Boundless Love for All, Except Tang, Dai, Ma, and Yu!

[Anti-Yu Xiaogang Grandmaster Aura]

[Effect One: Teaching Suppression. When the host and Yu Xiaogang work at the same academy, all of Yu Xiaogang's teaching results are reduced to zero, and his students will remain permanently stagnant.]

[Effect Two: Blacklist. The host may blacklist specific targets. Those blacklisted will be unable to gain any improvement under your instruction. Permanently effective.]

[Effect Three: Grandmaster Bearing. Comes with a grandmaster's aura, making students willingly obey.]

Ye Hua looked at the aura's description, and the corners of his lips slowly rose.

Heh~~ The system really was thoughtful!

Wasn't this perfect?

Didn't Yu Xiaogang call himself Grandmaster?

Didn't he live off the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls?

Then let him have a taste of true despair!

"System Bro."

"Blacklist Tang San!"

"Blacklist Dai Mubai!"

"Blacklist Ma Hongjun!"

"Uh, blacklist Yu Xiaogang too while you're at it!"

"Don't ask me whether I'll lift it later. Make it permanent!"

"Even if I lose my mind one day, don't let them out!"

[Command confirmed. Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Yu Xiaogang have been added to the blacklist.]

[Need Bro to cover for you? I can give them the illusion that they're improving.]

"Of course!" Ye Hua nodded in satisfaction. "I have boundless love for all, except Tang, Dai, Ma, and Yu!"

After telling Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong to take care of Zhu Zhuqing, he returned to the dormitory and collapsed onto his bed.

It was nearly dawn already. He needed to catch a little sleep.

The next day, Shrek Academy's plaza.

Morning light passed through the gaps in the fence, casting patches of light and shadow across the packed earth.

Flander stood on a hastily built wooden platform, light glinting off his black-rimmed glasses.

Yet every student's gaze fell, as if by prior agreement, upon that young figure.

Ye Hua wore neat training clothes. His stance was casual, yet relaxed on the outside and taut within, giving him a distinctive air.

"Everyone here?" Flander pushed up his glasses and got straight to the point.

"Starting today, Ye Hua will be fully responsible for your training."

The moment he finished speaking, the plaza erupted.

"What?!" Dai Mubai abruptly raised his head. "Dean, you're letting someone only a few years older than us..."

"Shut up!" Flander swept his gaze over him. The pressure of a Soul Saint flashed by in an instant. "Teacher Ye's strength has been personally verified by Teacher Zhao. Do you have an objection?"

Dai Mubai's face turned purple, and he could not force out a single word.

What objection could he possibly have? He was not the one who had gotten beaten up!

Zhao Wuji stood behind them, his face twitching violently.

Dean, did you hear what you just said?

You were using the fact that I got beaten up to establish authority? Don't I have any dignity?

Ma Hongjun stared fixedly at Ye Hua, his eyes full of resentment. This bastard had nearly beaten him to death last night, and now he was going to be his teacher?

Before he could kick up a fuss, though, Zhao Wuji's palm landed on his back. "Behave yourself!"

Ma Hongjun bared his teeth in pain. His swollen face still throbbed faintly, so he could only swallow his resentment.

Seeing Flander step back and yield the position to him, Ye Hua nodded in acknowledgment and stepped forward. "My training is harsh. Anyone who can't take it may leave. Anyone who refuses to accept it may leave too."

"I only guarantee that the training will be effective. I guarantee nothing else."

Ye Hua glanced at Flander. He had expected the dean to object upon hearing that, but this owl was unexpectedly calm. He even nodded approvingly, leaving Ye Hua somewhat baffled.

Still, as long as it did not interfere with his great mission of salvation, he could not be bothered to care what others were thinking.

"Today's training," Ye Hua said, pointing toward several huge rocks in the corner of the plaza, "consists of nothing but weighted running."

"Each of you will pick a rock, carry it, set out from the academy gate, circle the village ten times, and return here."

"Anyone who fails to finish before noon gets no lunch. I'll carry five times your load and run with you, so certain people won't secretly say that even I can't meet the standards I set!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and instantly sucked in cold breaths.

Those rocks were leftover materials from when the academy had built its wall. The smallest was the size of a cartwheel, while the largest was as big as a carriage!

