Morning Training

Early the next morning, before dawn had broken, Ye Xinyu slowly opened her eyes.

Perhaps because she had lived two lives, her spiritual power was clearly much stronger than that of ordinary people. She had cultivated a little longer, sleeping for less than three hours that night, yet she did not feel uncomfortable at all. If it had been her in her previous life, sleeping only five hours in one night would have left her head aching like hell.

After carefully sensing the Soul Power within her body, she found that after cultivating for a little over two hours that night—nearly five hours—her Soul Power had noticeably increased. At this rate, if she maintained around three hours of cultivation every day and kept it up, she would probably reach Rank 14 Soul Power within four months.

Carefully pushing Xiao Wu, who was draped over her, aside, Ye Xinyu could not help but sigh in relief when she saw that Xiao Wu had not woken up.

Cultivation was mainly about who could grind harder. If everyone cultivated together, how was she supposed to widen the gap? She had no intention of setting up opponents for herself. She would cultivate diligently, then amaze everyone.

After quickly getting dressed, washing her face, and brushing her teeth, Ye Xinyu headed toward the academy's training grounds.

Although Soul Masters mainly cultivated Soul Power, her mother had reminded her before leaving that while a Soul Master's strength mainly came from Soul Power, physical fitness could not be neglected either. Whale Rubber could improve physical strength, but it could not improve the body's instincts. Even though she was not a combat-type Soul Master, exercising more would give her a few more chances of escaping with her life if she encountered danger in the future.

Lost in thought, she had already reached the edge of the training grounds. The dormitory lights went out around eight in the evening, and it was probably around five or six in the morning now. One benefit of academies in this world was that there was basically no damned morning self-study. She had looked over the schedule before; there was roughly one class at nine in the morning that lasted a little over two hours, while the rest of the time was for independent cultivation. The schedule was quite relaxed.

At this hour, the training grounds were completely empty, without a single person in sight.

Seeing that no one was around and that there was no need to hide anything deliberately, she casually took out a piece of Whale Rubber the size of her little fingernail from her Soul Tool. Enduring its fishy stench, she swallowed it directly.

As that small piece of Whale Rubber entered her stomach, she felt waves of heat continuously spreading through her lower abdomen. Not daring to delay in the slightest, she began running around the training grounds.

Her mother had said that she had already consumed quite a bit of Whale Rubber. If she relied solely on Soul Power to refine it, Whale Rubber would no longer have much effect on her. If she did not want to waste it, she had to keep her body in a state of exertion, stimulating it to absorb as much of the Whale Rubber's energy as possible.

However, just as she began her day's cultivation, she had no idea that a boy on a distant rooftop was watching her.

"What a crude cultivation method. Could it be that I was overthinking things? Maybe she isn't like me."

Watching Ye Xinyu run around the training grounds, Tang San could not help feeling uncertain. Ever since their first meeting, he had felt that there was something off about her, as though she had deliberately approached him. This was the instinct he had honed through years of life-and-death trials, and it was precisely this instinct that had allowed him to make his way step by step to where he was now.

He had thought she was someone from the Tang Sect sent to hunt him down. But upon seeing her clumsy cultivation method and low-level meditation technique, Tang San dismissed his suspicion. He had been overthinking it. Even if it was not the Tang Sect's supreme cultivation technique, the Mysterious Heaven Skill, even the introductory internal cultivation methods used by outer disciples were far superior to her meditation technique.

At that moment, Tang San unconsciously activated his Purple Demon Eye. Even though it was only at the first stage, it still allowed him to see many things in minute detail.

"But why can her Soul Power and physical strength reach such a level while using a cultivation technique of this grade?"

Although he had absorbed soul rings that were less than ten years old, so his Soul Power had not risen by much, even two rings had only increased it slightly. Still, Tang San did not care.

The inner power—or rather, Soul Power—cultivated through the Mysterious Heaven Skill was far more condensed in quality than the Soul Power of Soul Masters at the same rank. This was one of his trump cards.

Yet this person, who cultivated with a crude meditation technique and trained through clumsy running, possessed both Soul Power and physical fitness above his own. Could this be talent?

He had met quite a few Soul Masters outside. Even Battle Soul Masters in their thirties or forties could not match her physical fitness. And yet she had claimed to be Support-type. Did she really think he was a child she could fool?

Forget it. For now, he had not discovered her doing anything that warranted death. He would leave her alone for the time being and focus on cultivating instead.

As the academy bell rang, Ye Xinyu, having finished breakfast, hurried toward the classroom.

The academy itself only had a few hundred people, divided into several classes. In the enormous classroom, there were fewer than thirty students. She casually found a seat, but just as she sat down, she heard a somewhat resentful voice from beside her.

"Hmph, you ran off to cultivate early in the morning without even calling me."

Ye Xinyu did not need to guess who was speaking.

"Ahem, I saw that you were sleeping so soundly. I didn't want to wake you."

Xiao Wu merely gave a soft snort and scooted closer.

"I don't care. Next time you go out to cultivate, remember to call me along."

"Fine." Ye Xinyu did not think much of it. There were still students who woke up early, and it was perfectly normal for one of them to happen to see her exercising.

She nodded helplessly. To be honest, she did not want to get too close to these people. What she wanted was simply a distance that was neither unfamiliar nor overly intimate.

In the future, these were all people who would go against Spirit Hall. If she got too close, she would probably end up suffering collateral damage.

A person should know their own limits. Whether it was the protagonist group or Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, she could not afford to provoke a single one of them. People said Qian Renxue's godhood was watered down, but watered down or not, she would still be a god in the later stages. And let alone Qian Renxue, even some random worshipper could probably pin her down and beat her.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were both out of their minds, constantly holding back. The amount they held back was probably enough to fill an ocean. The early stages were one thing, but by the later stages, when they were already fighting to the death, they still did not know to finish their opponent off. If it were her, she would destroy the corpse and erase all traces. Come on, revive again if you can.

As for hanging around with the protagonist group, that was even more absurd. She could not really judge God King Tang's personality, but if he found out about her bead, she would probably be finished on the spot. In any case, she had never seen God King Tang turn down a treasure.

Given that situation, would she have to be insane to get involved in their affairs?

Her thoughts were simple: they could do whatever they wanted and fight to the death if they pleased. She simply would not get involved. After all, she did not have some great clan or anything. There were only her and her mother, so no one could use them as leverage and wipe them out like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.