Basic Breathing

Ling Yi patiently tested them one by one. Only after he had questioned all thirty-seven children did he nod in satisfaction.

Very good. None of the younger brothers and sisters from the clan who had been sent here were dull-witted. He couldn't say every one of them was clever and quick, but they all possessed normal logical reasoning and relatively good memories.

After all, the oldest of them was no more than twelve. Their brains were at their most active, making this an excellent time to learn just about anything.

At their age, even if they had no Innate Soul Power and could not walk the path of a Soul Master, they could still accomplish something for Ling Yi's territory in the future, as long as they were properly trained.

Of course, ability was only one aspect. Shaping their worldview, outlook on life, and values was important too.

Ling Yi didn't want to raise a batch of young brutes who knew nothing but fighting and bullying.

Whenever he recalled how, in the original Douluo I, sixteen-year-old Oscar had said "I love you" to fourteen-year-old Ning Rongrong after the Martial Soul Tournament, Ling Yi felt as though a blood vessel in his brain had clogged.

Especially since, two years before that, the fourteen-year-old Oscar had begun to take a liking to Ning Rongrong, who was not yet twelve, the very first time they met...

What a lunatic!

After grumbling inwardly, Ling Yi clapped his hands again and addressed everyone, including the four substitute teachers, Zhang Lei and Zhang Mufeng among them. "Very good. You've all studied the theory I taught you diligently. Next, let me see how you perform in actual cultivation-"

Soon, under Ling Yi's watch, all forty-one figures of varying sizes sat down cross-legged together.

His gaze swept over