Flender Questions His Life

"Dean, I broke the third soul-guided target in the Training Ground."

Flender's lips twitched. "You're punished by having to clean toilets for a month."

The red-haired boy let out a wail and slunk away.

After more than twenty minutes, all the students had gone inside.

The academy gates fell silent again, with only faint shouts coming from the distant playground.

Zhao Wuji yawned, then leaned against the doorpost, his eyelids drooping completely, his head nodding slightly.

He was on night shift last night, patrolling the college all night, and he could fall asleep standing up right now.

Flender remained standing ramrod straight, his gaze fixed on the end of the street.

Just then, a black carriage turned around the street corner.

Flender perked up and glanced at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji was leaning against a pillar, his mouth slightly open, snoring, and drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Flender raised his hand and slapped Zhao Wuji on the back of the head.

"You're here, stand up straight."

Zhao Wuji suddenly woke up, and reflexively stood up straight, chest out, stomach in, and hands on his sides.

He blinked, and upon recognizing the approaching carriage, the drowsiness on his face vanished instantly, and he quickly wiped his mouth.

The carriage came to a smooth stop at the entrance of the academy.

Flender put on a smile, stepped forward, and opened the car door.

Zhao Wuji followed behind him, and the two bowed simultaneously.

"Your Dean Qian."

Qian Xunji got out of the carriage first, then turned around and reached out to lead Qian Renxue out of the carriage.

Qian Xunji glanced at Flender, then at Zhao Wuji, and nodded.

"Dean Flender, Professor Zhao Wuji, I'm entrusting my daughter to you."

"But don't give me any special treatment."

Zhao Wuji was taken aback, then blurted out, "Wasn't the special treatment already arranged?"

The air was silent for a moment, and Qian Xunji and Flender both looked at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji realized what he had said, opened his mouth as if to find something to say but couldn't find the words.

What he meant was that Qian Renxue was only six years old. According to the Spirit Hall's education system, a six-year-old child should be attending a junior Soul Master Academy like Nuoding Academy, learning from the most basic Soul Power application with their peers.

Qian Renxue was directly assigned to the advanced class of the Martial Soul Academy, sitting in the same classroom as those teenagers.

This in itself is the greatest special treatment imaginable.

Flender raised his hand and patted Zhao Wuji on the back of the head again.

"Xiao Xue got in based on her talent and ability, not through special treatment."

Zhao Wuji rubbed the back of his head and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, it's based on strength, it's based on strength."

Qian Xunji ignored the little incident and looked down at Qian Renxue.

"Xiao Xue, I'm going to the Research Institute now."

"If you encounter anything you don't understand, ask your teacher, or go directly to Dean Flender."

"Okay, Dad."

Qian Xunji turned to She Long.

She Long had already gotten off the carriage and was standing beside the carriage waiting for instructions.

"She Long, keep a close eye on Xiao Xue in secret."

"If there are conflicts between students, don't interfere. Let the children resolve their own issues."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qian Xunji nodded, turned around, and got into the carriage.

Goodbye, I'll pick you up after school this afternoon.

"Okay, Dad."

Then, Ci Xue sat in the driver's seat and picked up the reins.

Qian Xunji settled into his seat in the carriage, glanced at Qian Renxue through the window, and then drew the curtains.

Ci Xue flicked the reins and headed towards the Soul Guidance Research Institute.

Flender watched the carriage disappear around the street corner, then looked at Qian Renxue with a kind smile.

"Xiao Xue, let's go."

Qian Renxue nodded and strode into the academy gate.

Flender arrived at the office, pushed open the door, and stepped aside to let Qian Renxue go in first.

Flender walked behind his desk, sat down, dipped his quill in the ink bottle, and opened the thick book.

The cover of the booklet reads "Martial Soul Academy Student Registration Book".

He turned to the latest blank page, wrote today's date at the top, then looked up, pen tip hovering above the paper.

"Xiao Xue, your full name is Qian Renxue, right?"

"Um."

Flender wrote "Qian Renxue" in the name field, then asked, "Age?"

Six years old.

Then, he asked about the type of Martial Soul, the Soul Power Level, and the home address, which were filled in on the form.

When he got to the "guardian" section, he paused, looked up, and glanced at Qian Renxue.

Who should be listed as the guardian?

Qian Renxue thought for a moment, "Let's write about my mother, Bibi Dong."

Flender carefully wrote down the three characters "Bibi Dong".

He closed the register, set it aside, and placed his hands crossed on the table.

"Xiao Xue, I heard that when you awakened your Martial Soul, you were directly a level 30 Soul Elder?"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Um... can I take a look?"

Qian Renxue did not answer immediately, but turned to look at the door.

Ci Xue by the door, arms crossed, quietly serving as a background figure.

Sensing Qian Renxue's gaze, Ci Xue nodded slightly.

There are no outsiders here. Flender and Zhao Wuji are both Qian Xunji's men, so it's fine to let them see.

Qian Renxue walked to the open space in the center of the office.

She closed her eyes, and golden light surged from her body. Eight Angel wings unfolded from her back, spreading out in layers.

The temperature in the office rose, and a red Soul Ring rose from beneath her feet.

Flender's body trembled. He was now a Soul Saint, and his level 70 cultivation was considered a significant figure in the Soul Master World.

But even facing Xiao Xue and this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, he still felt a faint sense of oppression.

It wasn't a suppression of Soul Power, but rather a kind of condescending gaze from a higher level of life.

"Is this even allowed to live?" Zhao Wuji murmured in astonishment.

Upon hearing this, Flender's expression changed from shock to a wry smile, and he shook his head.

At six years old, he possessed Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul, innate level 30 Soul Power, and his first Soul Ring was a hundred thousand years old.

He has cultivated for most of his life, struggling and surviving countless near-death experiences, and now he is only a Soul Saint.

The little girl in front of him is only six years old, and the starting line is already the finish line that he may never reach in his lifetime.

Some people are born standing at the finish line of others.

This is the cruelty of talent, and also the most unreasonable aspect of the world of Martial Soul.

Qian Renxue withdrew her Martial Soul, and the light in the office returned to normal.

She walked back to the chair, sat down again, put her legs together, and placed her hands back on her knees.

"Dean, I've come to the academy with only two things in mind."

"First, make friends; second, learn about Soul Tool."

Upon hearing this, Flender leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers twice on the table, and his expression changed from shock to contemplation.

"My knowledge of Soul Tool is fine."

"The Research Institute sends lecturers over every day to give classes; you can arrange as much as you want to learn."

"But making friends... might be a little difficult."