Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena

A translucent light screen unfolded before his eyes. He glanced at the Training Camp tab, where the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul lay quietly in the list, marked with a "C-grade" label.

"System, begin training the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul," Wang Xian ordered in his mind. "Standard training."

Ghost Leopard (C-grade), training in progress, progress: 1%, estimated completion time: three months.

A look of "as expected" appeared on Wang Xian's face; training a Martial Soul one grade higher than his own naturally required more time.

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

After finishing the enrollment procedures yesterday, no one had come to disturb Wang Xian again.

Thus, he cultivated right here until the early morning of the next day, eating some of the dry rations he carried with him whenever he felt hungry.

Early the next morning, Wang Xian woke from his 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 were arranged neatly, and sunlight poured in through large windows, making the entire room bright and airy.

When Wang Xian walked in, quite a few people were already seated in the class. Seeing a new face, many cast curious glances his way.

There was only one class in the morning, as, at the end of the day, combat and cultivation were what mattered most to a Soul Master.

Therefore, as the academy grade increased, theoretical courses would decrease accordingly.

The academy left more time for students to go out and fight or cultivate on their own.

This class was nothing special; the teacher was lecturing on high-level techniques for soul power cultivation, and Wang Xian listened very attentively.

The moment the bell rang and the teacher had barely stepped out, someone came knocking at his door.

It was a boy of about twelve, dressed in fine clothes that clearly weren't cheap, with golden patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar.

He wore an air of innate arrogance, followed by two lackeys, one on his left and one on his right, looking like a pair of henchmen.

He walked straight to Wang Xian's desk, stepped on the corner of the desk with one foot, and looked down at him.

"Hey, kid, you're a new enrollee this year, right?" His tone was aggressive, like he was interrogating a prisoner.

Wang Xian looked up at him expressionlessly, feeling no ripples in his heart.

Wherever he went, there was always someone looking for trouble; it was like that at Notting Academy, and it was still like that here in Heaven Dou City.

But that was fine—a Martial Soul delivered to his doorstep was not one to be missed.

Seeing that Wang Xian didn't speak, the boy in fine clothes felt his face lose some luster. He snorted coldly and waved at the two lackeys behind him.

"Give him a taste of his own medicine."

The two lackeys stepped forward in response, reaching out from left and right to grab Wang Xian's arms. Judging by their practiced posture, they had done this sort of thing plenty of times before.

Wang Xian didn't stand up. Remaining in his seat, his right hand shot out like lightning, clamped onto the left lackey's wrist, and gave it a fierce twist. The man let out a miserable "Ah!" and his whole body buckled.

At the same instant, Wang Xian kicked out with his left foot, striking the right lackey squarely on the shin. The man's legs went soft, and he tumbled forward.

Wang Xian grabbed his collar as he fell and slung him into the nearby desks, causing a chaotic crash as they collapsed.

The two lackeys were left clutching their wrists and legs, groaning on the floor, unable to get back up.

The classroom fell silent instantly.

The few students who had been watching the show all widened their eyes, mouths slightly agape, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

The young noble in this class had been running rampant for so long that almost everyone had been bullied by him.

No one had ever dared to fight back, let alone fight back with such devastating results.

The arrogance on the boy's face froze. His mouth twitched, and a flash of panic crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by irritation.

He was a Soul Master, after all; he couldn't be scared off by a seven or eight-year-old brat.

"You—" He had just opened his mouth, but before he could make a move, Wang Xian had already acted.

Wang Xian sprang from his chair, a fist flying straight toward the boy's face.

The boy was startled and instinctively raised his hands to block, managing to parry the punch, but his arm went numb from the impact, and he retreated two steps.

Before he could steady himself, Wang Xian's second punch arrived, followed by the third and the fourth. Every blow landed solidly, fast and heavy, hammering against his arms and shoulders like a blacksmith's forge.

The boy managed to block a few, but Wang Xian's fists were too fast and the angles too tricky; he couldn't defend against them at all.

His own combat skills were crude; he usually relied on soul power suppression and his lackeys to bully others. When faced with this kind of close-quarters, rapid-fire assault, he was no match.

Wang Xian feinted a punch, and as the boy raised his hands to block, he left his midsection wide open.

Wang Xian retracted his fist and kicked him in the hip. The boy let out a muffled groan, flew sideways, slid half a meter across the floor, and knocked over two chairs.

He lay on the ground, looking up at Wang Xian with eyes full of terror.

This child, who looked only seven or eight years old, fought like a Wolf—vicious and precise, giving his opponent no chance to catch their breath.

Wang Xian walked toward him expressionlessly, his pace steady and unhurried.

The boy's face turned pale. He scrambled backward on his hands and feet, his voice cracking: "Don't come over here, don't come over here!"

Wang Xian didn't stop. He walked past him, headed straight out the classroom door, and didn't even spare him another glance.

The classroom was deathly silent.

The boy in the fine clothes lay on the ground, his hair disheveled and his fancy outfit crumpled into a mess, looking utterly pathetic.

The two lackeys, one clutching his wrist and the other cradling his leg, groaned and struggled to get back up.

The other students exchanged glances, their expressions slowly shifting from shock to an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

This young noble, who had acted like a tyrant in class for so long, had finally kicked an iron plate.

After leaving the classroom, Wang Xian did not return to his dormitory, but instead headed toward the exit of Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy.

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

That was another 1,200 Cultivation Points in the bag.

Coming to Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy was truly the right choice; D-Rank Martial Souls seem to be everywhere here.

Watching the D-Rank and E-Rank Martial Souls currently undergoing training, Wang Xian revealed a smile.

At this rate, if he could find a few more people to challenge him, he would soon gather enough points to reach ten thousand and perform another Martial Soul cultivation.

Today's classes are over, so I might as well go check out the Great Soul Arena.

The Great Soul Arena in Heaven Dou City should be the largest in the entire Heaven Dou Empire; there must be many contestants with high-quality Martial Souls there.

Besides, if I go there to compete, I might even run into Dugu Yan or other characters who appeared in the original story.

The Martial Soul quality of those people certainly won't be low.

Thinking of this, Wang Xian quickened his pace and left Heaven Dou Intermediate Academy.

He walked toward the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, which was not far from there.