Why Seek Abuse (Part 1)

Spirit Hall Academy.

Soul Fighting Arena.

Zhang Nanfeng glanced at the students of Junior Class Ten and quickly noticed that one person was missing.

His gaze swept toward the entrance of the Soul Fighting Arena, but he never saw the figure of the last student.

Just as he was about to ask, a petite figure arrived before him.

"Teacher Zhang, Duan Fan is asking for leave."

It was Wen Xiyue who spoke. Her expression was calm, as if she were merely stating a fact.

Zhang Nanfeng frowned slightly. "Didn't he already return? I saw him just now during the theory class."

Wen Xiyue replied, "He did return, but he is asking for leave from this practical combat class."

"Asking for leave for what?"

Zhang Nanfeng asked, his frown deepening.

Wen Xiyue said, "He asked for leave to cultivate."

Duan Fan had indeed gone to cultivate, but he hadn't asked Wen Xiyue to request leave for him; he had left immediately after the theory class ended.

Wen Xiyue didn't even know why she had helped Duan Fan ask for leave; perhaps it was a subconscious desire to prevent others from disturbing his cultivation.

If Zhang Nanfeng couldn't see him, he would certainly go looking for Duan Fan.

"Alright, I understand."

Zhang Nanfeng seemed to remember something suddenly; his furrowed brow slowly smoothed out, and he said nothing more about the matter of Duan Fan.

"Prepare for class!"

Zhang Nanfeng spoke with a serious face.

All the students of Junior Class Ten immediately perked up, entering the state of being in class.

Mimicry Cultivation Area.

Inside the wooden hut.

Duan Fan had already entered a state of cultivation.

The process of circulating the body-refining Diamond Skill remained painful.

But Duan Fan was able to endure it.

This was Duan Fan's first time cultivating since obtaining his Second Soul Ring.

As soon as he began, Duan Fan immediately felt that the circulation speed of the Diamond Skill had become much faster.

Compared to before he obtained his Second Soul Ring, his speed in practicing the Diamond Skill was now more than twice as fast.

In Duan Fan's view, this was likely related to his increase in strength and his rising soul power level.

Duan Fan had discovered the virtuous cycle of the Diamond Skill long ago: the higher his soul power level, the faster he could practice the Diamond Skill, and the faster he practiced the Diamond Skill, the faster his soul power would increase.

At this rate, I feel like it won't take more than a few months for my soul power to reach level thirty. By then, I might not even be seven years old yet.

A six-year-old Soul Exalt—that's alright, I suppose.

Duan Fan cultivated until evening.

His cultivation state today was quite good; although the increase in soul power wasn't massive, he had gradually stabilized the soul power gains brought by the thousand-year Black Flame Demon Fox soul ring.

Having absorbed a 1,500-year soul ring for his Second Soul Ring, Duan Fan's soul power level had soared by several ranks.

Spending a day or two stabilizing it would ensure that his future soul power growth remained steady.

Compared to the past, Duan Fan finished his cultivation an hour earlier today.

After walking out of the Mimicry Cultivation Area, he headed straight for the Spirit Hall Academy library.

There, he successfully met his uncle, Fang Qingshan.

Cafeteria.

Fang Qingshan and his nephew Duan Fan found a seat by the window and chatted about the events of the past few days while they ate.

Duan Fan told Fang Qingshan about the process of obtaining his Second Soul Ring and also revealed that he possessed Twin Martial Souls.

Fang Qingshan listened very attentively, the look of shock on his face never fading once it appeared.

Especially when he heard that Duan Fan's Second Soul Ring was a 1,500-year Black Flame Demon Fox, he wore an expression of utter disbelief.

Finally, upon hearing that Duan Fan possessed Twin Martial Souls, the hand holding his chopsticks even trembled.

"You silly boy, such an important matter as having Twin Martial Souls, and you only tell me now? Do you not trust your Uncle Fang?" Fang Qingshan looked at Duan Fan with a hint of reproach.

Duan Fan grinned foolishly. "Not at all, Uncle. It's the same now that you know."

"I didn't expect the impact of Twin Martial Souls to be this big."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have said anything."

Fang Qingshan laughed helplessly. "Did you intend to hide your Twin Martial Souls for your entire life?"

"I know you don't want too much attention; the pressure would be immense."

"If you aren't willing to say it, Uncle understands."

"But since you've already brought it up, face it properly."

"Uncle believes in you; things will only get better from here."

"Mm."

Duan Fan nodded vigorously, then said, "Uncle, after we finish dinner, let's go to the Soul Skill Practice Area in the Soul Fighting Arena. I'll show you my Martial Soul and Second Soul Skill."

Fang Qingshan shook his head with a smile, "Let's forget it. You've worked hard these past few days. Just go back to your dorm and get some rest after dinner; there will be plenty of opportunities to see it later."

Duan Fan felt a wave of emotion upon hearing this.

It seemed that only Uncle Fang truly cared about him, rather than the Thousand-Year Soul Ring or the Second Martial Soul.

Duan Fan proposed again, "Let's go, Uncle. It won't take long anyway."

Fang Qingshan was somewhat tempted this time, "Can't you just get some rest, child? Do you really have to show off in front of your uncle?"

Duan Fan laughed, "It's true. If I don't show you my Second Soul Ring and Second Martial Soul, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Fang Qingshan finally agreed, "Fine, I really don't know what to do with you."

Duan Fan knew that Fang Qingshan actually wanted to see it very much. Given his fanaticism for Martial Soul research, if he didn't truly care about him, he would have dragged him to the Soul Skill Practice Area immediately.

Afterward, Fang Qingshan's eating speed noticeably increased. He finished first and waited quietly for Duan Fan.

Once Duan Fan finished his meal, the uncle and nephew went together to the Soul Skill Practice Area inside the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Uncle, which one do you want to see first? The Thousand-Year Soul Ring or the Second Martial Soul?"

In the spacious room, Duan Fan looked at Fang Qingshan and asked with a smile.

Fang Qingshan waved his hand helplessly, "Whatever. You really are something, child. I told you to go back and rest, but you insisted on dragging me here."

Duan Fan laughed, "Then I'll show you the Second Martial Soul first."

Fang Qingshan agreed immediately, "Good."

His eyes were already fixed directly on Duan Fan's left hand, seemingly lighting up.

Duan Fan smiled, extended his left hand toward Fang Qingshan, and slowly opened it.

Black energy surged, instantly condensing into a long axe.

The axe handle covered in patterns, the wide axe blade resembling spread wings, and the deep blue gem embedded in the center of the blade—all of it made Fang Qingshan's eyes shine.

"Your Second Martial Soul is indeed an axe. Your father's Martial Soul was an axe, a Black Axe."

As Fang Qingshan watched, his eyes turned red, and he said with deep emotion, "Your axe looks even stronger than your father's Black Axe. That's right, you have Full Innate Soul Power; how could your Martial Soul be ordinary?"

"It's truly wonderful. You possess Twin Martial Souls, inheriting your mother's paintbrush and your father's Black Axe, and you have Full Innate Soul Power. You're also so hardworking. If your parents were still here, they would definitely be proud of you!"