Ridiculous Running Training, What's Wrong with Princess Disease?

She had originally been thinking about finding time to visit Nuoding Academy, deliberately arranging a chance encounter so she could get to know them.

She could use going out to clear her head as an excuse and have her grandfather take her there.

If she suddenly ran into the two of them then, perhaps Lin Yuan would not be able to resist complaining about her in his diary, maybe even revealing how to help them detoxify.

For now, it was only an idea. She was still considering how to persuade her grandfather.

But now that she thought about it, she absolutely had to go to Nuoding City!

She had to lure Lin Yuan to Heaven Dou Royal Academy!

"Ugh, I wonder when Grandfather will be back."

"These Shrek Academy admission requirements are downright ridiculous. Surely no one would be stupid enough to disregard their future just to enroll there, right?"

In Dugu Yan's eyes, it did not really matter where one attended elementary or intermediate Soul Master Academy, because the differences were minimal.

But the choice of an Advanced Spirit Master Academy directly determined a Soul Master's future potential.

What could an academy without resources provide its students, no matter how capable its teachers were?

Could it feed its students Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast Meat? Could it provide a top-tier Mimetic Environment?

No!

Then why the hell go there?

Lin Yuan's Diary continued.

[Aside from its harsh admission requirements, Shrek had an even more disgusting rule.]

[The Registration Fee!]

[Ten Gold Soul Coins per person!]

[And the most outrageous part was that they took the money before testing you.]

[If your Soul Power did not meet the standard, or your Bone Age exceeded the limit by even one day, you were eliminated immediately!]

[As for those ten Gold Soul Coins? Sorry, no refunds!]

[Wasn't that just outright robbery?]

[You had to know that even a Two-Ring Soul Grand Master only received ten Gold Soul Coins a month in subsidies from Spirit Hall!]

[That old bird Flender was clearly exploiting those Commoner Soul Masters who carried dreams in their hearts to fill his shriveled wallet!]

[To put it bluntly, he was running a scam using the gimmick of "only accepting monsters"!]

[What was even more ridiculous was that if you paid up and actually got accepted, you would find that this lousy academy had nothing!]

[Mimicry Training Ground? None!]

[A decent cafeteria? None! The food was worse than pig feed! (Steamed buns and pickled vegetables)]

[There was not even a decent dormitory. Students lived in villagers' old wooden houses!]

[And this was supposedly an "Advanced Spirit Master Academy"?]

[All I could say was that Flender really understood how to make something out of nothing.]

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong stared at the diary, her delicate little face filled with astonishment.

"Ten Gold Soul Coins?"

"And they don't refund it?"

"That's far too stingy, isn't it?"

As the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she usually spent hundreds or even thousands of Gold Soul Coins on a single outfit.

She simply could not imagine that an academy run by a dignified Soul Sage would cheat commoner students out of their money over a mere ten Gold Soul Coins.

"What a disgrace to Soul Sages!"

Ning Rongrong wrinkled her nose in disgust.

[Flender bragged all day that although his academy was poor, its teaching staff was powerful.]

[He said there were more teachers than students, that every teacher was at least a Soul Emperor, and that there was even a High-level Soul Sage like himself.]

[When I was younger and ignorant, I thought that sounded pretty impressive.]

[But looking at it now, it was the textbook definition of being a frog at the bottom of a well!]

[What were the staffing standards for an Advanced Spirit Master Academy?]

[It had to have a Soul Sage in residence before it was even qualified to apply!]

[And at slightly more famous academies on the continent, such as the Three teaching committee members at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, all of them were Soul Douluo above Level Eighty!]

[Which dean of the Four Elements Academy was not a Soul Douluo?]

[Yet Flender, a Level Seventy-Eight Soul Sage, was here boasting that his teaching staff was invincible?]

[I finally understood why, in the Original Work, Ning Rongrong pointed at Flender's nose and cursed him as a "mere Soul Sage" after being mistreated at school.]

Boom!

The moment she saw that sentence, Ning Rongrong's lively eyes widened in an instant.

"I went to that dump of an academy in the Original Work? And I even cursed Flender?"

Ning Rongrong was startled, but a strange sense of satisfaction immediately welled up within her.

"Good! He deserved it!"

"That's exactly right. He's only a Soul Sage. He wouldn't even count as upper management in my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu could crush him with a flick of their fingers!"

[When many people saw that part, they said Ning Rongrong had Princess Disease and did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.]

[But in my view, that was simply criticizing her for the sake of criticizing her.]

[First of all, she really was the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. So what if she had a bit of a princess temper?]

[Wasn't that only natural?]

[Second, why did Ning Rongrong get angry?]

[It was because of Flender's idiotic training method!]

[He actually made a Support Type Soul Master run twenty laps around the village!]

[His reasoning was that Support Soul Masters lacked self-preservation ability, and only by running fast could they have a better chance of surviving.]

[Hahaha!]

[When I heard that theory, I nearly laughed my teeth out.]

[What kind of bullshit logic was that?]

[What was a Support Type Soul Master's role? They were the core of the team! They were the ones everyone was supposed to protect!]

[If a team had fallen so low that its Support Type Soul Master needed to run for her own life, then the team's Assault Type and defense-type teammates might as well smash their heads into a block of tofu!]

[That was garbage!]

[What was the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda? It was the number one support Martial Soul on the entire continent!]

[At just two rings, it could provide a thirty percent boost. Applied to a Soul Grandmaster, that boost would immediately give them the combat power of a Soul Elder.]

[And if her teammates had been boosted that much yet still could not protect one core support, they should just replace the teammates. They were utterly hopeless.]

[What, in future team battles, when the enemy's Soul Skills came flying over, Ning Rongrong was supposed to abandon her teammates and run away?]

[Besides, before absolute strength, what use was running?]

[Didn't Flender know that high-level Soul Masters possessed Soul Power pressure?]

[Someone at Ghost Douluo's level could stop you from moving even a finger with just a glance!]

[Run? Where were you going to run?]

[Under those circumstances, training physical endurance was a false proposition!]

[What truly needed training was positioning, awareness, and Soul Power control!]

[Not running laps like an idiot!]

[If it had merely been running a few laps as a warm-up, Ning Rongrong probably would have done it. It was not as though she had never run at the sect.]

[After all, Support Soul Masters also needed good physical fitness, so basic exercise was certainly necessary. Ning Fengzhi, as Ning Rongrong's father and the continent's number one support, surely understood that as well.]

"That was so well said!"

Ning Rongrong's little face flushed red with excitement. This had truly spoken straight to her heart.

"Exactly! This Miss is support! Support!"

"What kind of logic was that, making support train for long-distance running?"

"If I ran into a Titled Douluo, I still couldn't escape even if I ran my legs off!"

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