Chapter 37 "Pfft!" Who put that? Chapter 37 "Pfft!" Who put that down?
"Of course, you name the stakes, right?"
Ning Tian replied. He was very confident in Wu Feng, and as the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, he wasn't short of money.
"Although I don't usually like gambling, I'm willing to play with you."
Han Yu chuckled inwardly. Actually, he didn't like gambling. Why?
Because in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person struggling to make a living, and he had no right to participate in this kind of entertainment.
Moreover, he was unwilling to entrust his fate to so-called luck.
But knowing the answer, he didn't mind taking the gamble this time.
"A little gambling is fun, but too much gambling is harmful. How about two thousand gold soul coins?"
After thinking for a moment, Han Yu suggested a stake that he felt was huge.
He looked at Ning Tian with slight worry. What if she didn't accept? He would lose the money.
"Okay, then two thousand gold soul coins."
Ning Tian said without blinking. Han Yu's
expression changed upon hearing this.
He cursed inwardly. He should have asked for less. He still didn't understand the value of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Since arriving in Douluo Continent six years ago, the most gold soul coins he's ever had are the two thousand Bei Bei gave him.
As for the Body Sect?
That teacher, Poison-Undying, has fed him plenty of nutritious food, but hasn't given him a single glittering gold soul coin.
This has led him, the young master of the Body Sect, to spend his days hunting souls for others and gambling for money.
In his past life, he risked his life for money; is he still unable to escape this life?
"Hey? What are you doing?"
Ning Tian stretched out his fair arm and gently waved it in front of Han Yu.
"Ah? Nothing, I was just lost in thought. Two thousand gold soul coins it is."
Han Yu's eyes were indifferent as she turned to look at Wu Feng, who was poised to attack.
Wu Feng took a deep breath; the surrounding students were all watching her, making her feel immense pressure.
"Ah, bend!"
Wu Feng suddenly exerted force, the veins on her hands bulging.
The surrounding students held their breath, clenched their fists, and silently cheered for Wu Feng.
"Huff...huff..."
It's so hard, I can't bend it. Wu Feng, who had already used all her strength, had a flushed face.
"Go, go!"
someone shouted, and then the students echoed.
"See? She definitely can't bend it,"
Han Yu whispered to Ning Tian.
Seeing this, Ning Tian couldn't help but shout, "Go, Feng-mei, you can do it!"
Encouraged, Wu Feng's spirits lifted, and two yellow soul rings rose from her feet.
"I can't let the young master down, she's watching me." Wu Feng was excited, and her second soul ring lit up immediately.
"Second Soul Skill, Dragon's Fury!"
In Dragon's Fury state, her power instantly increased.
"Open for me!"
"Wu Feng used her soul skill, she can definitely bend it this time, go, Wu Feng!" A fat student cheered from the side, and judging from his expression, he was quite impressed with Wu Feng.
Crack!
A slightly teeth-grinding sound rang out, and the White Tiger Staff, which had been motionless, actually began to bend slightly under Wu Feng's enormous strength.
However, that was all. No matter how hard Wu Feng tried, the White Tiger Staff wouldn't budge.
"What to do? I've reached my limit. Just maintaining this arc takes a lot of my strength, let alone bending it."
Wu Feng gasped for breath, glancing at Ning Tian's encouraging face out of the corner of her eye.
"No, I can't let the young master down. I can do it!"
Wu Feng gritted her teeth, the veins on her arms bulging, sweat dripping from her forehead, soaking through her tight leather clothes. The
male students watching couldn't help but swallow hard, their eyes glued to her exquisite curves.
Wu Feng's legs sank again, her hands trembling violently, as if she was about to break through her limits.
Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd,
"Pfft!"
A sound suddenly rang out in the quiet training room, like a clap of thunder on a sweltering summer day, making everyone instinctively cover their ears.
The students watching had strange expressions and took a few steps back, instantly making the already crowded space feel much more spacious.
The chubby student, backing away, couldn't help but yell, "Who put this here? Poisoning people here, huh?"
"If anyone gets seriously injured from the poison, this isn't over."
