Senior Sister? Senior Martial Brother?

"Teacher?" Chen Ye repeated the phrase, a trace of confusion on his face.

But watching Gu Yue's suddenly icy pretty face, he quickly caught on. Who else could their teacher be... Leng Yaozhu, of course.

Chen Ye gave an awkward little laugh, his expression unconcerned. "Since teacher's calling us, let's hurry over. I've got a car."

He pointed at the luxury car nearby and climbed in first. Gu Yue didn't hesitate either, following him into the back seat.

"Driver, to the Spirit Pagoda." "Yes, Young Master." The driver in front nodded, his gaze sweeping over Gu Yue without a sound.

The car moved smoothly. The back seat was spacious, but as Chen Ye sat there, he still caught a faint minty fragrance. The scent was subtle, but paired with the girl's slightly sidelong glance, it carried a strange, cool aloofness.

Sensing Chen Ye's gaze, Gu Yue turned her head slightly toward him. A hint of embarrassment crept onto the young man's face.

"Sorry about that. You know, my family's pretty big, so people trying to kidnap me is normal." "Heh, but it's no big deal." Chen Ye said with a helpless smile.

He casually tapped the watch on his left hand, and the car came to an abrupt stop. In the driver's seat, a cold gleam flashed across the man's face, but before he could make a move, he was frozen in place.

The door opened, the driver was yanked out without ceremony, and an aged figure took his place in the front. Chen Ye rolled down the window and saw a weathered old face. "Old Zhang, seriously, did my dad make you work again?"

"Damn it, you're the guard my grandfather assigned to me, and my dad has you running errands every day instead of protecting me. What if something actually happens to me?"

"My fault, Young Master. That driver was at least a Soul Ancestor—I didn't expect him to be taken out so quietly." The old man's face carried a hint of apology, but Chen Ye just waved a hand dismissively.

"Take us to the Spirit Pagoda. We've got business." "Yes, Young Master. Apologies for disturbing you and Miss." Old Zhang's face showed regret, but Gu Yue turned slightly to look at Chen Ye.

"How did you notice something was wrong with him? His behavior seemed perfectly normal." "If he was planning to assassinate or kidnap you, he must have observed that driver for a while."

Gu Yue's eyes held a flicker of doubt. She hadn't spotted anything off about the driver—after all, she didn't know him well. But judging by his actions alone, there was clearly no issue, yet the young man had easily caught his irregularity.

"His blood energy was off." Chen Ye waved a hand, looking bored.

As the owner of the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, his perception of blood energy was extremely sharp. Appearance could change, aura could be disguised, but two things could never be altered: one's martial soul and one's blood energy.

"I see. So your martial soul is quite strong." Gu Yue Na emphasized the word "strong" heavily, a strange glint in her eyes.

"To have such powerful perception of others' blood energy. Besides possessing the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, his Spiritual Power must be very high too." "How could someone like this exist on the Douluo Continent? Could he really be the Child of Destiny? But where did he get the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul?"

The Golden Dragon King resided in the God Realm—she knew that better than anyone. So how this person had awakened such a martial soul filled Gu Yue with doubt. But until she could be certain, she could only observe this young man and watch what made him tick.

The car pulled up to the Spirit Pagoda and stopped. The two got out, Gu Yue produced her Identity Token, and they went straight to the top floor of the pagoda.

In the massive office, Leng Yaozhu sat casually. She was a Deputy Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, not the local Tower Master. Normally, this office belonged to the local Tower Master, but once she arrived, she simply took it over.

Seeing the two push the door open, Leng Yaozhu's eyes fell on them. "Today I had Gu Yue bring you here for a test." "You also have Innate Full Soul Power, so you should have your first soul ring by now." "As your teacher, there isn't much I can teach you. Practical combat skills count as one thing. Both of you, follow me."

With that, Leng Yaozhu walked out of the office first, leading the two youngsters into an elevator that descended to the floors below. In the Cultivation Pod room, the three of them lay down inside the pods and entered the Spirit Pagoda's Rising Spirit Platform.

Chen Ye had thought they were here for something else, but as soon as they entered, Leng Yaozhu calmly looked at them both. "Today I'm teaching you practical combat. From now on, you'll have dedicated sparring partners every day to train you in battle techniques." "Now, attack me. Let me see what you've got."

Leng Yaozhu said it very casually, and as she spoke, nine soul rings lit up around her. Though she released no aura, just seeing those nine rings made Chen Ye's spirits sink. He'd thought she called him over to give him something good, but instead, she was teaching combat skills—fine. But the teaching method was through fighting?

Being told to fight an Extreme Douluo... Chen Ye could only say one thing: hah.

Evening fell, the sun setting, as Chen Ye rubbed his face and left the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

After getting roughed up inside, he still felt a bit aggrieved when he came out.

Leng Yaozhu was way too biased—when she taught Gu Yue, it was careful guidance, but when she beat him up, it was a real beating.

How could he put up with that!

So when he came out, he even provoked Gu Yue, and then got beaten up by her too.

Not his fault, really—one was an Extreme Douluo, the other a Soul Beast lord who'd existed for ten thousand years; he couldn't beat either of them.

Right now, with a face swollen like a pig's head, Chen Ye couldn't be more helpless.

Especially when he found out that Leng Yaozhu had taken him in first, meaning he should be Gu Yue's senior disciple.

"Damn Gu Yue, damn old woman, always picking on a kid." Chen Ye cursed bitterly in his heart, then got into the car with resignation.

Back home, he casually applied some ointment. Chen Lei naturally saw his son's sorry state, but he didn't pay it any mind.

Watching Chen Lei walk past him without a care, Chen Ye finally snapped: "Hey, Dad, your son got beaten up, and you don't even care?"

"What's there to care about? You think I can get revenge for you? Your dad can't beat an Extreme Douluo."

Chen Lei gave his son a strange look, his face wearing an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"