Angel Meteor Shower!

Qian Daoliu laughed heartily and nodded. "Good, then let's begin."

As he spoke, he also summoned his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, and the entire hall was instantly filled with a sacred aura.

"Come on, let's see whether your Second Soul Skill can force out one of my Soul Skills." Qian Daoliu smiled encouragingly.

Lin Fan took a deep breath. The six wings behind him suddenly spread wide, golden light flowing across the feathers.

With a backward leap, he shot into the air, instantly opening a distance of over ten meters and hovering in the middle of the hall. The purple Soul Ring beneath his feet flickered faintly.

"Second Soul Skill: Angel Meteor Shower!"

With his low shout, dozens of meteors burning with golden flames suddenly appeared above his head.

The fiery meteors trailed long tails of flame as they howled toward Qian Daoliu, and the temperature in the entire hall surged in an instant.

Qian Daoliu remained perfectly still, merely raising his right hand.

A pale golden curtain of light condensed from Soul Power appeared out of nowhere, blocking every one of the imposing fiery meteors.

The shockwaves from the explosions sent ripples spreading across the light curtain, yet they did not even stir the edge of his robes.

"Not bad power," Qian Daoliu commented. "The range is wide enough, and the speed is fast enough too."

Lin Fan curled his lip, silently cursing, Old monster.

If that move hit an ordinary Soul Master, they would probably lose a layer of skin even if they survived. Yet Qian Daoliu had caught it easily without even using a Soul Skill, relying solely on released Soul Power.

"Now that you've absorbed the Soul Ring, go train." Qian Daoliu withdrew his Martial Soul, flicked his sleeve, and turned to walk out of the hall.

Lin Fan could only follow helplessly, complaining wildly in his heart—Devil training is starting again.

Doesn't the old man ever get tired? I just absorbed a Soul Ring, and he won't even let me have a hot meal!

Qian Daoliu directly took him and Qing Luan Douluo to an abandoned training ground outside Spirit City. The area was wide and open, with several broken stone pillars standing around it. They were clearly battle-scarred "old veterans" that had endured Soul Skills for years.

"Drink it." With a cold expression, Qing Luan Douluo handed over a bowl of steaming Spiritual Dew Broth.

Lin Fan took it and gulped it down. A warm current immediately burned from his throat into his stomach, sending his spirits soaring and sweeping away all of his earlier exhaustion.

He smacked his lips, still wanting more. "Is there any left?"

"No." Qing Luan Douluo mercilessly shattered his hopes and casually tossed him several heavy iron blocks. "Tie them on."

Lin Fan looked down. Damn, each one weighed at least fifty jin. Strapping them to his legs was like putting on shackles.

He tied them on with a miserable expression. The moment he straightened up, he heard Qian Daoliu's voice.

"Today's training is very simple—summon your Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and dodge our attacks."

If he did well, it would be dodge training!

If he did poorly, it would become endurance training!

"Don't worry, we'll reduce the power and speed," Qing Luan Douluo added, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. No matter how he looked at it, he did not seem like he intended to go easy on him.

Lin Fan: "..."

He wanted to die.

Before he could protest, Qian Daoliu had already waved a hand, and a streak of Golden Light shot straight at his face!

"Fuck!" Lin Fan abruptly twisted aside. The Golden Light grazed past his ear and slammed into a stone pillar behind him, blasting out a shower of Crushed Stone.

"Too slow." Qian Daoliu shook his head and fired another streak of Golden Light.

Lin Fan frantically lunged to the side, only for the iron blocks on his legs to trip him. He fell flat on his face. Qing Luan Douluo's attack followed immediately after, a wind blade slicing past his back and tearing his clothes open with a rip.

"You call this reduced?!" Lin Fan scrambled up miserably, the six wings behind him snapping open as golden light flared. He gritted his teeth and took off, but the iron blocks dragged him down, making him fly in a crooked, wavering path like a drunken sparrow.

Qian Daoliu and Qing Luan Douluo exchanged a glance and attacked at the same time.

For a moment, Golden Light and wind blades flew wildly across the training ground. Lin Fan struggled desperately in the air, crying out again and again, "Easy!"

"Ah—don't hit my face!"

In the distance, several passing Spirit Hall disciples stopped to watch and whispered among themselves. "Who's that guy? Why is he being treated like a punching bag...?"

"Should we go stop them?"

"Are you stupid? Can't you see that's the Grand Priest and the Third Worshipper? Those two are personally training a kid."

"Exactly. If anyone's going to stop them, it should be you. Stop what? Are you tired of living?"

"Forget it. Let's get out of here."

Lin Fan was on the verge of tears.

How was this training?

This was clearly a one-sided beating!

Just as planned, Bibi Dong handled the theory lessons on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, while Qian Daoliu handled the training on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.

His Main Cultivation was now the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Bibi Dong had no way to teach him combat techniques, and even if she did, he would not be able to use them.

A week passed like this. On Monday night of the second week, Lin Fan dragged his injured body and pent-up resentment back to the villa. The moment he pushed open the door, he saw Bibi Dong sitting on the living room sofa, holding a cup of tea with a calm expression.

"You're back?" she asked lightly.

"Mm." Lin Fan answered weakly and collapsed onto the sofa. The iron blocks on his legs slammed onto the coffee table with a clang, making the cups jump.

Bibi Dong glanced at him, the corner of her mouth curving slightly. "Qian Daoliu didn't beat you into a cripple today. Looks like you've improved a little."

"Don't mention it..." Lin Fan rolled over and buried his face in the sofa. "They're not training me at all. They're training a punching bag."

Bibi Dong chuckled. "If you really can't take it, it's not too late to quit."

"Quit? Quit my ass." Lin Fan muttered as he raised his head. "I've endured this much already. Besides, if I quit now, wouldn't all this suffering have been for nothing?"

Bibi Dong set down her teacup, her gaze falling on him. "It's good that you understand. You've only just mastered the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. If it isn't thoroughly tempered, how will you control it?"

Lin Fan rolled his eyes. "Can't you temper me another way? Like... teach some lessons or train the basics?"

"Teach?" Bibi Dong raised a brow. "You wouldn't understand anyway."

Lin Fan: "..."

He wanted to refute her, but Bibi Dong seemed to have a point.

"Starting tomorrow, you won't need to continue receiving instruction from Qian Daoliu and me for the time being." Bibi Dong stood up, her tone calm. "Your current Soul Power foundation, Martial Soul level, and theoretical knowledge are barely sufficient. Next, it's time for you to meet Spirit Hall's gifted disciples."

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the Spirit Master Academy. I've already arranged for you to enter the Golden Class. You should also start getting to know Spirit Hall's future core members. Cultivating and sparring with them will greatly benefit your growth." Bibi Dong's voice remained calm. "Of course, they may be somewhat dissatisfied. After all, you're an outsider who was dropped in."

Lin Fan raised his head at those words, excitement filling his eyes. "If they're dissatisfied, I'll beat them until they submit!"

Bibi Dong looked at him. "Good, you've got ambition. Then let's see what you can do."