Was a Soul Ancestor Really That Strong?

"Have you heard? Mr. Sunday is a Titled Douluo."

"Really? I thought he was just an ordinary person."

The common folk who had received Sunday's kindness in their daily lives were all stunned by the news.

Someone so easygoing was nothing like the Titled Douluos of legend.

As for the major factions and families, their access to this information was undoubtedly countless times better than that of the common people.

They already knew most of what had happened outside the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Early the next morning, Sunday emerged from his room, packed up all his daily necessities, and prepared to head to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Since he was going to serve as an adviser, moving into the academy naturally made more sense.

When he opened the door, the normally peaceful street was packed so tightly that not even water could trickle through, bustling with activity.

"Your Excellency Sunday is out!"

"Your Excellency, I am Yu Tian, Minister of Rites of the Heaven Dou Empire. This is a small token of my regard."

"Your Excellency, I am the chairman of the Yueyang Merchant Association. I hope to make your acquaintance."

"Your Excellency, I am..."

Looking at the dozens of people outside his door, Sunday felt his temples throb.

"What a nuisance."

Sunday had no patience whatsoever for these people.

They were not even as good as Ning Fengzhi. Although Ning Fengzhi also put profit above all else, he at least knew how to disguise it and understood the need to cultivate an image.

With these people, however, this display was already the result of their best efforts at putting on a facade. In certain places, they would only be more unsavory.

Sunday looked at their faces, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.

"You don't deserve sweet dreams."

With that, he raised a hand and waved. Everyone's expression went blank before they collapsed to the ground one after another.

The sight clearly startled the onlookers on the outermost edge. They turned and took to their heels, shouting about murder as they ran.

Paying no mind to this little interruption, Sunday hummed one of Robin's songs as he made his way to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Looking at the academy gates, which had been fully repaired and were even grander than before, Sunday gained a new appreciation for the Heaven Dou imperial family's wealth.

After all, even a single flower among the materials here would probably cost several hundred Gold Soul Coins elsewhere.

"Greetings, Head Chairman Sunday!"

Before Sunday could finish marveling, a dozen or so voices rang out in unison ahead of him.

Meng Shenji and his two colleagues stood at the gates with all the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's teachers, waiting to welcome him.

"What is the meaning of this, Committee Member Meng? Am I not an adviser?"

At Sunday's words, Meng Shenji's mouth twitched. In all of Heaven Dou City, Sunday was probably the only person who considered himself merely an adviser.

"Head Chairman, following deliberations by His Majesty, you were formally appointed yesterday as an Imperial Offering of the Heaven Dou Empire,

as well as head chairman of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's education committee, with a rank within the academy equal to His Majesty's.

Furthermore, the Imperial Fighting Team has also been placed under Your Excellency's leadership."

Hearing this string of titles, Sunday was somewhat speechless. Xue Ye really did hold him in high regard.

"I understand. Since we've all met, go about your business! I'll go meet the Imperial Fighting Team."

With that, Sunday paid the others no further mind and headed straight for the Imperial Fighting Team's training grounds.

But just as he arrived, he heard an argument.

"Boss, are you really dropping out? The Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament is right around the corner!"

"Exactly, Tian Heng. Why are you dropping out? Isn't it just a change of team leader?"

"Yanzi, you don't understand. That Sunday humiliated my uncle. There's no way I'll serve under him."

"Tian Heng..."

Sunday leaned by the entrance and listened to the commotion inside. He had little to say about Yu Tianheng.

He could hardly be called outstanding, merely unremarkable. Whether in talent or temperament, he fell short of his cousin Yu Tianxin.

The fact that Yu Yuanzhen and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had poured most of their resources into Yu Tianheng, yet he still could not pull ahead of Yu Tianxin, said plenty about his talent.

More importantly, there was his mindset. Yu Tianxin was proud too, but he could read the situation and never acted carelessly on the battlefield.

Creak.

Just as Sunday was making this comparison, the door to the training grounds' lounge opened, and Yu Tianheng walked out.

But the instant he stepped outside, his expression froze.

He had spotted Sunday leaning against the wall.

Hearing the noise, Sunday opened his eyes, cast him a glance, and headed into the lounge.

"If you're leaving, then leave. I'm about to start class."

"What!"

Everyone on the Imperial Fighting Team was startled by Sunday's indifferent attitude. They had not expected him to be so casual about it.

"But, Teacher Sunday, Boss Tian Heng is a Quasi-Soul Ancestor genius!"

"Exactly, Uncle Sunday! Without Tian Heng, how can our Imperial Fighting Team take part in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament? He's our only power attack system Soul Master!"

Hearing Sunday's words, Dugu Yan and the others assumed he was angry because he had overheard what Yu Tianheng had said earlier, so they all spoke up to dissuade him.

Hearing Dugu Yan and the others, Yu Tianheng also stood at the entrance, waiting for Sunday's response.

"A Soul Ancestor? Is that really so strong?"

Only after they finished speaking did Sunday turn around and look at Yu Tianheng by the entrance, his tone calm.

Sunday remained unmoved by Dugu Yan and the others' words. If he wanted, he could directly pour the power of a Path into the Imperial Fighting Team, raising them, if not to Emanators, then at least to high-level Pathstriders.

Winning the championship then? Even stringing Bibi Dong up and whipping her would simply be a matter of whether they felt like it.

After all, a high-level Pathstrider willing to throw their life away could destroy a planet.

As for Emanators, that went without saying. Which of them was not a towering power in their own corner of the universe?

Hearing Sunday's almost mocking tone, Yu Tianheng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Hmph. I'm merely an insignificant Soul Ancestor, unworthy of Your Excellency Sunday's discerning eye. Farewell."

With that, Yu Tianheng strode toward the academy gates. He was going to find his aunt and his uncle.

"Uncle Sunday."

Watching Yu Tianheng leave, Dugu Yan addressed Sunday with a slightly angry, petulant protest.

Her feelings about Sunday were truly complicated. He was clearly only a little older than she was, yet he was a powerhouse on the same level as her grandfather.

If her grandfather had not been on such good terms with Sunday, she would not even have had the right to stand here and speak.

Sunday turned to the remaining members of the Imperial Fighting Team and briefly swept his gaze over them.

"Does anyone else want to leave? I won't stop anyone who does."

Hearing this, Osler and the others exchanged glances, but not a single person stepped forward.

They were not like Yu Tianheng, whose background stood above all others on the continent.

Although outsiders saw the Heaven Dou Royal Academy as nothing more than a place for nobles to gild themselves,

only those who entered knew how different it was inside. For true geniuses, competition was always brutal.

They had struggled so hard to secure their places on the Imperial Fighting Team. How could they possibly give them up so easily?

Seeing that no one left, Sunday nodded.

"Good. It seems you're all still quite sensible."

"Sensible? We don't even have enough people! How are we supposed to compete?"

At Sunday's words, Dugu Yan could not help pouting.

"Listen to yourself. A three-legged toad may be hard to find, but are two-legged people in short supply?

If Yu Tianheng doesn't want his place on the Imperial Fighting Team, plenty of others do."