Gulp...
Someone swallowed audibly.
"Th-this... Xiao Yulü, is it true? Did you really break through to your current level after taking a bottle of pills?"
Someone asked curiously. Xiao Yulü glanced at Xiao Yan, then nodded.
"That's right, but it wasn't a bottle..."
At that, someone breathed a sigh of relief, but Xiao Yulü continued:
"It was one pill."
"!!!"
The entire crowd was stunned.
Xiao Yan's gaze swept across everyone below the stage.
Some cried out in shock, some couldn't believe it, and some wore greedy expressions.
And there was one person who turned her gaze toward him.
It was Ning Tian, from the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.
"To produce pills of this quality, who's backing him...?"
Ning Tian's family belonged to the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, so she naturally knew that alchemy-type Soul Masters existed. There were even some within the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect itself.
Just as Xu Sanshi could produce a Mystic Water Pill, the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect also had its own unique pill recipes, though their products rarely made it onto the market.
Yet the so-called Purple Sun Pill Xiao Yan had produced was no less effective than the pills within the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect. It might even be better!
Ning Tian pondered for a moment. Xiao Yan's background definitely wasn't that of some Xiao Family Village if he could produce pills of this quality. There had to be another powerful force behind him...
Who could it be?
A moment later, the chubby boy, Xiong Hui, stood up.
"X-Xiao Yan, I challenge you!"
In the end, someone couldn't resist the temptation and wanted to challenge Xiao Yan, taking that bottle of priceless Purple Sun Pills for himself.
"Sure. Let's go to the training field."
Xiao Yan nodded, then seemed to remember something and turned to look at Mu Jin.
"Teacher Mu, Xiong and I would like to ask for permission to leave class. We'll be back soon."
Mu Jin wore an awkward smile. This was clearly her class, yet all the attention had been stolen by the boy in front of her. She really didn't know what to say.
"Ahem. Since you're going to fight, why not let everyone watch? Let's all head to the training field."
"Oh! Great!"
Children were naturally free-spirited. If they had to sit in class and follow a lesson by the book, they'd find it boring. But going to the training field to watch the excitement? That was a lot more fun.
When they arrived at the training field, Xiao Yan saw that Shrek Academy's grounds were enormous. He estimated that the track alone was about five hundred meters long. A sparse circle of people was running on it at that moment, clearly being put through the wringer by that old hag Zhou Yi.
Xiao Yan couldn't be bothered to concern himself with her teaching methods. After all, he wasn't the one getting chewed out.
He walked onto the dueling ground, and Xiong Hui took his place at the other end. The rest of the students and Teacher Mu Jin sat in the stands.
"Xiao Yan, level 15 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master. Please instruct me."
With one hand behind his back, Xiao Yan delivered the line with ridiculous swagger. He'd always wanted to try saying something like that ever since he'd read novels in his past life. Now he finally had the chance to say it openly and proudly. He had to admit, it really got his blood pumping.
"Xiong Hui, level 18 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master. Please instruct me!"
The chubby boy struck a starting pose as well. At the signal from Xiao Yulü, who was acting as the referee, he gave it his all. His Martial Soul possessed him, and a Yellow Soul Ring shone around him.
"Martial Soul Possession—Thick Earth Bear!"
"First Soul Skill! Bear's Strength!"
Level 18, with a Hundred-Year Soul Ring!
There was no doubt that with his talent, he'd shine wherever he went.
But unfortunately, this was Shrek—the glittering, golden Shrek.
Xiao Yan didn't use Martial Soul Possession. He simply ignited flames in one hand, then slammed his fist into the ground.
Boom, boom, boom!
The muscles all over Xiong Hui's body bulged as he charged forward fiercely, ready to punch Xiao Yan into a ZIP file. But the heat spreading across the ground moved even faster.
"Blazing Fist—Earthly Fiend!"
Xiao Yan spoke the name of the move calmly. The ground cracked inch by inch, and flames burst from the fissures, engulfing Xiong Hui as he charged forward and burning him from head to toe!
"Is this... a Self-Created Soul Skill?"
Mu Jin's mouth fell open. She hadn't expected such talent among this batch of new students. One of them even had a Self-Created Soul Skill...
Just then, Zhou Yi, who was supervising Class One's laps on the training field, noticed the commotion. She strolled over.
"Teacher Mu, you've brought your class down too? Want to try my teaching methods?"
Zhou Yi's face was as long as a horse's. Mu Jin looked at her and shook her head.
"No. I just brought my students down for a sparring match. Everyone's really enthusiastic about it."
At that, Zhou Yi looked toward the dueling ground. Xiao Yan and Xiong Hui were trading blows, while the other children in the stands watched with flushed faces, eager to join in.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but scoff. She spoke earnestly:
"Mu Jin, we're both teachers, so I feel I should remind you of a few things."
"It's not good to let the students do whatever they want. They'll never develop a sense of collective pride that way..."
But Mu Jin shook her head.
"They're only in the first-year class. In the future, they'll all be assigned to other classes anyway. I just want to do what I can to make them a little happier. That's all."
"Hah, such womanly kindness."
Zhou Yi shook her head, sneering at Mu Jin's teaching methods. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a sense of Pressure.
A shudder that came from her Martial Soul.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Yi looked up and saw that Xiao Yan had already fought ten rounds against Xiong Hui. Fighting without his Martial Soul and relying only on the Flame Mantra had proved too difficult.
"Looks like I won't beat you without using my Martial Soul!"
Xiao Yan's expression changed. Then he shouted:
"Heaven and Earth are Unkind!"
"Hmm?"
Xiong Hui froze. Why had this guy suddenly struck a pose halfway through a fight?
And besides, they were fighting—why was he suddenly spouting ancient poetry?
"They regard all things as straw dogs!"
Xiao Yan recited the next line without changing his expression. His aura surged like a gale, and in the next instant, golden Dragon Scales grew over his body, a Dragon Tail emerged, and flames roared around him.
Martial Soul Possession—Little Fire Dragon!
To hide his purple Soul Ring, Xiao Yan had gone to considerable lengths. That was why he had to recite a line to conceal his little trick.
After his Martial Soul possessed him, all of Xiao Yan's physical abilities multiplied several times over. His control over flames was no longer at the crude level it had been moments ago, and he could also use Little Fire Dragon's skills.
He glanced at his skill bar, the corner of his mouth lifting as purple flames gradually gathered in his mouth.
"Take this—Dragon's Breath!"
Purple Dragon Flame blasted from the boy's mouth. The might of a giant dragon filled his every movement. Xiong Hui's eyes widened as he struggled to defend himself. Meanwhile, Zhou Yi, who had just been mocking Mu Jin's teaching ability, was suddenly struck by the Dragon Might radiating from the dueling ground, and then...
Her legs gave way, and she suddenly fell to her knees.
Mu Jin's eyes widened. She hurriedly helped Zhou Yi up and asked anxiously:
"Hey, hey, hey! Teacher Zhou Yi, even if our teaching methods are wrong, you really don't have to kneel and beg us like this!"
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