"This is draining his potential!"
"This is forcing him to grow too fast!"
"Just watch. This extreme approach to education might make him seem more mature than his peers early on, but it will inevitably damage him at the root. His future achievements will be limited."
Yu Xiaogang delivered this theory with absolute certainty.
The Shrek members around him listened and immediately saw the light.
"As expected of the Grandmaster!"
Ma Hongjun slapped his thigh, the shock on his face instantly turning to disdain:
"I knew it. What's a little three-year-old doing acting all serious?"
"So he's just burning through his potential!"
"Tsk, tsk. Looks like the Dai Mubai in this White World isn't too bright."
Oscar nodded repeatedly as well:
"We're still much better off."
"If I'd had to learn to kill at three, I think I would've gone crazy."
With Yu Xiaogang's "expert endorsement," the people of the Black World quickly felt better about themselves.
They no longer thought that White Emperor was all that impressive.
Instead, they saw him as a poor child whose childhood had been ruined, a doomed short-lived fool who wouldn't get far.
White World, Star Luo Imperial Palace.
Unlike the sourness in the Black World,
the main hall here was filled with astonishment and admiration.
"Three years old..."
Watching the scene on the Sky Screen, Qian Renxue's golden eyes flashed with profound surprise.
She was a peerless genius with innate full Soul Power at level twenty.
She was the inheritor of the Angel God.
Yet even she, at three years old, had only listened to her grandfather tell stories in the Worship Hall and occasionally acted spoiled.
Asking to learn killing techniques?
She hadn't started until she awakened her Martial Soul at six.
"Your Majesty, you really do make Xue'er feel inadequate."
Qian Renxue turned around, a hint of playful reproach on her beautiful face. Her usually aloof and sacred bearing vanished completely before Dai Mubai.
She traced circles lightly over Dai Mubai's chest with her slender fingers:
"I always thought I was exceptionally talented."
"I never imagined Your Majesty had already begun planning for the world at three."
"No wonder you can keep the two great empires under your thumb, and even make the Spirit Hall defer to you."
Ning Rongrong clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes sparkling:
"So cool!"
"His Majesty had such a commanding presence at three!"
That line, 'I want to learn how to kill,' was unbelievably awesome!"
"Unlike the one in the Black World, who only knows how to play in the mud and make a fool of himself."
On the other side of the raised platform,
Zhu Zhuqing said nothing.
She simply leaned quietly against Dai Mubai. Her tight leather outfit accentuated her curvaceous figure to perfection.
Her cool eyes were now full of pride and infatuation.
Watching the small, resolute figure on the Sky Screen,
Zhu Zhuqing's heart melted.
That was her man.
He'd been extraordinary since childhood, a true king from the very beginning.
She leaned slightly toward him, her ample curves pressing against Dai Mubai's arm with a startlingly springy touch.
"Your Majesty."
Zhu Zhuqing's breath was sweet, her voice soft and melting:
"The Zhuqing in that world was blind."
"But Zhuqing in this world is grateful."
"Grateful to have met someone as outstanding as you."
As she spoke, she extended the tip of her tongue and lightly licked her lips, the gesture charged with dangerous allure.
She wanted everyone to know.
This man was her pride.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing acting so flirtatiously, Xiao Wu on the other side immediately took offense.
"Hmph!"
Xiao Wu huffed angrily, jealousy filling her pink eyes.
"Little Sister Zhuqing, the way you put it..."
"It's as if the rest of us have no taste."
Xiao Wu squeezed into the space beside them and buried her head in Dai Mubai's arms. She even rubbed her long legs against Dai Mubai's knee:
"I love Brother Mubai the most, too!"
"That Dai Mubai in the Black World is a good-for-nothing. He's not even fit to carry Brother Mubai's shoes!"
Below the main hall,
the civil and military officials watched the beautiful women on the raised platform compete for their emperor's favor. Every one of them stared straight ahead, not daring to look too closely.
His Majesty was blessed with such good fortune in love—that was a testament to his own ability.
They only needed to admire the splendor of the young emperor on the Sky Screen.
Just then,
the scene on the Sky Screen began to shift rapidly.
[White World: Self-Discipline Is Invincibility!]
In the scene,
the sky was only just beginning to lighten, around four in the morning.
The entire imperial palace was still asleep.
Three-year-old Dai Mubai was already getting out of bed.
No maid helped him dress, and he didn't linger in bed.
He quickly changed into his training clothes, washed his face with cold water, then headed straight for the Royal Library.
The scene flashed by rapidly.
In the morning, he studied obscure military texts, his little brows furrowed as he made notes with a pen.
At noon, he practiced standing under the blazing sun. Sweat soaked his clothes and dripped from his chin onto the scorching stone slabs, evaporating at once.
But he didn't budge.
His legs were trembling, yet his eyes remained as resolute as stone.
In the evening, he attended lessons with his tutor: the empire's borders, Soul Master theory, and the state of the continent.
At night, he meditated in a quiet room, sensing the Soul Power of heaven and earth.
Day after day.
Year after year.
Time flew by in the scene, but the routine was astonishingly dull.
No playing.
No fun.
He hardly ever even smiled.
That little figure was like a precision machine programmed in advance, tireless and incapable of enjoying himself, frantically absorbing everything that could make him stronger.
The scene on the Sky Screen struck at the nerves of everyone in the Black World.
Black World.
The people who had been laughing at first gradually fell silent.
A strange sense of suffocation settled over them.
"Th-this is no way to live!"
Ma Hongjun swallowed as he watched the little figure running through the rain without stopping, feeling deeply uncomfortable:
"Even a robot needs to refuel and take a break, right?"
"He's only three!"
"Does he really have to push himself this hard?"
"I'm starting to wonder if he can even feel tired."
Many ordinary Soul Masters were left with their scalps tingling.
They usually felt they were working hard if they trained for an hour or two.
But compared to the boy on the Sky Screen,
they were practically living off others and waiting to die!
"Even an imperial prince works this hard..."
someone murmured, his voice full of despair:
"He was born into a better family than us, has more talent than us, and works a hundred times harder than us."
"How are ordinary people like us supposed to live?"
This all-around crushing superiority left them with no room even for envy, only a profound sense of helplessness.
Meanwhile,
Black World's Dai Mubai, the one being used for comparison, looked utterly grim.
His confidence was shattered.
Completely shattered.
Watching someone who looked exactly like him live such a hellish life,
Dai Mubai felt uncomfortable all over.
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