Two Years

The sun and moon revolved, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, more than two years had passed.

The summer heat was intense, the vegetation lush and green, and the Blue Tyrant Academy, nestled deep within the forest, was likewise overflowing with vibrant vitality.

On the grass by the edge of a pond, a young boy lay flat on his back. He had a slender build, and beneath his slightly messy black hair, a handsome and refined face was revealed.

He was Mo Li, who had just finished his morning cultivation. At this moment, he had a stalk of Blue Silver Grass dangling from his mouth, and he had covered his face with the book he had been holding, lying leisurely on the grass to enjoy this rare moment of relaxation.

Just as Mo Li was drifting off to sleep, wrapped in this cozy comfort, the book on his face was quietly moved aside, and his head was gradually cast into shadow.

Although his eyes were half-closed, Mo Li still sensed that someone was standing in front of him.

He opened his eyes in a daze, first sweeping across the white clouds in the sky, then letting his gaze drift upward, passing over a pair of ample mountain peaks, and finally settling on a cold, exquisite face.

"Who is it, so pretty?"

Mo Li muttered vaguely.

Hearing Mo Li's mumble, Liu Erlong, who was squatting to the side, looked annoyed. She stood up and kicked him in the side of his waist.

"Hiss!"

This kick instantly woke the still-dazed Mo Li. He sat up, and only after clearly seeing Liu Erlong's face did he let out a sigh of relief and greet her with a smile: "Oh, it's Sister Erlong, you're back."

In two years, Liu Erlong's appearance hadn't changed at all. Her willow-leaf brows were slightly furrowed, giving her a somewhat resentful look, and her fair, delicate face remained as cold and exquisite as ever. However, due to managing the academy for so long, she naturally carried an air of authority that commanded respect without anger.

Liu Erlong held the book Mo Li had been using as a cover in her right hand. Her brows were tightly locked, her expression slightly irritated, and she scolded him in a crisp voice: "Fine, is this how you use the meditation technique I gave you?"

Hearing the faint chill in Liu Erlong's words, Mo Li coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment and explained: "Cough, cough, Sister Erlong, I've finished all the tasks you gave me these past few days."

Over these two years, Mo Li's cultivation had been personally guided by Liu Erlong. In terms of soul power cultivation, Liu Erlong, as a Soul Saint, naturally had far more experience than Mo Li.

While the meditation technique in Liu Erlong's hand was decent, it was far inferior to the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Art in his sea of consciousness, so he only flipped through it occasionally to put her mind at ease.

In addition to soul power cultivation, Liu Erlong had also specifically trained him in combat techniques.

Liu Erlong handled this personally. She had said that combat instinct could never be taught; it could only be honed through real combat.

Given that Mo Li was still young, he couldn't engage in life-or-death battles, but having a sparring partner was perhaps less effective, yet still necessary.

And his sparring partner for these two years had been Liu Erlong herself.

Although Mo Li could use his soul power freely, Liu Erlong had barely used hers. For the first few months, Mo Li had been completely suppressed.

Almost every time they sparred, he would be covered in bruises before long. This was even with Liu Erlong controlling her strength during training; she hadn't gone easy on him at all.

Sorry I couldn't give Sister Erlong a good workout.

However, after two years of tempering, Mo Li had made great progress. Yes, his ability to withstand a beating had improved tremendously!

Of course, it didn't stop there; Mo Li's combat techniques and tactical awareness had clearly become quite sharp after the special training.

These two years of tear-inducing training had also successfully made Mo Li realize one thing.

That was that Sister Erlong was truly too violent; she was a living, breathing humanoid tyrannosaurus!

Not only was her combat experience extremely rich, but her fighting style was also incredibly fierce. The "brute force" style shown in the original story was only because her enemies couldn't even withstand that level of attack and never made it to her second phase.

Only Mo Li knew how he had survived these past two years.

Liu Erlong stared at the relaxed Mo Li and asked: "You really finished everything?"

"Really!"

Liu Erlong looked suspiciously at Mo Li, who had laid back down.

For some reason, this little guy always grasped soul power cultivation very quickly. Many things only needed a hint from her, and Mo Li would understand immediately.

