Only by proving oneself can one understand the heart; once the heart is clear, one can prove the Dao!

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy..."

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, then nodded. "It's not impossible, but that place is full of imperial relatives and nobles. You still need to rein in your temper."

"Got it!"

Seeing that her father had agreed, Ning Rongrong immediately brightened up.

She did not want to follow Chen Lang around like a stubborn plaster.

There were as many geniuses in this world as carp crossing a river. She refused to believe that, with the continent's greatest Support System Spirit Master assisting him, she still could not defeat Chen Lang.

"I heard that Yu Tianheng, the prodigy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, attends Heaven Dou Royal Academy. You should get closer to him."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly thought of something and said it to his daughter.

"Okay, Daddy!"

Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement, because Yu Tianheng was her target this time.

As the number one beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was scarcely inferior to the Seven Kill Sword in either strength or reputation. With her support added in, defeating Chen Lang was only a matter of time!

Shrek Academy.

"Dean Chen, how do you plan to renovate Shrek Academy?"

Last night, Chen Lang had taken all the teachers and students of Shrek Academy to a tavern for a gathering meal. They had slept until noon before waking up, and only now had they returned to the gates of Shrek Academy.

After all, given Shrek Academy's living conditions, there was no way Chen Lang would stay there.

In the middle of summer, it was unbearably hot, and there were so damn many mosquitoes. How could anyone sleep?

"For now, suspend enrollment."

Chen Lang pondered for a moment before saying, "As for how to rebuild it? Flatten the whole place and start over. Rebuild it according to Heaven Dou Royal Academy's standards, though the scale does not need to be that large. Just build according to our current number of students."

"Vice Dean Flender, you'll be in charge of procurement. Vice Dean Zhao, you'll supervise the work. The remaining teachers and students will handle construction."

"Lang Ge, we have to help with construction too? Won't that delay our training?" Dai Mubai asked in confusion.

"This is part of your training."

Chen Lang looked at Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar. "A Spirit Master's Soul Power is certainly important, but do not forget that the body is the vessel that holds Soul Power."

"The restriction on absorbing Soul Rings exists because they worry that the Soul Power brought by a Soul Ring with too many years will burst the body apart."

"The reason I can absorb a thousand-year Soul Ring is because my body is far stronger and sturdier than yours. I'm not afraid of the Soul Power brought by a thousand-year Soul Ring at all."

"A Spirit Master's Soul Power is water, while a Spirit Master's body is the vessel. What a brilliant way to put it!" Flender's eyes lit up at those words. It was as if he had been enlightened, and he could not help praising him.

"Dean Chen is right. You three little brats, get to work and move bricks properly," Zhao Wuji also stepped forward and said.

"Don't worry. Once your bodies reach their limits during the day, you can soak in baths with all kinds of medicinal herbs at night. It'll be like spring rain after a drought, and your Soul Power absorption speed will only increase!"

Chen Lang looked at everyone. "Consider the money for the medicinal herbs your wages."

"Yes!"

The three youngsters immediately cried out excitedly.

Then, brimming with enthusiasm, they activated their Soul Skills and began violently demolishing Shrek Academy.

One hammer, eighty!

One hammer, eighty!

"Since I want to cultivate my own power, I'll start with Shrek."

Chen Lang watched the three youngsters—Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar—begin their manual destruction, a profound glint flickering in his eyes.

If he wanted to win over Qian Renxue, he would inevitably have to stand against Spirit Hall.

Because he would definitely need to brainwash Qian Renxue and expose Bibi Dong's true face.

If he relied on himself alone, even if he inherited a godhood, it would still be extremely difficult—unless he could draw even more outrageous Hextech.

With that thought, Chen Lang directly left Shrek Academy and returned to the hotel in Suotuo City, where he began cultivating.

With Featherweight Fighter Hextech, Chen Lang cultivated three times faster than Spirit Masters who also possessed Innate Full Soul Power. Once he entered his cultivation state, his entire body became like a water pump, crazily absorbing the Soul Power of heaven and earth around him.

In an instant, dense Soul Power enveloped Chen Lang as he immersed himself in cultivation.

Sword Douluo felt nothing but gratification upon seeing this.

"This old man needs to hurry and improve his strength too. Otherwise, if I can't protect my own grandson, I won't be able to bear the shame." Sword Douluo was staying in the room next door.

However, he was not absorbing Soul Power. At his level, his Soul Power had long since reached its limit. What he needed more was to comprehend the power of heaven and earth, break through his own shackles, and charge toward Rank 97!

Yet when he closed his eyes, what surfaced in his mind were not his own insights, but the things his grandson had said and done over the past two days.

The first image was Chen Lang facing three Spirit Masters, his aura abruptly changing.

At that moment, it was as if he saw a divine weapon being drawn from its sheath—the gaze that charged forward without hesitation, the presence of one sword, one kill.

The White Tiger governed slaughter. Was his Seven Kill Sword any different?

Then, the scene in Chen Xin's mind shifted again. He began recalling his life, from becoming famous in his youth to shaking the continent with his name—the young, reckless, brilliant version of himself.

It seemed that after having children, he had lost some of his killing intent and murderous aura. He had even lost the courage to thrust his sword forward without hesitation.

It seemed that even his sword strikes had become hesitant.

He was always thinking of the family behind him, looking forward and backward, unable to make up his mind.

But was that really right...

As he thought, Chen Xin's aura suddenly became unstable. It was as if two obsessions were arguing within his mind.

One was his younger self: if something displeased him, he would cut it down with one sword. If one sword was not enough, then he would strike with ten thousand swords!

The other was his current self: always looking forward and backward, considering what consequences would follow if he sent out this sword, and what he should do if they retaliated against his family.

Under these two conflicting thoughts, Sword Douluo's mind seemed to be locked in an internal battle, and his aura grew increasingly chaotic.

If anyone else saw this, they would immediately know that these were signs of impending cultivation deviation.

This was also why, after Titled Douluo reached Rank 95, every rank became a watershed.

Because every breakthrough required one to clearly define one's own Dao!

If one's "Dao" conflicted with one's own beliefs, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Only by proving oneself can one understand the heart; once the heart is clear, one can prove the Dao!

At the same time, Chen Lang sensed a violent, chaotic aura, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment, and immediately awakened from his cultivation state.

After realizing it was his grandfather, Chen Lang immediately rushed into the room next door.

But the moment he opened the door, Chen Lang felt the enormous pressure brought by that violent, chaotic aura. It was as though, if he took one more step forward, he would be torn to pieces by it.