"Miss Dong'er, it is time for today's training." The butler, having received his instructions long ago, appeared right on schedule.
"Coming!"
Dong'er followed the butler to a training ground where all sorts of equipment had already been prepared.
Gravity fields, attraction fields, obstacle courses...
Ye Tian's eyes lit up at the sight of every single one.
These were all high-end goods worth tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coin.
"Miss Dong'er, your first task: without using any soul power, run at least ten laps around the training ground."
Dong'er glanced at the track, which was at least 500 meters per lap. She didn't say a word, just sprinted off.
"Dong'er, don't run too fast. Slow your pace and follow my rhythm. Inhale—exhale—"
Ye Tian's timely reminder caused Dong'er to slow her steps, and a hint of surprise flickered in the butler's eyes.
He had intended to wait until Miss Dong'er couldn't run anymore to teach her how to properly pace herself; he hadn't expected her to figure it out on her own so quickly.
Dong'er ran lap after lap. By the end, the concept of counting had vanished from her mind, leaving only one thought.
Keep running forward, don't stop!
The butler kept a close watch on Dong'er's condition. The moment her stamina hit its limit and her consciousness began to fade, he flashed to her side, caught her, and called for two maids.
"Take the young miss for a medicinal bath. The moment she wakes up, tell the kitchen to bring the medicinal meal."
"Yes."
The two maids carefully placed Dong'er into a wooden tub filled with a faint, herbal fragrance.
Ye Tian took over Dong'er's body. As he slightly expanded his perception, he could feel the medicinal water nourishing her body bit by bit. While it eased her fatigue, the circulation of soul power within her body also accelerated.
After an hour in the medicinal bath, Dong'er was pleasantly surprised to find that the soreness from the laps had mostly vanished. Once she had eaten the medicinal meal and rested for a while, the butler's figure appeared once more.
"Miss Dong'er, it is time for the afternoon cultivation session."
"Today, we are training soul skills."
The joy on Dong'er's face vanished instantly. She let out a groan and followed the butler with heavy steps.
She had thought a soul master should be like her master—soaring through the sky, pointing a finger to make ferocious soul beasts bow in submission. She never imagined it would be this much of a hassle.
Fortunately, she had Brother Ye Tian. Whenever Dong'er felt she couldn't go on, she would act spoiled toward him, and Brother Ye Tian would patiently coax her every time.
Seven days later, Yue Guan returned on schedule. Following him into the manor was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and an icy aura.
Yue Guan's first priority upon returning was to check on his precious disciple.
"Dong'er!"
"Master, you're finally back!"
Yue Guan nodded with a smile, placing a hand on Dong'er's shoulder to sense her current soul power. The smile on his face grew even brighter.
Dong'er's soul power had increased by a third, which meant his precious disciple had been training strictly according to his instructions all these days.
What is better than having a genius disciple?
Naturally, a genius disciple who is also hardworking!
"Dong'er, come here, let me introduce someone to you."
Yue Guan stepped aside, revealing the gloomy middle-aged man beside him.
"This is your master's close friend, Gui Mei. You can just call him Uncle Gui."
Gui Mei forced a somewhat frightening smile onto his face.
"Hello, Uncle Gui!" Dong'er greeted him naturally, as if she hadn't noticed his terrifying expression at all.
"Dong'er, not bad."
"Hahaha, I told you my disciple was the best!"
Yue Guan wore a proud expression. Having received Gui Mei's affirmation, he beckoned to Dong'er.
"Disciple, let's go. Your Uncle Gui and I are taking you to the academy!"
The three of them soon arrived at a gate ten meters high and wide. Pushing it open, they saw dozens of children around Dong'er's age training their physiques on the field.
Yue Guan stepped forward to greet an instructor, and the man's gaze toward Dong'er immediately became much kinder.
"Dong'er, come with me. I'll take you to the classroom. If you need anything at the academy, just come find me."
Dong'er followed the instructor to a formation and pointed at a group of children inside.
"These children awakened their spirits not long ago, just like you. You will train with them."
Dong'er felt the scrutiny in the children's eyes. Ignoring their gazes, she walked up to a tall boy and stood still.
The boy's position was the area with the best training efficiency in this section, a spot that could only accommodate one person.
"Are you the strongest in the class?"
"Hmm." Wang Li gave a haughty grunt, ignoring the scrawny girl who barely reached his shoulder.
"Then give your spot to me!"
"You? Based on what?"
"If you're not convinced, we can fight."
"I don't have that much time to waste."
Wang Li snorted coldly, his eyes sweeping over Dong'er's coarse cloth clothes with disdain. She was clearly from some village; did she think having high Innate Soul Power made her a genius?
Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, a heavy pressure bearing down on him.
He looked down, tracing the slender arm to see Dong'er, meeting a pair of earnest eyes.
"Fight me. If you lose, give the spot to me."
Wang Li tilted his head toward the instructor nearby.
The instructor spoke up at the right moment: "Everyone can take a short break."
"Very well. I'll make sure you know that some people are born to stand at the peak!" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Wang Li's eyes.
The crowd stepped back, clearing an area for them.
Wang Li's sharp gaze locked onto Dong'er, and the next second, a yellow soul ring flickered behind him.
"Level 13 Power Attack System Soul Master, please advise!"
Dong'er looked at the instructor, and upon receiving the signal that the battle had begun, her soul ring flashed and vanished. Her figure shot forward like an arrow, appearing before Wang Li in the blink of an eye.
A slender fist, carrying a gust of wind that made Wang Li tremble, struck toward his face.
Wang Li let out a loud shout, "First Soul Skill, Vajra Strength!"
His body expanded slightly, his eyes filled with a touch of confidence.
With his first soul skill activated, his strength was now double what it had been before. He raised his right hand, palm open, preparing to catch Dong'er with one hand and teach her a profound lesson.
Dong'er's body swayed in front of Wang Li; the fist she had thrust forward flickered past his face, and a knee strike slammed directly into his stomach.
With a bang, Wang Li felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his gut, and his consciousness went blank for a moment. Dong'er did not stop; she grabbed one of his arms with both hands and performed a counter-throw, flipping Wang Li 180 degrees and slamming him hard into the ground.
He only had time to let out a single scream before he fell completely unconscious.
"Don't worry, he's just knocked out. So, in this class, I am the boss. Who agrees, and who opposes?"
Dong'er acted as if nothing had happened, dusting off her hands as she looked at the surrounding students.
The children her gaze swept over lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look this seemingly frail girl in the eye. No one dared to object.
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