Mimis's Training

"Does Teacher Mi look down on me? Do you think I lack the ability to teach the Sacred Class students?" Zi Qingyang's gaze darkened.

"No, I'm just worried the students won't adapt and that it'll delay their cultivation." Mimis was no pushover either. After being mocked by Zi Qingyang, her temper flared, and her words turned sharp.

Zi Qingyang's expression darkened further, his eyes turning vicious. Just as he was about to speak, Sols stepped forward at the right moment. "Enough. Both of you, say no more."

Hearing this, the two finally stopped trading barbs.

Sols turned his gaze to Mimis and asked gently, "Teacher Mi, do you need the academy to help you hunt a Soul Ring?"

"No, I can do it myself." Mimis answered coolly, carrying an aloofness that kept others at arm's length. Then, she left the Academic Affairs Office.

Sols watched her leave and let out a soft sigh.

He had watched this child grow up. She had always been so determined to prove herself.

As Mimis walked out, she held Lu Leng's file in her hand.

"Innate Soul Power level twenty-one!"

"A God-level Martial Soul!"

Mimis's gaze flickered, her beautiful eyes flowing like a galaxy. No one knew what she was thinking.

The sparring match ended.

As the class bell rang, the packed arena instantly cleared out.

Lu Leng also returned to the classroom. By then, everyone's gazes toward him had changed. There was curiosity, shock, envy...

But there was no longer any disdain.

Lu Leng swept his eyes across the room and noticed several people whose expressions remained calm. They showed no reaction to his victory. He silently remembered them before returning to his seat.

This class was still a theory lesson, but the instructor had been replaced by an old man.

Blah blah blah...

Time always passed slowly during class, but Lu Leng endured until it was over. That was also the end of today's lessons, and the afternoon was free time.

After eating alone, he returned to his dormitory.

However, the moment he returned to his room, the door was pushed open.

"Teacher Mimis? Why are you here?" Lu Leng asked curiously. This teacher's timing was always so precise. "By the way, Teacher, don't you knock?"

"You're a six-year-old child. Keeping your door shut in broad daylight—could it be you have some bad intentions?" Mimis asked in return. Compared to when she taught class, she seemed a little less cold.

"But I need privacy too." Lu Leng was speechless. Was he not considered a man just because he was six?

"You're quite good at protecting yourself, little fellow. I'll knock next time." Mimis said, then unceremoniously sat on the edge of the bed with her full hips. She took out a file, her jade-like fingers lightly tapping against it.

"Teacher Mimis, what did you come to see me about?" Lu Leng could not help speaking first.

"Of course." Mimis replied without even raising her head. "I looked through your file. I have to say, you're a rare genius. Extremely, extraordinarily rare. Perhaps all of Douluo Continent could not produce another genius capable of matching you."

"His Holiness the Pope sent you to me. I think I already understand her intentions. So, for your better development, I'll create a cultivation plan suited specifically to you."

"Teacher, are you giving me special training?" Lu Leng asked.

"What's wrong with giving special training to the future Holy Son?" The ice on Mimis's face rarely melted by a fraction.

"Teacher, are you that certain I'll become the Holy Son?"

"I wasn't before, but under my guidance, I am certain!" Mimis abruptly stood up, her face revealing boundless confidence and domineering presence.

Lu Leng happened to be sitting opposite her. When she suddenly stood, he was caught off guard. Looking up, he saw two conspicuous peaks rising before him.

"What imposing presence," Lu Leng said instinctively.

"Thank you for the compliment." Mimis thought he was praising her aura.

Then Mimis sat down again and asked Lu Leng more detailed questions. Everything about him, including many private matters, was thoroughly questioned by her.

Two hours later, Mimis left Dormitory 023.

Looking at the wide-open door, Lu Leng was speechless. "Doesn't knock when entering, doesn't close the door when leaving. I give up."

The next day, while Lu Leng was still asleep, Mimis directly pushed open the door.

"Get up. The training plan has been arranged. Training starts today!"

"Teacher Mimis, why didn't you knock again?" Lu Leng was grumpy after waking up, and he also had a habit of sleeping naked. Mimis pushing the door open like that immediately filled him with anger.

"I forgot. I'll knock next time."

Seeing her utterly unmoved expression, Lu Leng knew she had not taken it to heart at all.

Soon, inside the academy's Advanced Mimicry Training Room.

Lu Leng stared at the stack of papers, nearly twenty centimeters thick, his mouth hanging open. "Teacher Mimis, you finished all this material in one night?"

"Is... is that not okay?"

Mimis's expression was somewhat strange, but Lu Leng did not notice.

"Enough nonsense. Start today's training. Today, we'll mainly test your physical data!" As she spoke, Mimis took out the first sheet of paper. "First item: Soul Power recovery speed. Begin!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the training room changed. Several ten-year and hundred-year Soul Beasts appeared and surrounded Lu Leng.

"Rapidly exhaust your Soul Power, then evade their attacks!"

Hearing this, Lu Leng released Soul Skills one after another. Before long, he had depleted all the Soul Power in his body. Next, he relied on his physical fitness to evade the Soul Beasts' attacks. This test mainly measured the speed at which one recovered Soul Power while fleeing or maneuvering during battle.

Three hours later.

"Not bad. Under these circumstances, you recover an hour faster than ordinary people meditating."

"Next, the second item: Soul Power capacity test!"

Since everyone's physical condition was different, the amount of Soul Power needed for each level breakthrough was also different. Although the differences were generally small, there were still subtle gaps. Once accumulated, those gaps became an objectively significant figure.

Another half hour later.

"Not bad. Next, the third item..."

Time passed quickly amid such training. Aside from weekends, Lu Leng had half of each day free, but Mimis dragged him off to train during that free time.

Half a month later, in the Advanced Mimicry Training Room, Lu Leng sat on the ground, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. In front of him stood Mimis. Her face was as expressionless as an iceberg, while her hand continuously wrote with a pen.

After a moment, she tore up the records in her hand and said, "Your physique exceeds my expectations. The plan I made before is no longer suitable. Next, I'll create an even harsher plan for you."

"What? Even harsher?" Lu Leng's mouth fell open. This was already brutal enough. The training was going to get even more intense?