And they were expected to carry boulders weighing at least a hundred jin and run ten laps around the village?

"Are you insane?!" Ma Hongjun was the first to leap up, pointing at the bandages on his face. "Look at me! You beat me into this state last night, and now you want me to carry a rock for ten laps today? This is personal revenge!"

"Personal revenge?" Ye Hua said blandly. "Zhu Qing, have your injuries healed?"

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been called out, stepped forward and answered honestly, "Not yet. It will take at least another three days."

Ye Hua turned toward Ma Hongjun. "Her injuries haven't healed either. Did she complain?"

Ma Hongjun was about to argue further when someone tugged the back of his sleeve.

Tang San lowered his voice. "Fatty, stop arguing."

"Third Brother, you're taking his side too?" Ma Hongjun asked in disbelief.

Tang San shook his head. "No! I hate him too! But his method might really work!"

In truth, the instant Ye Hua proposed "weighted running," a flash of inspiration had crossed Tang San's mind.

Back in the Tang Sect, he had seen similar training. Outer disciples carried rocks up mountains every day, and over time, their muscles, bones, skin, and flesh became far stronger than those of ordinary people.

More importantly, Tang San suddenly recalled that Ye Hua's first Soul Ring had been a Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

At the time, Boss Dai and Ning Rongrong had both believed Ye Hua was making up lies to fool them.

But taking a step back, what if he had not been lying? What if he had truly tempered his body this way, allowing himself to withstand a Thousand-Year Soul Ring?

Tang San's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He had already messed up his first and second Soul Rings. He absolutely could not be careless with his third!

If this method really worked, if he could also improve his physical strength through this kind of training!

Then his future Soul Ring configuration might even surpass Ye Hua's. By then, he could trample Ye Hua beneath his feet however he pleased!

Tang San swept a sidelong glance over Ye Hua, sneering inwardly.

Ye Hua, do you really think we'll be grateful just because you teach us the method? Do you think teachers are supposed to be selfless?

Idiot! Don't you know that teaching your disciples can leave the master starving!

True geniuses never share their trump cards with others!

Once I thoroughly learn your trump card, then use your own method to surpass you and crush you beneath my feet, you'll understand what it means to bind yourself in your own cocoon!

"Boss Dai, Fatty, later let's pick the most challenging rocks!"

Ma Hongjun remained doubtful, but seeing the eagerness in Tang San's eyes, he could only shut his mouth resentfully.

"Everyone, pick your rocks," Ye Hua said, directly strapping the heaviest rock onto his back with rope. "Stop dawdling."

Everyone gritted their teeth and made their selections. Under the influence of Grandmaster Bearing, even Ning Rongrong unexpectedly raised no objections.

Xiao Wu lightly picked a sharply edged one and tied it up with strips of cloth;

Zhu Zhuqing carefully avoided her wounds as she secured a rock behind her back;

Ning Rongrong was a support-type Soul Master, so she chose a smaller one, and Oscar did the same;

Tang San and Dai Mubai, however, became the conspicuous show-offs. Without another word, and beneath Flander's approving gaze, they took the biggest and heaviest rocks aside from Ye Hua's!

"Fatty, your serious injuries haven't healed. You should take a smaller one!" Dai Mubai called out.

Ma Hongjun had not trusted this method much in the first place, so his words came as a relief.

"Everyone ready?" Ye Hua took a step forward. "Move out!"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered slightly. She lifted her rock and was the first to follow.

Xiao Wu already trusted Ye Hua, so naturally she did not hesitate.

The students hugged their rocks and staggered out through the academy gates.

After only half a lap, Ma Hongjun was drenched in sweat. The bandages on his face had been soaked through, sticking to his wounds and making them itch and ache.

"Damn it, that lunatic!" He simply threw his rock onto the ground and panted heavily.

"Don't stop." Tang San's footsteps approached from behind. "If we don't finish, he'll make things difficult for us again!"

Ma Hongjun's face was full of indignation, but he could only force himself back to his feet.

One lap, two laps, three laps—

The midday sun was vicious, scorching their skin.

Just then, Tang San suddenly cried out.

"Boss Dai! Fatty!"

"It worked! I did it!"

"So hot! So itchy! My body is reacting!"