Teaching You Some Real Skills

Bibi Dong's words might have been sincere, but Qian Yun understood that his current strength was not worth mentioning to a true powerhouse.

Time ticked away second by second, and as the cool breeze blew, Bibi Dong and Qian Yun chatted slowly while bathed in the final glow of the sunset.

Bibi Dong looked up at a flock of wild geese flying south in a line, and as she watched them disappear into the horizon, she finally stood up.

"Xiao Yun, every person's martial soul has its own unique qualities, and even martial souls inherited within a family are not necessarily identical. Therefore, what I can teach you is only my experience in cultivation; as for the deeper development of your martial soul, you will have to rely on yourself."

Qian Yun also stood up, sensing from Bibi Dong's posture that she was about to teach him some real skills, just as she had said.

"Yes, I understand."

Bibi Dong nodded, then led him toward a fountain that was constantly gurgling.

The fountain did not occupy much space, and it was carved with flowers, plants, and beasts, each depicted with vivid and lifelike expressions.

Bibi Dong said to Qian Yun, "Try to see if you can lift the water up."

Telekinesis?

Qian Yun pondered for a moment. It was not simple to lift water using mental power; with his soul power at the level of twenty-something, even with his strong mental power, it should have been impossible. Especially since the water in the pool was constantly being stirred by external forces, the difficulty was significantly increased.

However, objects are inanimate while people are adaptable. Qian Yun did not hesitate; after summoning his martial soul, he began to focus and operate.

Indeed, it was very difficult to meet Bibi Dong's requirements with his current strength, but one must not forget that besides his outstanding mental power, Qian Yun's Crown also possessed an abnormal ability for elemental control.

After some serious manipulation, Qian Yun controlled the water elements and forcibly lifted the flowing water from the fountain into the air.

Although it was only a ball of water the size of a human head, achieving this with only two-ring cultivation was enough to be shocking.

"Hmm." Even someone as strict as Bibi Dong could not find any faults.

Under Qian Yun's focused control, the water ball flowed slowly in the air. Seeing that the timing was right, Qian Yun prepared to set it down.

"Wait, don't put it down yet." Bibi Dong suddenly spoke.

Qian Yun hurriedly controlled the water ball, which had already lowered slightly, to rise again.

"Lift up another ball of water." Bibi Dong's elegant voice sounded somewhat difficult to Qian Yun's ears.

"...Alright."

Although it was strenuous, it had not yet reached the point of being impossible. Qian Yun gritted his teeth, and another ball of water was stripped from the surface of the pool.

Looking at the two water balls suspended above the water, Bibi Dong was truly surprised. She had originally intended for Qian Yun to suffer a setback first so that she could educate him, but she hadn't expected him to actually succeed...

"Put them down." Seeing that the time was ripe, Bibi Dong did not let Qian Yun persist any longer.

Qian Yun felt a sense of relief and hurriedly withdrew his mental power; the two water balls instantly disintegrated and merged back into the water.

After letting Qian Yun rest for a moment, Bibi Dong spoke again, extending her fair hands toward him.

"Give me your hand."

Qian Yun was stunned for a moment as he looked at Bibi Dong's hand before him. It was fair with a rosy luster, the slender and clean knuckles looked like they were carved from jade, and the nails seemed to be painted with a water-colored polish, which was quite unexpected.

"You brat, what are you staring at?" Seeing that Qian Yun hadn't moved and was just staring blankly at her hand, Bibi Dong couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh." Qian Yun hurriedly placed his hand gently on hers. It felt slightly cool to the touch, yet its softness could not be concealed.

Bibi Dong squeezed Qian Yun's hand and said, "What I am going to teach you next is the Distraction Control Method."

Qian Yun looked up and said, "The Distraction Control Method... isn't that the secret technique of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Bibi Dong's rosy lips curled, her smile carrying a hint of arrogance, "The secret technique of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is indeed good, but the foundation of my Martial Soul Hall is not something a single sect can compare to."

Bibi Dong mimicked Qian Yun's earlier posture, calmly raising one hand toward the pool while explaining to him, "The purpose of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Distraction Control Method is to control every bit of one's own power, allowing every soul skill enhancement to be utilized to the extreme. Its characteristic is the control of oneself."

Qian Yun listened intently, while pure soul power continuously surged from the warm, jade-like hand he held. This soul power gradually enveloped Qian Yun, and eventually, he could even feel Bibi Dong's breathing and the fluctuations of her soul power.

"And what I want to teach you is the 'Heaven-Returning Soul Control Method' unique to our Martial Soul Hall. This type of control method, while achieving self-control, can also control external objects. It emphasizes absolute control, including oneself. Watch closely."

As she spoke, a faint amount of soul power surged from her raised hand. The soul power, gentle as the wind, extended outward and landed lightly on the water surface like a mist.

Immediately after, this soul power suddenly tightened—the change happened in an instant—and then two water balls, similar to the ones Qian Yun had produced earlier, slowly emerged from the surface.

Qian Yun's eyes widened as he watched this scene. If Bibi Dong had achieved this using her own cultivation level, he wouldn't have been surprised in the slightest, but at this moment, he sensed from the changes in her soul power that the power she had applied to the water surface was only around level twenty.

With less soul power output than Qian Yun, she had achieved a better result. How did she do it?

"Heh, did you see clearly?" Bibi Dong casually withdrew her soul power and looked down at the astonished Qian Yun.

