Teacher, Do I Have to Enter the Individual Matches Too?

"Third Brother, I understand everything you're saying. I know what I'm doing."

Xiao Wu's tone cooled somewhat. "All right, I won't talk to you anymore. I need to hurry and take these things back to the dormitory."

"These things are so heavy. Let me carry some for you." Tang San reached out as he spoke.

But Xiao Wu quickly sidestepped him. "No, no need! Some of these are... personal secret clothes. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to see them. There are also women's things that wouldn't be appropriate for you to touch, so I'll carry them myself."

Rejected again.

Tang San froze where he stood, feeling as though an invisible barrier had suddenly appeared between him and the girl who had grown up with him.

He realized that he seemed to understand girls not at all. How could they change so quickly?

Hadn't he always helped her with these things before?

If Xiao Wu could hear his thoughts, she would probably tell him helplessly: Before? Before, I hadn't gotten my period yet! Before, we were both children! You know that was before!

"O-okay..."

Tang San said dejectedly, "Then hurry back. I'm waiting to eat with you."

Xiao Wu paused, a hint of awkwardness appearing on her face. "Um, Third Brother, you should go eat by yourself. I already ate with Rongrong and the others."

Upon hearing that, Tang San felt his chest tighten, nearly coughing up blood. After waiting for so long, this was all he got?

He silently screamed in his heart: Why? Why was this happening?

Ever since Xiao Wu met Jiang Yunzhou, she seemed to have become a completely different person!

She had become someone unfamiliar to him!

She no longer clung to him as she had before, nor did she obey his every word.

Watching that figure leave without looking back, he could only turn around silently and head toward the dining hall alone, his back looking especially forlorn.

Yet beneath those lowered eyes lay a trace of gloom.

He disliked that man named Jiang Yunzhou more and more.

Instinctively, he pinned the blame for Xiao Wu's changes squarely on Jiang Yunzhou.

If the gap in strength between them were not so vast right now, he truly wanted to rush over and have a proper "discussion" with him!

Half a month passed quietly.

Ever since Hulande had arranged for those Shilaike students to train at the Soul Fighting Arena, Jiang Yunzhou suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered what major matter he had forgotten.

He had been so focused on making trouble for Shilaike that he had actually forgotten such a perfect opportunity to make money!

With Zhu Zhuqing's current combat ability, sending her to the Soul Fighting Arena would be like handing him a humanoid money-printing machine!

Wouldn't that make him a small fortune?

Over the past half month, Ning Rongrong had not made no progress either.

On the contrary, in order to perform well in front of Jiang Yunzhou, she had not neglected her studies in the slightest.

Zhu Zhuqing had personally tested Ning Rongrong's Glazed Wall, and its defensive power was indeed astonishing.

Without adding armor-piercing or penetrating effects, shattering that layer of glazed shield with sheer strength alone would be extremely difficult.

Jiang Yunzhou tailored a downright "devilish" physical training plan for them.

It covered everything from morning through afternoon.

The two girls were tortured half to death every day.

It included jump rope, squats, push-ups, planks, jogging, weightlifting, yoga...

When they learned that regular yoga practice could not only strengthen the body but also sculpt a beautiful figure, both girls' eyes lit up.

Everything he arranged was aerobic exercise, not merely running or weighted running.

With his previous transmission of cultivation techniques as proof, they now trusted Jiang Yunzhou's theories without reservation.

Nor did they want to disappoint Jiang Yunzhou, so they completed their training earnestly every day.

There were truly many exercises, and they had indeed been put through the wringer at first.

The two girls stubbornly persevered. Zhu Zhuqing was one thing.

But Ning Rongrong completed everything as well, making Jiang Yunzhou view her in a new light.

Although Jiang Yunzhou's Third Soul Skill had healing abilities and could instantly ease their fatigue and muscle soreness, he did not do so.

Because he knew well that true muscle growth came precisely from the repeated, invigorating tearing and rebuilding after exercise.

Under his "torment," their physiques grew stronger day by day at a visible rate, and their figures became increasingly perfect.

Of course, their Spiritual Power cultivation had never been neglected either.

Hard work paid off. After fifteen days of grueling cultivation, both girls broke through and reached level twenty-nine.

After all, their starting points had become roughly equal after meeting Jiang Yunzhou, so there was nothing strange about them breaking through at the same time.

Recently, Jiang Yunzhou himself had also devoted most of his time to cultivating techniques, without deliberately pursuing an increase in his Soul Power Level.

He picked through the techniques cultivated by his two disciples and practiced some methods suitable for himself as well, such as the Exquisite Heart Aperture, which strengthened spiritual perception and calculation; the eye technique Netherworld Eyes; Spiritual Connection, which could be used for voice transmission; and so on...

He did not want to be surpassed by his own disciples one day.

Xiao Wu would also occasionally sneak over to mooch a meal, but training on Shilaike's side seemed to have intensified recently, leaving her less freedom to slip away.

She rather envied the two girls' training methods, and she was particularly adept at yoga.

She even guided the two girls in return, helping them adjust certain poses.

Jiang Yunzhou knew that she possessed Soft Martial Arts, so he did not find it particularly strange.

Half a month of spending time together had made the three girls exceptionally close. Whenever they gathered, they chattered, played, and teased one another, showing every sign of becoming intimate friends.

Every one of Xiao Wu's changes was closely watched by a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows.

He sensed that Xiao Wu was gradually drifting away from the expected path, and he had also seen all of his son's recent dejection and depression.

He felt it was time to give someone a warning.

But he could not target Xiao Wu directly. If his son found out, he would certainly be the first to object.

Then the root of the problem naturally fell upon the source that had caused all these changes.

One day, in the small courtyard of Supreme Academy, it was time for the weekly meeting.

Whenever such a moment came, Jiang Yunzhou always put on the calm, detached air of an expert.

With his hands behind his back, he paced before his two disciples and lectured them.

"You have probably heard of the Soul Fighting Arena. I have seen all the progress you have made over the past half month. But true progress is never just empty theory. It needs to be tested and consolidated in real combat."

"So, starting tonight, you will also participate in battles at the Soul Fighting Arena. What do you think?"

Zhu Zhuqing was full of confidence and was the first to state her position. "Teacher, I agree!"

Ning Rongrong blinked her large eyes and asked, "Teacher, do I have to enter the individual matches too?"

She pointed at herself. "I'm a support-type Soul Master."

"Of course you do. What, don't you have confidence in yourself?"

"That's not it!"

Ning Rongrong hurriedly shook her head, a trace of slyness appearing on her face.

"I'm afraid I might accidentally reflect the damage and kill my opponent. After all, we don't know how hard they'll strike. If someone dies, wouldn't we have to pay a lot of money?"