king. His Martial Soul, Soul Power, physical constitution, mental strength, and Soul Skills all far surpassed everyone else's.

In the end, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill to challenge Lin Xingyu, only for Lin Xingyu to blast them back to their original forms directly with his second Soul Skill, Glazed True Fire. As for fighting the others, he had more than enough to spare.

Time quietly flowed by amid fulfillment and monotony, like water in the desert that evaporated with ease, consumed without a sound. Lin Xingyu was immersed in the rhythm of training day after day and did not notice at all. When he suddenly came back to himself, he found that he was already in Ye Yingluo's office. More than two months had passed since Lin Xingyu entered the academy.

When Ye Yingluo called Lin Xingyu and the others to her office and informed them that the Promotion Tournament was about to begin and that they had to participate, Wei Xiaofeng and the others all looked relatively relaxed.

In the intermediate division of Eastsea Academy, from first year to fourth year, there was not a single Soul Elder. With someone like Lin Xingyu, who could be considered strong even among Soul Elders and nearly invincible below the Soul Elder level, even the fourth years might not have anyone who could beat him. What were the mere other four classes of first year worth?

Wei Xiaofeng and the others felt that against the classes below them, they could not see the slightest possibility of losing.

This was indeed what Ye Yingluo had in mind. She was full of confidence in her students and had never imagined that they would lose. Especially after witnessing Lin Xingyu single-handedly dismantle Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, that trust only became even firmer.

Could her students lose to the lower years?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Ye Yingluo's expression was solemn, and her gaze swept over the four youths before her one by one as she said earnestly, "A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit. This is an absolute principle. Starting tomorrow, after school each day, there will be a match, beginning with the lower years first. Although their strength may not match yours, you must not be careless. The moment you grow overconfident, you may suffer for it."

Lin Xingyu and the other three all agreed.

Ye Yingluo's eyes were filled with relief, her gaze gentle yet carrying expectation as it swept over Lin Xingyu and the other three one by one. She nodded and said, "Very good. With your strength, handling the first-year opponents should be no problem. I place great hopes in you. The goal is Class 1 Grade 4!"

Hearing Ye Yingluo's words, Wei Xiaofeng and the other two instantly looked shocked. Wei Xiaofeng's eyes widened; Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's expressions also changed abruptly, the corners of their mouths twitching slightly. Only Lin Xingyu's expression remained as usual, his eyes calm.

"What, you don't even have this much confidence?" Ye Yingluo asked back.

"No problem! Teacher Ye, just watch! We'll definitely break Eastsea Academy's record and become the most outstanding class of students!"

"Relax! There are no Soul Elders in the fourth year. Soul Elders only appear in the fifth year. With your strength, challenging the fourth year will be no problem at all. In the intermediate division, a Soul Elder can already apply for graduation." Ye Yingluo explained to her four students.

Wei Xiaofeng's eyes immediately lit up. He patted his chest and promised, "Teacher Ye, now that you've put it that way, how could we possibly lose!"

Ye Yingluo nodded in satisfaction. "Go back and make your preparations. Take a look at your next opponents. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can win every battle!"

Lin Xingyu and the other three returned to the dormitory while joking around.

Soon, Class Five of first year achieved three victories, and it was about to be Class 1 Grade 1's turn. During this period, Wu Changkong's strength drew everyone's attention, and by extension, Class Five of first year was taken even more seriously.

The Promotion Tournament was a grand event held once a year by Eastsea Academy. Every grade participated, and those who performed well would receive Eastsea Academy's recommendation. Their future path would become much smoother.

Today was the first day of the competition, and very few people went to watch. After all, there was nothing worth seeing in the weakest class of the first year.

Lin Xingyu did not go to watch. At this stage, Tang Wulin and Gu Yue had nothing worth seeing. They could not beat him; his base stats were far too much stronger than theirs right now.

Just then, the school broadcast suddenly rang out.

"Teachers and students, please take note. We have received notice that a Typhoon lasting one week will pass through the area. Everyone is to return to their dormitories. All activities are suspended."

Dark clouds pressed down overhead. Lead-gray cloud layers churned and crashed together, and the storm was on the verge of breaking. The sun was swallowed by gloom, and pale white light spilled over the terrified earth.

The air was damp and stifling. Wind, wrapped in unease, swept through the treetops, and branches trembled and whimpered. In the distance, the sea surged with roaring waves, whitecaps rolling as the wave crests waved helplessly.

The world was shrouded beneath the shadow of the Typhoon. Tension pressed heavily on the heart, and all things waited silently for the violent baptism.

Lin Xingyu quietly admired the scenery outside the window. His golden-red eyes shone with dazzling light.

When the great roc rises with the wind one day, it soars straight up ninety thousand li. I will make my own voice heard in this world. Everything begins here. I came, I saw, I conquered!