"Uh..." Qian Yun frowned in thought, then said with some uncertainty, "I don't quite understand, but I just sensed that Teacher's mental power extended outward. Does it have something to do with that?"

Bibi Dong nodded with appreciation, "That is indeed the case."

Next, Bibi Dong held Qian Yun's hand and guided him step-by-step to learn the Heaven-Returning Soul Control Method.

Time passed without them noticing, and by the time Qian Yun had truly mastered the Heaven-Returning Soul Control Method, the sky had already darkened.

"Whew—"

Under the bright moonlight, Qian Yun extended a hand to slowly lower the four floating water balls in front of him. By now, he had learned all the tricks of this control method. The next step was to integrate and master it in actual combat.

"It seems you learn very quickly." Bibi Dong's voice sounded in his ear.

"Thank you, Teacher, for teaching me everything you know."

"Hmm, it wasn't in vain that I taught you for so long." Bibi Dong squatted down, still holding Qian Yun's hand. She looked at Qian Yun, who had fair skin and bright golden eyes, and reached out to brush away the messy hair on his forehead. "You don't need to thank me; this is all something I, as your teacher, should teach you."

Then she suddenly laughed: "Come to think of it, I should teach Xiao Na someday. Otherwise, she might say that I, as her teacher, am not being fair."

Qian Yun smiled: "Xiao Na wouldn't do that."

Bibi Dong stood up and took Qian Yun's hand, walking toward the inside of the hall.

"It's getting late, and you've been busy all day. Let's have dinner together."

Qian Yun naturally wouldn't refuse: "Alright."

After Qian Yun returned to his residence, a servant handed him an unopened envelope. On the sender line, it was written: "1.4 meters tall with 1.5-meter-long legs"...

The recipient line was addressed to: "Someone who looks ugly."

Looking at this rather whimsical letter, Qian Yun couldn't help but tilt his head in confusion and ask the servant beside him: "Is this really for me?"

The servant shrank his neck and nodded.

"Heh, this girl... alright then." Qian Yun smiled and accepted the letter; he had already guessed who this person calling herself "1.4 meters tall with 1.5-meter-long legs" was.

Returning to his room, he opened the envelope. Sure enough, this letter was sent to him by Hu Liena, who was already at the Martial Soul Academy.

The very first sentence mocked him for accepting the nickname "Someone who looks ugly." Then, Hu Liena mentioned some of her experiences at the Martial Soul Academy in the letter, and finally told Qian Yun not to write back because she was very busy.

Qian Yun carefully read through the letter, looking at the slightly scrawled sentences on the paper, as if Hu Liena's expressions and tone of voice were leaping off the page.

After a long, long time, Qian Yun finally put the letter back into the envelope and carefully placed it in his drawer.

At his desk, Qian Yun rested his face in his hands: "It seems that girl is having quite a good time at the academy... Hmph, what kind of name should I give her?"

Qian Yun frowned, feeling a bit troubled. A moment later, he finally reached out to pick up the quill on the desk and began to write on the stationery:

"Respected Madam, how do you do..."

The content of the letter naturally went on for several pages, grandiosely detailing his feat of defeating the Imperial Fighting Team and sweeping all seven members, filled with self-praise. Even as he wrote it, Qian Yun felt his face burning.

Time flew by, and it wasn't until midnight that Qian Yun finally sealed the envelope, applied the wax seal, and handed it to the servant, telling him to ride fast to the Martial Soul Academy.

The next day.

Qian Yun set off early; today was the day he joined the Enforcement Team of the Pope Hall.

A few days later, Martial Soul Academy.

Hu Liena, who had been busy for a long time, finally had time to rest. Throwing herself into a chair, she rubbed her brow with some fatigue.

The situation at the Martial Soul Academy was somewhat complicated; it wasn't as relaxed as she had described in her letter. The heavy academic workload and the almost endless training schedule drained every ounce of her energy, though fortunately, she was slowly adapting to it.

"Phew—those guys." Hu Liena let out a long breath, her flat chest rising and falling, and the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

Although she was a new student, her arrival had not been welcomed; instead, she had faced setbacks everywhere. The reason, naturally, was her status as a student of the Pope.

There was no need to even think about how much jealousy and scrutiny this status would invite. These kinds of gazes made her feel as if she had returned to Beast King Village, but she was no longer the weak little girl she once was!

Hu Liena opened her eyes again, a flash of ruthlessness in her gaze: "Those pieces of trash, I'll pull out your tongues sooner or later!"

After a brief rest, Hu Liena put down her teacup and began preparing to finish her homework.

Inadvertently, her eyes caught sight of the envelope that had been lying silent on the edge of the table for a long time.

She put down her pen, reached out to take the envelope, and as she looked at the neat handwriting on it, a smile appeared on her lips before she even realized it.

Opening the envelope, what met her eyes were Qian Yun's slightly cocky words. Watching them, the smile on Hu Liena's face never faded, and the melancholy that had accumulated in her heart dissipated quite a bit.

"Hmph, narcissistic guy..." Hu Liena crossed her legs, her large eyes darting around, wondering what she was thinking. A moment later, she finally made up her mind and smirked: "I'm going to complain to Teacher and have her teach this shameless guy a lesson on my behalf."

After sending off the letter to Bibi Dong, Hu Liena buried her head back at the desk to write seriously. Meanwhile, Qian Yun also boarded a carriage, heading toward the destination of his mission.

As the sun set, the two young people on the continent were giving their all for their respective futures!