Sometimes, even she felt that her training might be too harsh for Mo Li, as he was only eight years old. Yet, although this child always complained, he never chose to give up.

He had suffered a lot under her hand these two years, but he had gritted his teeth and persisted until now. She didn't know where he got such great perseverance.

Thinking of this, Liu Erlong sighed inwardly, her expression softening as she nodded.

Seeing Liu Erlong nod, Mo Li smiled, his gaze falling on the package in her hand. His eyes lit up, and he sprang up from the grass.

This sudden movement startled Liu Erlong, causing her to step back involuntarily.

"So jumpy, when will you ever be steady?" Liu Erlong's delicate brows furrowed, her tone filled with mock reproach.

Mo Li smiled and stepped forward, grabbing Liu Erlong's arm and pulling her toward the house, reaching for the package in her hand as they walked.

"Sister Erlong, what good food did you bring me this time?"

"Food, food, is the food in the cafeteria not good enough?" Liu Erlong raised the package with annoyance. "These are the materials for your medicinal bath tonight."

Medicinal baths were considered a rare cultivation resource on the Douluo Continent, but Liu Erlong was not stingy in this regard.

Mo Li had indeed lived up to her expectations. In just over two years, his soul power had reached level 20. This speed made her feel quite surprised.

Even by her estimates, it should have taken until Mo Li was at least nine years old to reach level 20. Since he was only eight, she simply assumed she had underestimated his talent.

In Liu Erlong's view, Mo Li was not a cultivation machine, and at eight years old, he was in a stage of mental development where being playful or lazy was perfectly normal.

For Mo Li, compared to cultivation, he enjoyed living in this world more. Of course, although the training over the past two years had been hard, it had helped him find the meaning in persisting.

In private, he hadn't been idle; he had been consistently polishing his extraordinary meridians. Two of them had been completely opened, which was why his soul power had rapidly reached level 20, and his body had become even more resilient.

Despite this, Mo Li was in no rush to obtain his second spirit ring.

As for the reason, it was naturally because he had yet to consume the whale glue.

Whale glue improved one's physique and increased the absorption limit of spirit rings; such miraculous effects would not be discovered until ten thousand years later, and Mo Li would naturally not let this opportunity slip by.

A piece of thousand-year-old whale glue could increase a spirit ring's age limit by nearly one or two hundred years, while ten-thousand-year-old whale glue provided an increase of at least eight hundred years.

However, in this era, it was regarded by the nobility as a health supplement for bedroom stimulation, and it was primarily held in the hands of the aristocrats; even if ordinary merchants possessed it, the quality would likely fail to catch his eye.

After obtaining his first spirit ring, his already impressive physical constitution had been further strengthened significantly.

According to Mo Li's estimation, the spirit ring age limit he could now withstand was likely infinitely close to two thousand years.

"It seems I must hurry and find some whale glue."

Mo Li was always very interested in anything that could enhance his strength.

Upon entering the room, Mo Li pulled over a chair and sat at the side of Liu Erlong's desk. The desktop held only a few books and documents, and since the desk was placed against the window, the lighting was excellent. Liu Erlong was seated directly in front of the desk, facing the window.

This was not Mo Li's first time in Liu Erlong's room.

The layouts of their rooms were very similar, overall simple and plain; aside from the necessary daily items, not a single luxurious ornament could be seen.

Sitting at the desk, Liu Erlong first told Mo Li all the materials needed for the medicinal bath, how to use them, and how to combine them with other medicinal herbs.

After finishing her explanation, Liu Erlong piled all the medicinal herbs in front of Mo Li, while she stretched lazily, then rested her cheek on one hand and stared out the window, lost in thought.

Her usually cold face revealed a hint of weariness at this moment, making her look quite languid.

The sunlight shone upon her cheeks, which were as smooth as white porcelain, making them glow. Her long black hair was still draped loosely behind her, and beneath her slender waist, a pair of snow-white, straight calves inadvertently revealed from the hem of her skirt appeared warm and beautiful.

Compared to her usual stern and aloof image, Liu Erlong was relaxed and natural at this moment, exuding a touch of gentleness and intellect.