A Rich Girl Takes an Interest in Your Workout

"Feng Mei, don't be so rude!"

Ning Tian hurriedly covered Wu Feng's mouth, then apologized to Ning Wuque, who was lying on the ground.

"I'm sorry. You're Ning Wuque, right?"

"..."

Ning Wuque did not answer. He merely slowly sat up and adjusted his breathing and condition.

About three minutes later, he finally turned to look at the girl waiting quietly nearby, as well as the little brat beside her with an irritated look on her face.

He nodded and said slowly, "Yes, of course I'm tired."

With fifteen minutes of rest remaining, Ning Wuque did not mind leaving a good impression on Ning Tian, this young lady. After all, his current identity was that of a direct descendant of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

"Then why do you still push yourself so hard? If you want to grow stronger, wouldn't cultivating Soul Power be better?"

Ning Tian asked in confusion.

She had noticed Ning Wuque long ago. Though she was already the Young Clan Head, her preschool education had still been assigned to this academy. It was something she had to go through—socializing.

However, the time she had truly become interested in Ning Wuque was a week ago. That day, she had happened to grow tired from cultivation and did not want to stay in the classroom, so she had dragged Wu Feng out for a stroll.

At the time, Ning Wuque had been running laps around the field.

At first, Ning Tian had not paid much attention. But after she and Wu Feng played around the academy for two hours and were preparing to return to the classroom to wait for lunch break, she was shocked to find that Ning Wuque was still running laps!

This guy had been running for at least two hours? Wasn't his stamina a little absurd?

Although when she passed by again, Ning Wuque had already looked like he could collapse at any moment, she still thought he was impressive.

This boy, whom her father had praised during his Martial Soul awakening, truly refused to resign himself to his fate!

But... what use was that?

The world of Soul Masters would always be about Soul Power. No matter how good one's physical foundation was, if their Soul Power could not break through, they would only reach about the level of a four-ringed Soul Ancestor in their lifetime.

Yet with Ning Wuque's Level 3 Innate Soul Power, reaching five or even six rings in this lifetime would not be a problem at all. There was no need for him to neglect the essentials for the trivial!

At the time, Ning Tian had not foolishly gone over to lecture Ning Wuque. Instead, she chose to observe this person everyone had always called the "weird kid."

One day, two days, three days.

The more Ning Tian watched Ning Wuque, the more unbelievable she found him!

Take Ning Wuque's push-ups, for example. Ning Tian could not manage after doing just over a dozen. She simply lacked the willpower to continue.

Even Wu Feng, who possessed a Beast Soul Spirit, could only do around one hundred and fifty at most while in Martial Soul Possession.

But what about Ning Wuque?

He could do over four hundred! Without even stopping to rest!

And that was not all. According to Ning Tian's observations, Ning Wuque pushed himself to the limit in at least three standard exercises every day, then mixed in some strange movements she did not understand. During the eight hours of school, aside from meals, he spent at least seven and a half hours exercising!

Even after school, she could still see him working out in the Elder's Courtyard within the clan.

Ning Tian was utterly puzzled. Did doing this really not tire him out? Did he not grow sick of it, feel exhausted, or even suffer?

That was why she had appeared after Ning Wuque finished his workout today. She intended to have a chat with this "weird kid."

"Cultivation?"

A trace of loneliness flashed through Ning Wuque's eyes. If he could truly cultivate in peace, who would be willing to become like this?

After composing his expression, he slowly said, "Young Clan Head, you should understand why Innate Soul Power is so important, right? The amount of Innate Soul Power a person has directly determines the total amount of Soul Power they can absorb and refine in a day.

"I am merely a Soul Master with Level 3 Innate Soul Power and an ordinary Martial Soul. If I want a better life, I can only work hard in every possible way!"

That was indeed part of the reason, but his cultivation needs mattered more.

On Douluo Continent, Innate Soul Power affected the total amount of Soul Power a Soul Master could absorb in a day. Once that limit was exceeded, any additional cultivation would become increasingly ineffective. Getting half the result with twice the effort was merely the beginning.

What Ning Wuque meant was:

If he wanted a better life, then while others were still playing, he had to use every moment outside of necessary cultivation to strengthen himself as much as possible!

Beside him, Ning Tian, who was already sitting on the grass with her arms wrapped around her knees, lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly.

She had made another social mistake. She had precisely stepped on Ning Wuque's sore spot. As the future Sect Master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, she had to change. Then she replied apologetically, "I'm sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize to me. It's fine. So many people have called me a weirdo, and I never cared. It's enough to keep doing what you believe in!"

"That's right, Sister Ning. You don't need to apologize at all."

"Feng Mei!"

Ning Tian wanted to scold Wu Feng for always speaking so bluntly, but when she saw those eyes filled entirely with herself, her heart suddenly softened. In the end, she merely glared at her, telling her to be quiet.

Ning Wuque, on the other hand, was not angry. Kids were just like that. He was an adult, so he had to be more tolerant. So long as Wu Feng did not say or do anything over the line, whatever she did had nothing to do with him.

In the future, she would naturally pay the price for her personality and learn her lesson. Everyone grew up that way.

"Young Clan Head, if there's nothing else, I'll continue training. A person's life is less than a hundred years, and the golden period for cultivation lasts only thirty short years. I have to seize every opportunity and every moment that can make me stronger!"

"Mm, then... see you next time."

As she stood up, Ning Tian was once again shaken to her core by Ning Wuque's spirit and words.

A person's life was less than a hundred years...

"Feng Mei, I'm going back to cultivate the Distraction Control Method. Will you cultivate with me?"

After they had walked a little farther away, Ning Tian took Wu Feng's hand and asked.

Ning Wuque had a point. The golden period for cultivation only lasted a few decades. The sooner she cultivated her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to Level 79, the more time she would have to find a way for it to break through!

Even if she spent her entire life without making any progress, she could at least learn more and stronger Soul Tools to arm herself, or nurture the next generation for the clan!

Though she was only six years old, Ning Tian had long since put herself in the right position.

She was the future master of this enormous clan!

"Ah?"

Beside her, Wu Feng wore a dejected expression. She already felt that cultivating Soul Power was dull enough, but...

"Alright, Sister Ning. I'll listen to you."

Still, Wu Feng nodded and reluctantly agreed. She wanted to be close to Ning Tian too badly, and she could not bear to refuse any of her requests.

Cultivation it was. It was no big deal.

In the distance.

After watching the two leave, Ning Wuque assumed a standing stance on the spot, shaped like a crouching tiger, calming his breath and guiding the Soul Power within his body.