He could violate the academy's rules.
Did he have connections within the academy?
Was he the son of some higher-up?
Or perhaps the dean's son.
The thought delighted Fang Ling.
Having connections was good.
If he really was the dean's son, then considering the dean's record of defeating three experts of the same rank at the Soul Emperor level...
No matter how he looked at it, Lin Tianyang's combat ability would not be weak.
It would also be much more convenient to obtain Soul Rings in the future.
Manager Wang glanced at Fang Ling's broken leg. "A Spirit Scholar killed a One-Ring Spirit Master across ranks?"
Lin Tianyang was even more excited than Fang Ling, the person involved. He boasted, "Of course. There's proof from the Spirit Hall Angel Legion Demon Hunt Camp. He killed a Fallen Spirit Master."
"The Angel Legion, huh? Good kid."
Manager Wang seemed to know something. After sighing in admiration, he acknowledged Fang Ling's talent. "Wait here."
He went back inside, took out a key, and handed it to him.
"Take the courtyard next to yours."
"It happens to be empty. When you have time, you can teach him too."
"Then thank you, Manager Wang. I'll treat you to drinks when I have time next."
After thanking him, the couple brought Fang Ling to a quiet courtyard.
There was a two-story building inside.
It was a complete mess. Dead branches and fallen leaves covered the ground, while dust lay everywhere indoors.
But the furnishings were still usable.
The two of them helped Fang Ling clean up a room fit for sleeping.
During that time, Lin Tianyang's Martial Soul proved immensely useful.
The Flowing Wind Blade was, as its name implied, a wind-attributed longsword.
He lowered the power of his Spirit Skill and swung once, blowing all the dust outside.
The room instantly became spotless.
Fang Ling was delighted by that level of control over a Spirit Skill's power.
The smallest details revealed the whole picture. From this alone, he could tell that Lin Tianyang truly deserved to be a teacher at War King Academy.
He truly deserved to be a Soul Master who had competed in the Soul Master Competition Preliminary Competition.
Although he was not as gifted as Tang San, as a fellow weapon-type Tool Martial Soul master, he happened to be the teacher most suited to Fang Ling.
I'll definitely be able to learn a lot from him!
The advanced stages of scythe technique and body technique, here I come!
Fang Ling happily helped out with whatever small tasks he could.
Teacher Lin Tianyang cleaned the house, while Shimu Shu Manyun carried suitable bedding and pillows from their courtyard and helped make the bed.
He was such a thoughtful teacher. He cared this much—could I be his first disciple?
Fang Ling guessed wildly.
What struck him most was that ever since becoming a genius, the world had suddenly become much better.
Aside from his own solid strength, he really needed to properly thank those three members of the Angel Legion.
Everything had come from that proof.
Otherwise, receiving the same treatment and earning a teacher's favor might have been much more troublesome.
Before leaving, Lin Tianyang said to Fang Ling:
"Tomorrow, I'll show you around the academy. Afterward, once I have a general understanding of your strength, we'll begin cultivation."
"Thank you, Teacher and Shimu!"
After a tiring day, the sleepiness he had been suppressing washed over him. He took a quick bath and fell straight into sleep.
The next day, Fang Ling rose early.
After briefly loosening up, he immediately began training.
Previously, he had worried that the journey would be dangerous and needed to conserve his strength for possible emergencies, so he had gone nearly a month without training.
Day after day, there would surely be progress.
He firmly believed that.
Training could not stop.
He ran among the stones, pool, and shrubs in the courtyard, swinging his sickle as he went and trimming away excess branches.
In the nearby loft, Lin Tianyang and Shu Manyun leaned together by the window.
They quietly watched his every movement.
"What do you think of this little fellow?" Shu Manyun asked softly.
"He's a good prospect," Lin Tianyang praised.
He waved his hand before him, making swishing motions as he imitated Fang Ling's attacks.
"Look at his movements. His sickle is fast, precise, and ruthless. His footwork is measured, and every move is disciplined."
