The scene left the Inner Court students terrified.
Dai Yueheng had fallen.
"Dai Yueheng's been beaten to death!"
Ma Xiaotao suddenly shouted, making everyone jump.
Had he really been punched to death? Dai Yueheng might become the first Evil-Eyed White Tiger student in Shrek Academy's history to be killed by a One-Ring Soul Master.
Just then, Zhang Lexuan scooped Dai Yueheng up and glared at Ma Xiaotao. "Stop causing trouble. How could Dai Yueheng possibly be beaten to death?"
Then she had a male student carry Dai Yueheng to the infirmary.
Yu Daoyun followed them, afraid he really had punched Dai Yueheng to death.
Ma Xiaotao gave him a teasing look and joked, "Little guy, you sure pack a punch. Dai Yueheng got what he deserved. Hahahaha..."
She felt the thrill of getting away with something mischievous.
Dai Yueheng had been showing off and gotten himself beaten senseless. Serves him right!
Before long, Dai Yueheng was brought to the infirmary, and Zhang Lexuan specially summoned Elder Zhuang to treat him.
As he released his life force to heal Dai Yueheng, Elder Zhuang said, "What happened during training? Did Xiaotao use too much force and injure Yueheng? That terrifying penetrating power nearly shattered all of Dai Yueheng's internal organs."
"You children have no idea when to hold back during training. Yueheng is a genius of the Inner Court!"
Ma Xiaotao stuck out her tongue. "It wasn't me. Dai Yueheng was asking for trouble. He asked our junior to punch him, and then he ended up like this."
Elder Zhuang was taken aback, then turned his gaze to the six-year-old boy standing nearby.
He did it?
A One-Ring Soul Master had injured Dai Yueheng? How was that possible?
Suddenly, Elder Zhuang remembered what Yan Shaozhe had said.
The boy's Martial Soul was the Golden Dragon, Ancestor of Strength, and his First Soul Skill was a fist that ignored armor. With the several hundred jin of force he could unleash, he could easily kill someone.
Dai Yueheng had been careless, after all.
He'd challenged the Golden Dragon without understanding the nature of its Martial Soul. Even if his opponent was only a One-Ring Soul Master, that kind of strength was beyond what an ordinary person could match.
Still, thankfully, the boy wasn't seriously hurt. He just needed a few days to rest.
Just then, several elders arrived after hearing the news.
Yan Shaozhe looked at the unconscious Dai Yueheng, then at Yu Daoyun. "You did this?"
"I did." Yu Daoyun didn't try to dodge the blame and admitted it openly.
Yan Shaozhe beamed. "Well done!"
He was genuinely thrilled, grinning from ear to ear.
The Inner Court students all stared at their dean as if they'd seen a ghost.
Well done?
Why did that sound so wrong?
Yan Shaozhe cleared his throat and explained, "I'm praising Daoyun's strength. It shows how powerful his explosive force is."
Xian Lin'er asked, "Shouldn't you check on Dai Yueheng's injuries first?"
Yan Shaozhe waved a hand. "Elder Zhuang is treating him, so he'll be fine. There's no need for the dean to linger and invite gossip. Dai Yueheng can skip training for the next few days."
Xian Lin'er rolled her eyes. She could see straight through the old fox Yan Shaozhe's thoughts.
Dai Yueheng wasn't worth investing in. Even if they did, the benefits would go to the White Tiger Family.
Besides, Dai Yueheng's talent wasn't top-tier. He wasn't even on a par with Xiaotao. The shrewd Yan Shaozhe naturally wouldn't care much about him.
Yu Daoyun, on the other hand, had been raised by Mu En himself, and had already demonstrated strength far beyond the ordinary. Naturally, Yan Shaozhe favored him more.
Poor Dai Yueheng. Why hadn't he joined the Soul Tool Department?
Just then, Dai Yueheng woke up. He glanced at everyone and instantly understood what had happened. His face went deathly pale.