Of course, this was mostly a joke, and since everyone was gathered together, it was hard to say who the culprit was.
"Why are you yelling so loudly? Maybe you did it."
A male student wearing glasses adjusted his frames, seemingly having discovered the culprit, and jumped out, pointing at the chubby student.
"What did you say? I think you're the one who farted! Nobody else said anything, but you're the one jumping around the most. Admit it, it was you."
The chubby student crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, looking like he knew everything.
"It wasn't me! Hey, believe me! It really wasn't me!"
Seeing the nearby students distancing themselves from him, the student with glasses waved his hand, trying to regain their trust and prove his innocence.
But sometimes, the person who wrongs you knows better than you how wronged you are.
Han Yu took a few steps back, glancing strangely at Wu Feng in the arena. She hadn't expected him to gain an admirer so early in the semester; the chubby guy was definitely the first to mature. "
Tsk tsk, what kind of situation is this? I told you to bend it, not to let it go!"
Hearing the surrounding accusations, Wu Feng's already flushed cheeks turned even redder, like a monkey's bottom.
"I can't bend it anymore, Teacher Mu."
Wu Feng's strength gave way, and he released the White Tiger Staff, collapsing to the ground.
Mu Jin, who was closest, knew what was happening but didn't intervene, as it wouldn't be good for Wu Feng's image. She
smiled slightly and said, "It's normal that you can't bend it. This is the fourth level of strength, only a Soul Master can handle it. Press the top button to adjust it to level three; that should be the most suitable for you right now."
"I see, that explains why Wu Feng couldn't bend it; it's the highest difficulty," the chubby student murmured.
Mu Jin was completely unsurprised that she couldn't budge the White Tiger Staff. A hint of admiration flashed in her eyes at Wu Feng, who had managed to move it. Dragon-type martial souls were indeed extraordinary.
If it were an ordinary beast-type martial soul master, they'd be lucky to even bend a second-level staff.
"Ah?"
Wu Feng's eyes widened. So that was a fourth-level staff, only a Soul Master could bend. It wasn't that she couldn't do it, but the difficulty was just too high. And she had even managed to slightly budge the White Tiger Staff, which only a Soul Master could break. "
The young master will probably praise me," Wu Feng thought expectantly, looking towards Ning Tian.
Then her face stiffened.
She realized Ning Tian wasn't paying attention to her at all, but was chatting and laughing with Han Yu beside him.
"Did you already know this was the highest level of difficulty? No wonder you were so confident," Ning Tian said, looking at the calm Han Yu.
Despite being exposed, Han Yu remained unfazed, nodding calmly, "Yes, could it be that Young Master Ning Tian intends to use this as an excuse to renege on his debt?"
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1.8times+Chapter 38 The Temptation of Ten Million! Chapter 38 The Temptation of Ten Million!
Ning Tian's delicate face froze for a moment, not expecting Han Yu to focus on this. He said irritably, "It's just two thousand gold soul coins. I wouldn't go so far as to renege on my debt. I just think you're dishonest, very wicked. Here, count the two thousand gold soul coins."
Han Yu took the bag containing two thousand gold soul coins, weighed it in her hand, and found it weighed the same as the one Bei Bei had given her.
Then she said, "Your family is quite wealthy, giving away two thousand gold soul coins so easily."
It wasn't that Han Yu had never seen money before, but two thousand gold soul coins was not a small amount for ordinary soul masters.
Those who could casually spend millions or tens of millions were all from powerful families.
Most soul masters were actually not wealthy.
For example, she knew that there was a female student in the outer academy named Jiang Nannan, who was said to be the most beautiful woman in the outer academy.
Her life was not wealthy, and she even had to pay a price to get medicine for her mother's injuries.
His daily life was very frugal; he couldn't even afford a soul tool, relying entirely on his powerful soul skills. This was the reality for ordinary soul masters—before converting their talent into strength, they should just honestly be poor.
A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Tian's eyes. For some reason, he felt Han Yu seemed to really like money, so he joked,
"My family is indeed very wealthy, more than we can spend. How about considering joining my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School? I can give you one million gold soul coins right now."
