Mysterious Liquid...

"Teacher, are you truly not joking?"

Dai Huabin's eyes were filled with panic, his legs retreating a few steps involuntarily.

To go for a run without even eating a meal—he hadn't even awakened his Martial Soul yet, he was just an ordinary child; if something went wrong, it could be a disaster.

Seeing his beloved disciple dare to defy him, Yu Xiaogang was instantly incensed.

Your father told you not to disobey me only yesterday, and today you're letting it go in one ear and out the other, are you?

But Yu Xiaogang at least had experience as a teacher, so he knew that he absolutely must not be forceful at this moment.

Otherwise, it would easily provoke a rebellious psychology, which would be counterproductive.

There was only one way: if the hard approach wouldn't work, he had to use the soft one.

Having figured this out, Yu Xiaogang feigned a sigh and said, "This master is doing this for your own good, but since you are unwilling, I cannot force you."

"It is just a pity for that White Tiger Duke who is out on the battlefield; his most beloved youngest son cannot even manage a simple run..."

It was a blatant provocation, and any normal person would not fall for it.

But who was Dai Huabin?

At six years old, combined with a mischievous temperament, he was least able to stand others saying he couldn't do something, especially when they brought up the father he revered.

"I never said I couldn't do it!" Dai Huabin's blood rushed to his head, and he steeled himself, shouting loudly.

"Good!"

Seeing his plan succeed, Yu Xiaogang smiled.

"Worthy of being a descendant of the Dai family; you have spirit and haven't disgraced your ancestors." He suppressed his smile and said sternly:

"My good disciple, this master has arranged a grueling training for you."

"Although it is somewhat difficult for you right now, I believe that a descendant of the God of War will never fall just because they encounter a setback."

This set of three tactics was something he had created with a thick skin, though he had never used it on Tang San.

But it was just right for a young master like Dai Huabin who refused to be disciplined.

Yu Xiaogang looked at his disciple's flushed face, feeling extremely proud inside.

Little brat, can't this Grandmaster handle you?

Dai Huabin was already completely carried away by his teacher's praise, and without a second thought, he replied:

"Please speak, Teacher. No matter how arduous the task, I will do my best."

Yu Xiaogang did not hesitate and immediately laid out the training he had long since decided upon: "Huabin, this training involves running ten laps around the White Tiger Duke Mansion, and you are not allowed to stop and rest halfway."

"If you do not finish, then continue in the afternoon until you have completed it all..."

This was the training method he had carefully devised for Dai Huabin.

Running one lap around the White Tiger Duke Mansion, which covered three thousand acres, was a distance of about ten li.

Ten laps meant one hundred li, which was an immense challenge for a child who had not yet awakened his Martial Soul.

But Yu Xiaogang didn't care about that.

He only knew that whether you could finish it or not, you had to run; if you couldn't finish, you had to run even more.

This was the teaching philosophy of the Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang!

Dai Huabin took a deep breath, but he did not refuse.

As one of the masters of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, he naturally knew exactly how vast his home was.

To say something rather arrogant, even the imperial palaces of certain empires might not compare to the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

"I will certainly not let down Teacher's expectations..." Dai Huabin said this through gritted teeth.

Watching Dai Huabin walk out the door, Yu Xiaogang's stomach suddenly let out a "gurgle."

"It's troublesome without a godhood; how many years has it been since I've had to endure hunger?"

With that, Yu Xiaogang headed toward the place where he had feasted last night, intending to have another good meal to reward himself.

Half an hour later, Dai Huabin was bracing his body against a wall.

He had just finally finished one lap; it had been truly difficult.

Dai Huabin felt as if his lungs were about to explode; he was drenched in sweat, and his legs had already begun to tremble.

"Nine more laps... I must persevere..."

Because Dai Hao was often away from home, the Duchess had managed him year-round.

The Duchess was submissive inside the home but struck with an iron fist toward the outside.

Thanks to this doting mother, Dai Huabin had never suffered a bit of hardship since birth.

In the past, he had everything handed to him, and he traveled in the most luxurious carriages; when had he ever been as miserable as he was today?

With a "gurgle," because he hadn't eaten, Dai Huabin's stomach churned with acid, but he continued to grit his teeth and hold on.

"I must complete the training set by my teacher!"

In the distance, Yu Xiaogang took a bite of the braised chicken leg in his hand, observing everything before him with great relish.

Watching his beloved disciple train was truly the perfect accompaniment to a meal!

As expected, Dai Huabin was worthy of being a Child of Destiny on the Douluo Continent.

Although his personality still lacked refinement, that was hardly a problem; after all, he was only a six-year-old child.

Yet, despite this, his unyielding persistence was exactly the same as his own had been back in the day.

Just like that.

The entire morning passed by.

When Dai Huabin woke up again, he realized he had already returned to his room, his body submerged in a large wooden barrel.

The barrel was filled with a foul-smelling, yellowish-green liquid, though he did not know what medicinal herbs had been added to it.

"Huabin, you're awake?" Yu Xiaogang walked toward him, wearing a purple gas mask.

Dai Huabin tried to recall what had happened.

Had he fainted from running? And then he woke up here?

"Teacher, how many laps did I run?"

No expression could be seen on Yu Xiaogang's face. "You only ran five laps. You will continue running this afternoon. If you cannot finish, you will not stop tonight either!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Huabin suddenly felt a pang of regret. He regretted trying to be so brave.

Yu Xiaogang continued, "But for now, it is time for you to awaken your Martial Soul."

Dai Huabin was just about to stand up when he felt that stench grow even stronger.

"Ugh..."

"Teacher, what herbs were used to brew this? Why does it smell so bad? You didn't accidentally add something improper, did you?"

Yu Xiaogang did not answer directly, instead letting out a strange laugh. "That is not important. The point is that it is beneficial to you."

These medicinal herbs were a secret that could not be spoken of; there was no need for Huabin to know.

"Are you ready, Huabin?"

The Duchess looked nervously at Dai Huabin, who was standing in the center of the awakening array.

What followed was the most important moment of her son's life.

Whether he was a genius or a waste would be determined by this Martial Soul awakening.

"Begin!" Yu Xiaogang felt no nervousness at all.

Since he was a Child of Destiny, Dai Huabin's talent would certainly not be poor; at the very least, his Innate Soul Power should be level nine.

"Yes... Your Excellency San Pao." The person in charge of the awakening immediately began the process for Dai Huabin.

Given Dai Huabin's status, there was no need for him to awaken alongside others, and for some great families, there were some things that were better kept secret.

"Congratulations, young master. Your Martial Soul is the Evil Eye White Tiger."

Without the slightest surprise, Dai Huabin's Martial Soul was the top-tier beast Martial Soul, the Evil Eye White Tiger.

"Next is the Innate Soul Power. Please, young master, place your hand on this crystal ball..."