Capturing the Battle Tiger, the First E-rank Martial Soul

Battle Tiger martial soul, possess.

Wang Sheng's speed and strength increased significantly. With a push from his feet, he charged toward Wang Xian again, moving much faster than before and stirring up a gust of wind.

Wang Xian did not choose to engage in hand-to-hand combat this time. He spread his right hand, and an ink-green light radiated from his palm.

Blue Silver Grass surged wildly from his palm, the ink-green vines slithering like spirit snakes as they spread toward Wang Sheng.

Seeing it was only Blue Silver Grass, a look of disdain flashed in Wang Sheng's eyes. He didn't even stop his momentum, reaching out to grab them directly.

"You think Blue Silver Grass can stop me?"

He grabbed the first vine that reached him and pulled with all his might, intending to snap it.

However, the vine didn't budge.

Wang Sheng paused, stunned. Refusing to believe it, he exerted even more force, gripping the vine with both hands and tugging hard, but the Blue Silver Grass remained as rigid as if it were cast from iron, not even bending an inch.

He looked down and saw that his palms, which were gripping the vine, had already been sliced open in several places.

Blood trickled down between his fingers; the fine, serrated edges had already cut into his flesh the moment he had exerted force.

"Hiss!" Wang Sheng sucked in a cold breath, instinctively wanting to let go, but it was already too late.

More Blue Silver Grass vines surged from all directions, wrapping around his wrists, arms, waist, and legs, coiling layer upon layer until he was bound tightly.

Wang Sheng struggled desperately, flailing his arms in an attempt to tear the vines away, but the more he struggled, the tighter they coiled, constricting him until he couldn't breathe.

Losing his footing, he fell to the ground with a thud, unable to break free no matter how hard he tried.

The other work-study students stood to the side, looking at one another, none of them daring to step forward.

Just then, the system's voice echoed in Wang Xian's mind.

"Host detected defeating a martial soul possessor. Capture the martial soul?"

"Yes," Wang Xian commanded decisively.

"Capture successful. Martial soul: Battle Tiger (E-rank), stored in the training camp."

"E-rank martial soul." A satisfied smile appeared on Wang Xian's face.

This was his first time capturing an E-rank martial soul; the villagers in Emperor Soul Village mostly possessed F-rank martial souls.

"I wonder how many cultivation points an E-rank martial soul will provide me? One hundred?"

At this moment, Wang Sheng twisted on the ground a few more times before finally giving up. Gasping for air, his voice cracked, "Fine, fine, fine! I surrender, I surrender! Let me go!"

Wang Xian smiled slightly. With a thought, the Blue Silver Grass instantly loosened and retracted into his palm, vine by vine.

Wang Sheng scrambled up from the ground, looking down at his arms, which were red from the constriction, and then at the bleeding wounds on his hands.

Finally, he looked at the Blue Silver Grass slowly disappearing into Wang Xian's hand, his expression a mix of shock and suspicion.

"Is this... really Blue Silver Grass?" he couldn't help but ask.

Wang Xian didn't answer, simply looking at him with a smile.

Wang Sheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something but swallowing it back. Finally, he muttered, "Fine, you're strong. From now on, Wang Xian, you're our boss."

"Boss, you have to protect us work-study students from now on so other students don't bully us."

Following that, Wang Sheng explained the situation of the work-study students.

Because they all came from impoverished families and lived in the worst dormitory, they were frequently bullied by students from other dorms with better conditions.

Wang Sheng had only taken on the role of boss to unite everyone and resist them.

This played right into Wang Xian's hands. He had been worried about not having a legitimate reason to fight others; now that they were bullying him, fighting back was only natural.

Wang Xian nodded with a smile and said, "Alright, if they dare to bully us in the future, I won't let them off."

A cheer erupted in the dormitory, and the faces of the work-study students lit up with excitement.

They had been bullied by people from other dorms for so long; now that a capable boss had finally arrived, they felt a sudden surge of confidence.

Wang Sheng puffed out his chest. Although he still looked disheveled from the beating, his eyes were noticeably brighter than before.

Wang Xian didn't say anything more. He turned and walked to his bunk, opened his bundle, and began to make his bed.

The bed frame was made of wood with only a thin straw mat on top, feeling hard to the touch.

Wang Xian laid out the new bedding Old John had prepared for him and pressed down on it with his hand, making it passably flat.

Seeing him tidying up, the other work-study students dispersed and returned to their own spots, occasionally stealing glances at him and whispering to each other.

Wang Xian folded his school uniform and placed it beside his pillow, then spread the wrapping cloth over the quilt, finishing his chores.

He lay down on the bed. The frame creaked, and it was hard enough to dig into his back, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

No one else was paying attention to him. Wang Xian closed his eyes and recited in his heart.

"Open system panel."

A translucent light screen unfolded before his eyes.

"System, start training the Battle Tiger martial soul, normal training."

"Received. Battle Tiger (E-rank), training in progress, progress: 1%."

Wang Xian stared at the flickering numbers on the panel, mentally estimating the speed at which the progress bar was advancing.

It was about the same as when he had trained those F-rank martial spirits in the village; it hadn't sped up, nor had it slowed down.

He pondered for a moment and concluded that it must be due to the quality of the martial spirits.

Back in Emperor Soul Village, when his Blue Silver Grass was still F-rank, training the equally F-rank Sickle and Lone Bamboo had resulted in that same speed.

Later, after his Blue Silver Grass had been nurtured to E-rank, training F-rank martial spirits had become significantly faster.

Now that Battle Tiger was E-rank and his Blue Silver Grass was also E-rank, the qualities were equal, so the training speed had naturally returned to a normal level.

So, if the martial spirits I capture in the future are of a lower quality than mine, the training will be fast.

If the quality is higher than mine, it might take a longer time, Wang Xian mused to himself.

He glanced at the progress bar on the panel again; at this rate, he estimated it wouldn't be finished until tomorrow.

He climbed out of bed and beckoned to Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng immediately ran over: "Boss, what is it? Is something the matter?"

"You don't have to keep calling me boss; you can just call me by my name," Wang Xian said with a smile.

"You know, I just enrolled and haven't learned a meditation method yet. I want to try cultivating, so could you tell me how to meditate?" Wang Xian asked tentatively.

After all, he didn't know if Notting Academy had any rules against privately teaching meditation methods.

"Oh, is that all? Of course you can, I'll tell you right now," Wang Sheng said readily.

Wang Xian expressed his gratitude: "Thank you."

"It's just a small matter."

Following Wang Sheng's oral instructions, Wang Xian obtained the complete version of the meditation method, which was called the Basic Meditation Method.

After memorizing it entirely, he immediately began to attempt meditation for the first time.