Yu Tianxin struggled to raise his head and look at Mo Jia.
"Such powerful Soul Power! Judging by the quality of that Soul Power, only a Soul Douluo could possess at least this much. Damn it, do I have to summon my martial soul to resist after only ten seconds?!"
Just as Yu Tianxin was about to collapse, Mo Jia withdrew his Soul Power.
Yu Tianxin braced himself against his knees and greedily gulped down fresh air. During those ten-odd seconds, he had nearly suffocated, as though he could already see the Grim Reaper beckoning to him.
"That will do for today. The training plan officially begins tomorrow." Mo Jia looked at Yu Tianxin. "Tianxin, don't forget what I told you."
Hearing Mo Lin's reminder, Yu Tianxin immediately looked over at the others—apart from himself, every Thunderclap Academy student had summoned their martial soul, and not a single one of them could remain standing like Yu Tianxin.
That night, Yu Tianxin lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He kept thinking about Mo Lin's words.
Yu Tianxin had lived for nearly twenty years. In his worldview, a soul master's talent had always been the sole measure that determined everything.
If one wanted fame, status, wealth, and other things they desired, the best and most proper way was to possess and fulfill one's talent. That was why he believed the only reason his clan did not value him enough was because the talent he displayed fell short of Yu Tianheng's.
So he trained madly and worked tirelessly, yet the clan's resources had never been tilted in his favor. Yu Tianheng was always the one most valued by the clan elders. In the end, Yu Tianheng had been sent to Heaven Dou Royal Academy, while he had been