"He doesn't rigidly stick to fixed forms when attacking. An ordinary person would need three to five years just to master that sickle, let alone combine it with rapid movement."
"It's hard to imagine that no teacher ever taught him."
Shu Manyun asked doubtfully, "Then how does he compare to you?"
"His combat talent seems stronger than mine, but I've lived for so many years. He definitely can't match my skill and experience yet." Lin Tianyang gently scraped his wife's nose.
"After all, when relying only on yourself, there are some areas you can't account for."
"Come on, let's go down. We'll show him around the academy first, then see how he performs in actual combat."
"Fang Ling, come over." Lin Tianyang beckoned from the courtyard on his side.
"Good morning, Teacher."
Fang Ling greeted him respectfully.
"You don't need to be so restrained. You haven't eaten breakfast yet, right? Come eat with us."
"Alright, thank you, Teacher."
After breakfast, the couple took Fang Ling around the academy.
"This is the Teaching Building, where you'll attend classes in the mornings."
The Teaching Building was extremely luxurious. The academy clearly was not short on money.
"This is the Training Field... The Mimetic Cultivation Field is over there, but not many people use it. Aside from certain specialized areas and young Soul Masters with corresponding attributes, it doesn't actually speed up cultivation by much."
"The academy also has a library. Few Soul Masters use it, but if you like reading, you can take a look."
"The Treatment Room is here. Your Shimu is the deputy director, so if you get injured in the future, you can come find her..."
Fang Ling silently followed along, carefully memorizing everything his teacher told him.
"Teacher, do I have to attend classes too?"
Lin Tianyang was surprised by his question. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Although you can graduate as long as you participate in ten Soul Fighting matches and reach Soul Grandmaster, you still need to remember Soul Beasts, their habits, the Spirit Skills they might produce, and common Martial Souls in the Soul Master world."
"And what methods to use against different types of Soul Masters, as well as team composition and coordination."
"Classes are only in the morning. In the afternoon, I'll teach you combat—mainly how to coordinate the sickle with movement."
Fang Ling nodded to show that he understood.
Just like at Notting Academy, there were only classes in the morning. The afternoon was free time, and no one interfered with what you did.
He no longer needed to slaughter pigs either, so he could devote more time to cultivation.
"What about the Great Soul Arena?"
"Huh? The Great Soul Arena?" Lin Tianyang froze.
"Yes, I remember that One-Ring Spirit Masters can enter the Great Soul Arena too, right?" Fang Ling looked at him expectantly.
Once he went to the Great Soul Arena, he could first see the level of the Soul Masters here.
If they were weak, then he could start killing.
Whether it was Soul Power or his Martial Soul, both were already ravenous!
"You just arrived at the academy. Why do you already want to go to the Great Soul Arena so quickly?" Lin Tianyang's mouth twitched.
"I like fighting. The tension of battle can help me cultivate faster."
After a moment of silence, Lin Tianyang placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's too soon."
"The academy encourages combat, but we don't fight battles we aren't prepared for."
"Also, I've always wanted to say this—you fit our academy's School Motto quite well."
Fang Ling stared at him curiously.
This academy had a School Motto? He did not seem to remember hearing one at Notting Academy.
"Talent is not the only thing. A firm will can change everything!"
Lin Tianyang clenched his fist and roared with imposing force, "Fang Ling, remember the School Motto well!"
"So what if you're Innate Level One? There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. The limitations of talent cannot trap a natural powerhouse with an unwavering will!"
"Yes, Teacher!"
Fang Ling answered loudly, though he found it somewhat strange inside.
"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters." Yu Xiaogang had said those words.
They were widely spread throughout the Soul Master world and had inspired many poorly gifted Soul Masters to forge ahead.
Although they also proved in reverse that Yu Xiaogang, who could not break through to Soul Elder, truly was useless, the words themselves were not wrong.
In later generations, there was a Soul Master named Ji Juechen who rose through sheer willpower.
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