Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena

A translucent light screen unfolded before him. He glanced at the Training Camp section, where the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul lay quietly in the list, labeled "C-Rank."

"System, begin training the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul," Wang Xian ordered inwardly. "Standard training."

Ghost Leopard (C-Rank), training in progress. Progress: 1%. Estimated completion time: three months.

An expression of confirmation appeared on Wang Xian's face. Training a Martial Soul one rank higher than his naturally took longer.

He closed the panel, sat cross-legged on the bed, shut his eyes, and quickly entered a meditative state.

After completing his enrollment yesterday, no one came to disturb Wang Xian.

So he cultivated there all the way until the following morning, eating some dry rations he carried with him whenever he got hungry.

The next morning, Wang Xian emerged from cultivation, ate a meal in the cafeteria, and followed the signs to find his classroom.

The classrooms at Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy were much larger than those at Notting Academy. Desks and chairs stood in neat rows, sunlight poured in through the large windows, and the entire room was brightly lit.

By the time Wang Xian entered, quite a few students were already seated inside. Seeing an unfamiliar face, many of them looked over curiously.

There was only one class in the morning, after all. For Soul Masters, combat and cultivation were ultimately what mattered most.

Thus, as the academy level rose, theoretical courses became fewer.

The academy gave students more time to fight or cultivate on their own.

There was nothing particularly special about this class. The teacher discussed advanced techniques for cultivating Soul Power, and Wang Xian listened attentively.

The moment the dismissal bell rang, the teacher had barely left when someone came looking for him.

It was a boy around twelve years old, dressed in luxurious clothing. The fabric was clearly expensive, with golden patterns embroidered along the cuffs and collar.

His face carried an innate air of arrogance, and two lackeys followed behind him, one on each side, like a pair of guardian generals.

He walked straight to Wang Xian's desk, planted one foot on its corner, and looked down at him.

"Hey, kid, you're a new student this year, right?" His tone was harsh, as if interrogating a criminal.

Wang Xian looked up at him expressionlessly, without the slightest ripple in his heart.

No matter where he went, there were always people looking to provoke him. It had been the same at Notting Academy, and it was still the same after arriving in Heaven Dou City.

But that was fine. There was no reason to let Martial Souls delivered right to his door go uncaptured.

Seeing that Wang Xian remained silent, the richly dressed boy found it hard to save face. He snorted and waved at his two lackeys.

"Teach him a lesson."

The two lackeys stepped forward at once, reaching for Wang Xian's arms from either side. Judging by their practiced movements, they had clearly done this sort of thing plenty of times.

Wang Xian did not stand. Remaining seated, he shot out his right hand like lightning, seized the wrist of the person on his left, and twisted hard. With a miserable cry, the boy's whole body bent sideways.

At the same instant, Wang Xian kicked out with his left foot, striking the other boy squarely in the shin. His leg buckled, and he pitched forward.

Wang Xian casually grabbed his collar, yanked him aside, and flung him into a nearby desk. Tables and chairs crashed down in a clatter.

One lackey clutched his wrist while the other hugged his leg. Both groaned on the floor, unable to get up.

The classroom instantly fell silent.

The students who had been watching the show all widened their eyes, their mouths slightly open as though they had seen a ghost.

This young noble had run rampant in the class for so long that nearly everyone had been bullied by him.

No one had ever dared to fight back, much less fight back so effectively.

The arrogance on the richly dressed boy's face froze. His lips twitched, and a flash of panic passed through his eyes, quickly replaced by anger.

He was a Soul Master, after all. He could not possibly be frightened by some brat of seven or eight.

"You—" He had barely opened his mouth and had not even made a move when Wang Xian struck first.

Wang Xian sprang up from his chair and threw a punch straight at the boy's face.

Startled, the richly dressed boy instinctively raised his arms to block. He caught the punch, but the impact numbed his arms and sent him stumbling back two steps.

Before he could steady himself, Wang Xian's second punch arrived, followed by a third, then a fourth. Every blow landed solidly, fast and heavy, hammering into his arms and shoulders like iron being forged.

The richly dressed boy barely blocked a few strikes, but Wang Xian's fists were too fast and his angles too tricky. He simply could not defend against them.

His combat skills had always been crude. When bullying others, he relied on Soul Power suppression and his lackeys for support. Against this kind of rapid close-quarters assault, he was completely outmatched.

Wang Xian feinted with a punch. The richly dressed boy raised his arm to block, exposing an opening at his waist.

Wang Xian withdrew his fist and lifted his leg, driving a kick into his hipbone. The boy let out a muffled groan and flew sideways, landing on the floor and sliding half a meter before knocking over two chairs.

Lying facedown on the ground, he looked up at Wang Xian with terror written all over his face.

This child, who looked no older than seven or eight, fought like a wolf—ruthless and precise, never giving his opponent a chance to breathe.

Wang Xian walked toward him expressionlessly, neither fast nor slow.

The richly dressed boy's face turned pale. Scrambling backward on his hands and feet, his voice rose in panic. "Don't come over! Don't come over!"

Wang Xian did not stop. He walked past him and straight out of the classroom without even giving him another glance.

The classroom remained deathly silent.

The richly dressed boy lay on the floor, his hair disheveled and his fine clothes wrinkled into a mess. He looked utterly pathetic.

One lackey clutched his wrist while the other hugged his leg, both groaning as they struggled helplessly on the floor.

The other students exchanged looks, and the shock on their faces slowly turned into an indescribable satisfaction.

The noble young master who had ruled the class for so long had finally kicked an iron plate.

After leaving the classroom, Wang Xian did not return to the dormitory. Instead, he headed out of Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy.

After defeating those three, he had successfully captured three Martial Souls: one D-Rank and two E-Rank.

Another twelve hundred Cultivation Points were added to his account.

"Coming to Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy really was the right choice. D-Rank Martial Souls are everywhere here."

Looking at the D-Rank and E-Rank Martial Souls currently training, Wang Xian smiled.

At this rate, if he found a few more people to challenge, he would soon gather ten thousand points and cultivate another Martial Soul.

"Today's classes are already over, so I might as well check out the Soul Fighting Arena."

"The Soul Fighting Arena in Heaven Dou City should be the largest in the entire Heaven Dou Empire. There must be plenty of contestants with high-quality Martial Souls there."

"And if I fight there, I might even run into Dugu Yan or other people from the original story."

"Their Martial Souls definitely won't be low quality."

With that in mind, Wang Xian quickly left Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy.

He headed toward the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, which was not far from here.