It was like being a mighty two-legged beast only to be killed by a cat. He couldn't show his face.
That was exactly how he felt.
That kid Yu Daoyun had a powerful left hand and a powerful right hand, too.
He shakily held out a hand and said, "Help me up. I'm not hurt..."
Elder Zhuang pressed him back down and advised him, "You're injured, so rest properly. Don't go making boasts so carelessly again. The Golden Dragon is on the same level as the Six-Winged Angel. You can't judge it by ordinary Soul Power Levels."
"Yu Daoyun may only have one ring, but when he unleashes his full strength, he can still hit with several hundred jin of force. Rest up."
This was an indirect explanation that the Evil-Eyed White Tiger and Golden Dragon Martial Souls weren't on the same level. Only a true Six-Winged Angel could match the Golden Dragon.
Dai Yueheng rolled his eyes and fainted again.
As the story spread, every Inner Court student learned that Dai Yueheng had been punched into the infirmary by a six-year-old junior.
The news sent the Inner Court into an uproar.
How could this kid be so strong?
Was he the future leader of the Inner Court?
Rumors flew everywhere: the Evil-Eyed White Tiger had grown so weak, and all sorts of other nonsense.
When everyone went around asking for the junior's name, someone gave them a hint.
The glutton from the Inner Court was the junior who'd knocked Dai Yueheng down with one punch.
Now the Inner Court students were all curious. They wanted to challenge Yu Daoyun and have him punch them, too.
That way, they'd become geniuses who had surpassed Dai Yueheng.
The idea had barely crossed their minds when the elders issued an order: no one was to bother Yu Daoyun without permission. Anyone who did had better make sure they had proper defenses.
The elders' order also indirectly proved how terrifying the Golden Dragon was. The Ancestor of Strength was no joke.
The senior student had been punched so hard he threw up his stomach acid.
After training, Yu Daoyun kept his promise and went to the dining hall for a huge meal. He polished off enough food for more than ten people, then happily returned to his dorm.
That night, he sat by the lake and meditated, carefully sensing the secret of "Form and Spirit Unite, Attack in One Place."
There seemed to be more to releasing a Soul Skill than that.
Yu Daoyun murmured, "What if I don't release my First Soul Skill and just use pure Soul Power instead? With Soul Power compressed by my Ultimate Martial Soul, could I release another kind of Soul Skill?"
The thought of a Self-Created Soul Skill suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Yu Daoyun was thrilled and immediately stood up to try it.
The next moment, Soul Power surged out of his body, forming a small wave of energy.
Yu Daoyun raised his hand and calmed his emotions before lifting his right hand.
Form and Spirit Unite. Attack in One Place.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
His Soul Power converged into a ball.
Yu Daoyun sensed that its power was terrifying and hurled it into the lake.
Boom—!
The powerful mass of Soul Power exploded, sending water surging into the sky.
Yu Daoyun stared at what had happened, stunned.
It really worked.
He'd done it!
He had just used the Thunderclap Art.
Then he felt utterly drained. The energy he'd gotten from his meal was completely spent.
That powerful move really consumed Soul Power.
Time flew by. Two years passed.
Over those two years, Yu Daoyun gradually grew accustomed to life in the Inner Court. He trained every day in the Mimicry Cultivation Illusion and never skipped his weight training. His body grew sturdier and sturdier.
His Soul Power Level had also reached thirty-two, and he had advanced to Soul Elder.
One day, after training ended, the students of the Shrek Supervisory Team were summoned to the Sea God Pavilion.
Yu Daoyun was summoned there as well.
At that moment,
Mu En was lying in a chair, while Xuan Zi stood beside him.
As the head and deputy head of the Shrek Supervisory Team, they bore the burden of eliminating Evil Soul Masters.
Mu En hadn't fought for decades, leaving Xuan Zi to struggle alone out in the world.
And now, the Evil Soul Masters were stirring again.
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