(Fifth update)
Flender's slightly magnetic, raspy voice rang out. "The first class of the day will begin tonight."
"Oscar and Ning Rongrong, your lesson today is physical training. Starting now, run twenty laps around the entire village at full speed."
"The others may leave. Dai Mubai will explain the academy rules to you."
"However, Yang Ming, you will stay behind."
Seeing that the dean clearly intended to give Yang Ming some private instruction, Dai Mubai could not help but feel a little surprised.
It was his first time seeing the dean place such importance on a student. Even Ma Junhong, Flender's direct disciple, had never received this kind of treatment.
A trace of envy rose in his heart, but Dai Mubai also understood that Yang Ming's talent and foundation were simply too outstanding. Such treatment was only natural.
After everyone else had left, Flender looked at Yang Ming with a faint smile on his face.
"Yang Ming, I watched your training this morning. I have to say, you are the most talented and hardworking student I have seen in all these years."
"Dean, you flatter me," Yang Ming said modestly.
"Hey, there is no need to be modest." Flender waved a hand, paused slightly, and continued, "Do you know why I kept you behind alone?"
"I would like to hear the details."
Seeing how humble Yang Ming was, Flender nodded inwardly and said:
"Everyone has their own cultivation method. Different Martial Souls require vastly different methods of cultivation. On Douluo Continent, there are almost no completely identical Martial Souls."
"I used to believe that the purpose of the academy was not to teach you how to cultivate your Martial Souls, but how to use them—how to better protect yourselves and support your comrades in future battles."
"However, something happened last