[Double II Period]
In the square of Shrek Academy, students' discussions were heard one after another.
"Teacher Wang Yan's research on martial spirits is truly unmatched. He was the one who taught me how to attach spirit rings to my martial spirit."
"Yeah, he always points out our problems right to the point."
In their eyes, Teacher Wang Yan is a pure scholar and a teacher worthy of respect.
...
On the skylight, Wang Yan's monologue continued.
[Later, I fell in love with a girl. ]
The scene suddenly changed.
The door of the library was pushed open and a beautiful figure walked in.
The girl's white clothes are whiter than snow, her face is beautiful, and her temperament is as holy as an ice lotus.
[Her name is Han Ruoruo, the most dazzling genius in the outer courtyard.]
[Her martial spirit is the top-level weapon spirit 'Shining Golden Rope', with an innate spirit power of level eight.]
[She is like the moonlight in the sky, so beautiful that it is not stained by dust.]
[But I am just a poor boy from the countryside. I don't think I am worthy of her.]
...
[Double II Period]
At this point in the monologue, a beautiful and cool-tempered woman in the crowd in the square suddenly stiffened.
It was the inner court disciple, Han Ruoruo.
She raised her head in disbelief and looked at the sky.
The eyes of the people around her were all focused on her, with surprise, curiosity, and a bit of ridicule.
Han Ruoruo's cheeks instantly turned red, and her heart was in turmoil.
How come she...how had she never known about this?
Teacher Wang Yan, he...
The monologue continues, with a hint of bitterness and yearning.
...
[She is a daughter of heaven, and I am just dust.]
[I only dared to secretly watch her from the most inconspicuous corner.]
Wang Yan's monologue is full of inferiority and yearning, which makes countless people feel distressed.
In the picture, Wang Yan hid in the shadow of the bookshelf, his eyes following Han Ruoruo's figure.
She took down a book on high-level soul skills, sat down in the reading area, and read it quietly.
The sunlight shone on her through the window, as beautiful as a painting.
And Wang Yan could only greedily carve this beauty into his heart in the shadows.
[I know that the gap between us is even greater than the distance between Shrek City and Mingdu.]
[But this doesn't stop me from wanting to catch up with her, wanting to stand shoulder to shoulder with her one day.]
[For this, I must become stronger! ]
The boy's monologue was full of reluctance.
But soon, a new picture appeared.
Late at night in the library, Han Ruoruo was alone, her brows furrowed, with several books about weapon spirits spread out in front of her.
Her martial spirit, the "Shining Golden Rope," hovered quietly beside her, its golden light flowing, yet with a hint of discomfort.
[Golden Rope, a top-level control weapon spirit with enormous potential.]
[But because of this, its development direction is also extremely complicated. ]
[During that time, I happened to hear about her troubles.]
[She encountered a bottleneck. She was having trouble choosing between developing her martial spirit, which resulted in her using her spirit power in a mixed and impure manner, hindering her breakthrough.]
In the picture, he is hiding behind the bookshelf, listening to the conversation between Han Ruoruo and the teacher.
There was a flash of heartache in his eyes, and a light that was difficult for others to detect.
[At that moment, I suddenly realized... perhaps, there was something I could do for her.]
[I don't have strong strength or a distinguished family background, but I do have... theory.]
In the next few days, the scenes on the sky screen switched rapidly.
During the day, I work and study in the library.
[At night, I become my most focused researcher.]
[I've searched through all the records in the library regarding control-type, rope-type, and metal-type weapon spirits.]
[From ancient fragments to modern master essays, no book is left out.]
In the picture, Wang Yan's eyes were bloodshot, but surprisingly bright.
[I have compiled three development paths for her Golden Rope spirit.]
[First, the ultimate control flow, second...]
I stayed up all night for several days and finally finished this thick notebook.
But I didn't sign my name.
[The next morning, I secretly put my notes in a book she often read, "Detailed Explanation of the Application of High-level Weapon Spirits."]
[After doing all this, my heart was pounding, and I fled the library before anyone arrived.]
...
[Double II Period]
When Han Ruoruo saw the familiar notebook appear on the screen, she was stunned.
"So...it's you..."
She murmured to herself, and for the first time, a strong emotional fluctuation appeared in her cold eyes.
She always thought that it was the guidance of a senior who did not want to leave his name.
But unexpectedly, it was Wang Yan who was always quiet in the corner.
...
The scene changed.
Han Ruoruo found the notebook in the library.
She flipped through the pages in amazement, shock written all over her pretty face.
Wang Yan hid behind the bookshelf, his palms sweating from nervousness.
He saw Han Ruoruo carefully put the notebook into her storage soul guide, with a cherishing smile on her face.
[She smiled... She accepted it...]
[At that moment, I felt that all the hard work before was worth it.]
[However, the gap between us is still too big. ]
She easily passed the inner courtyard selection, but I could only graduate from the outer courtyard.
[In order to be worthy of her, and for the sake of my ideal, I gave up the path of becoming a combat spirit master and chose to stay at the school to teach.]
The scene changed and Wang Yan had become a young teacher.
He wore glasses, which made him look more refined.
When he stepped onto the podium for the first time, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.
But when he began to explain the secrets of the martial soul, his eyes shone with confidence.
I love this job. I treat every student as my own child.
[I hope to help them discover the potential of their martial spirits and not give up on any martial spirit that is considered "waste."]
Scenes began to appear on the screen.
[A student named Xu Sanshi, whose martial spirit is the Mysterious Nether Turtle.]
[His defensive power is extremely impressive, but due to the sluggish circulation of his soul power and the lack of offensive means, he was once considered a pure meat shield, ranking low among the powerful attack types.]
[I discovered that Xu Sanshi's Mysterious Turtle spirit is not simply for defense, but rather contains a faint trace of bloodline power deep within its spirit.]
[I searched through all the records about ancient turtle-like spirit beasts and finally found the answer in a damaged ancient book.]
In the picture, Wang Yan was in the library late at night, his eyes bloodshot, and he finally found a few blurry ancient characters on a dusty animal skin scroll.
He was ecstatic and worked out a training plan overnight to stimulate his blood.
I instructed him on how to use his soul power to reversely impact the specific lines on the tortoise shell, using his own qi and blood as a guide to stimulate the power of his bloodline.
The process was painful, but he persevered.
In the picture, Xu Sanshi was under the waterfall, operating his soul power according to Wang Yan's instructions, letting the water hit him, and his skin all over his body was cracked due to the collision of soul power.
But he succeeded in the end.
A layer of black halo appeared above Xu Sanshi's Xuanming Turtle martial spirit.
...
In the square, Xu Sanshi, who had become an inner court disciple, saw this scene, his eyes filled with tears, and his fists clenched tightly.
Without Teacher Wang Yan, he wouldn't be where he is today!
"Teacher Wang Yan is definitely not a hypocrite!"
Xu Sanshi roared while waving his fist