What's with Those Tears? And What's with That Expression?!

"No, you can't rest yet."

"Ah, is that all you've got?"

"Aren't you still breathing? Get up and keep going!"

"You don't even have the resolve to train until you pass out. How can you become stronger? Move already! Feeling miserable is your problem. Whether I can keep you going is mine. No resting!"

Wu Feng went from relaxed, to struggling, to finally unable to help collapsing onto the ground in despair.

Ning Wuque showed neither concern nor pity. He merely told her to get back up and continue, again and again.

It worked a little at first, but by the fourth time, Ning Wuque watched Wu Feng barely push herself back up. She was so exhausted that little pearls fell from her eyes, pattering onto the floor.

On one hand, she could still endure because Ning Tian was watching. On the other, she did not want her rival to look down on her!

Yet rather than praising her, Ning Wuque became even harsher:

"What's with those tears? And what's with that look in your eyes? If you want to become stronger, then show me the determination to become stronger!

"Is this sniveling what someone who wants to grow stronger looks like? Move! No crying! Tell your body who its master is. Make your will unshakable!"

"Wuque..."

Even Ning Tian could no longer bear to watch and wanted to plead for Wu Feng.

This was only a test.

But Ning Wuque slowly shook his head and said sternly and coldly, "Precisely because this is a test, I need to know where Wu Feng's limits lie. I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt her."

As he spoke, Ning Wuque tapped the Storage Soul Tool on his wrist. He had been prepared all along.

Real training naturally would not be like this. Gradual progress and scientific planning were the heart of exercise.

Wu Feng had not even been exposed to or adapted to this kind of training yet. Ning Wuque had not taught her any of the methods, techniques, or anything else.

Starting with high-intensity training would not produce good results.

However, a person's will determined the height they could reach, and the greatest outward manifestation of will appeared in the process of doing something unknown.

This test was meant to determine exactly where Wu Feng's limits were. Only then could Ning Wuque tailor a plan to train her until she could maintain, or even surpass, those limits!

He had done the same himself—first safely testing his limits by Zhang Can's side, then planning according to accurate data.

He had not been that impressive from the start either. On his very first day of training, he could not even last six hours.

Thud!

Before long, Wu Feng could no longer hold on and collapsed from exhaustion, her face hitting the floor as she went down with a bang.

Seeing this, Ning Wuque, who had long been ready, sprang from his chair in a flash. He hurried to Wu Feng's side, turned her over, helped her quickly sit up, and gently patted her back to help her catch her breath.

"Is Feng Mei okay?"

"It's nothing. She's much stronger than I was at the beginning. The passive physical enhancement from the quality of her Soul Spirit is really substantial."

Ning Wuque sighed slightly. Wu Feng's limit had lasted even longer than he expected! Was this the power of a Super Soul Spirit like the Red Dragon?

Soon, after Wu Feng had rested a little, Ning Wuque supported her to the table. With a flick of his hand, he took a specially made meatball from his Storage Soul Tool and stuffed it into her mouth, reminding her, "It tastes pretty bad. Swallow it. Don't spit it out."

With that, he picked up the pitcher of fruit drink from the table, filled Wu Feng's cup, and held it to her mouth.

Gulp, gulp.

With the fruit drink, Wu Feng reluctantly forced down the tasteless meatball. As the nutrients replenished her, her strength rapidly returned, and she looked at Ning Wuque with an aggrieved expression.

At the same time, she felt a little guilty toward Ning Wuque.

So this is what his daily training felt like? Those sarcastic things I said really were... too much!

Only after experiencing something could one truly understand it.

Wu Feng was the same. Only after personally going through Ning Wuque's daily routine could she understand how much effort he put in while she was off having fun.

That guy... doesn't seem quite so annoying now. It'd be even better if he stopped fighting me over Sister Tian.

A single limit test greatly changed Wu Feng's impression of Ning Wuque.

Sitting in her chair, Ning Tian looked at Wu Feng, whose strength had returned, and praised her. "Feng Mei was amazing. Most people probably would have started pretending not to hear anything long ago."

"Y-Yeah... really? Of course! I'm the best!"

Praised by Ning Tian, Wu Feng's pretty face immediately reddened. She straightened up and shyly accepted the compliment.

Soon, time slipped away like youth.

Ning Wuque had no intention of staying the night. Who knew? The next day, he might end up with seven Fixed-Mount Soul Tool Anti-Aircraft Cannon shells in his back and be ruled a suicide.

He wisely left.

Afterward, he began tailoring a training plan for Wu Feng. He made a list and sent it to her, telling her to have her father prepare everything on it.

However, it was worth mentioning that because Wu Feng was still a young girl and cared about saving face, Ning Wuque's training ground from then on was moved to Ning Tian's residence.

He was benefiting from Wu Feng, really. The rich Soul Power there was genuinely refreshing.

As for the rest of his studies?

What were those? He only needed to keep his name enrolled. He had practically taught himself everything already.

Thus, from that day onward, two figures disappeared from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's junior Soul Master Academy—sometimes, three.

Ning Tian's residence became Ning Wuque's new training spot. At the first hint of dawn, he could almost always be seen there training with an enormous piece of Soul-Nourishing Jade strapped to his back.

Ning Tian had lent it to him.

And surprisingly, training while carrying that thing even helped increase Soul Power! It saved him a great deal of time spent cultivating at night, allowing him to better study his Self-Created Soul Skills.

And so, time turned in circles, and two years passed in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, Wu Feng, you've passed. Your body can absolutely withstand a Dragonkin Soul Ring that has just reached a thousand years!"

That year, the three children were eleven. Ning Wuque looked at the student he had taught and nodded in satisfaction.

Before him, Wu Feng, drenched in sweat and dressed in specially made sportswear, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and complained, "Wuque, that punch just now was really brutal!"

"If I didn't put you under pressure with a Soul Elder-level punch, how would I know what level your physical fitness has reached? A thousand-year Soul Ring, especially a high-quality thousand-year Soul Ring, is no joke!"

"I know that without you telling me. Hmph!"

Wu Feng crossed her arms over her chest, flicked her red ponytail, and turned her head away.

Although she was only eleven, due to her Soul Spirit, as well as Ning Wuque's customized training plan and the expensive medicinal ingredients he used on her, Wu Feng had already reached a height of 1.7 meters.

Her entire body had balanced, beautiful muscle lines, carrying the aesthetic appeal of a fit young girl. Her slender figure and defined abs were enough to make anyone envious.

On top of that, some middle-aged man had approached Ning Wuque with a special request and provided top-grade heavenly treasures.

Wu Feng had even retained her soft, fair skin. Put her in a suitable outfit, and anyone who saw her would have to praise her as a spirited and striking beauty!

Sounds great, right?

She had traded for it with strength.

Ning Wuque despised—and envied—this sort of thing.

Screw this!

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