A tempting voice rang out, almost making Han Yu agree immediately. Taking
a deep breath, she shook her head with difficulty: "I'm sorry, my upbringing doesn't support me doing this kind of thing. You've misjudged me."
"Three million?"
Han Yu shook her head.
"Five million?"
Han Yu took a deep breath and still shook her head.
"Ten million." Ning Tian's voice unconsciously grew louder.
Han Yu, suppressing her pounding heart, calmly said, "I've said it before, I'm not someone who would sell myself for money. Such a vulgar thing isn't worthy of my bowing."
Ning Tian was slightly taken aback, his eyes gleaming with admiration. He hadn't expected Han Yu to be so resolute, able to remain unmoved by the temptation of ten million. He couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect.
'Looks like I underestimated him. Indeed, if I could win him over so easily, he probably wouldn't amount to much in the future. My judgment wasn't bad after all.' Thinking this, Ning Tian felt a slight sense of pride.
"I'm sorry, Han Yu, I was just being presumptuous. I didn't expect you to be so determined. No wonder you have such strength at your age," Ning Tian said with admiration. Han Yu
nodded, calmly turning her head to look around. She thought to herself, "From this angle, no one should be able to see me." Suddenly, her expression twisted, as if she were wearing a mask of pain.
"Ten million! How many houses could that buy at Shrek Academy? I almost couldn't resist agreeing."
"Luckily, I'm resolute, but it's not enough. In the future, I must be able to remain unmoved even if a hundred million gold soul coins are placed in front of me."
Han Yu thought to herself, recalling how she used to work three jobs a day just to afford a down payment on a house. Now, with ten million in front of her, she was able to resist the temptation and refuse.
At this moment, Han Yu deeply realized that she had grown. In the past, she probably would have agreed upon hearing a million.
"Douluo Continent doesn't seem so bad after all. At least compared to before, when there was no room for advancement, although there are dangers to life here, I have the opportunity to choose my own destiny."
"From now on, I am Han Yu of Douluo Continent. I don't want to be exploited anymore. Since I'm here, I will strive to reach the top."
Han Yu, who had always felt somewhat out of place on Douluo Continent, felt at this moment that the shackles in her heart had been broken. It was as if two incompatible liquids had suddenly merged into one, and she felt an indescribable sense of relief.
"Bang."
A barely perceptible sound rang out within his body, and Han Yu was slightly taken aback.
"You broke through?"
Before Han Yu could even rejoice, Ning Tian, standing beside him, sensed Han Yu's aura rising slightly and exclaimed in surprise.
"Just lucky!"
Han Yu smiled slightly, his mood, which had been shattered by the loss of ten million, improved.
"Han Yu, you broke through?"
Just then, Mu Jin also came to the two of them. Han Yu was one of the most outstanding students and her focus of attention.
"Yes, Teacher Mu, I broke through by luck." Han Yu nodded, his expression calm.
He had been cultivating his soul power for the past few days, and the breakthrough was only a natural progression, just earlier than he had expected.
"Then you are now a level 30 Quasi-Soul Master. Should I apply to the academy to take you hunting for soul rings?"
Mu Jin looked at the handsome student in front of her with delight, finding him more and more like her younger brother, except that the biggest difference between them was that Han Yu was much stronger.
'Damn Zhou Yi, if my brother had this kind of strength, he wouldn't have been expelled by you.' "Mu Jin thought bitterly.
Han Yu was slightly taken aback, then shook his head, "Teacher Mu, I don't plan to acquire a spirit ring now. I have my own considerations for my third spirit ring, but thank you anyway, Teacher Mu."
Han Yu had his own ideas about his spirit ring. After completing the mission, he would leave Shrek Academy and return to the Body Sect to find Du Busi to take him hunting.
There were still too few spirit beasts with mental attributes, and it was very likely that he would have to go deep into the spirit beast gathering area. He didn't trust Shrek Academy.
With his current physical fitness, he was already able to absorb three thousand years' worth of spirit rings at the second ring, so absorbing a third ring would require at least eight thousand years, and even ten thousand years' worth of spirit rings was worth trying.
As for mental shock?
Han Yu was least afraid of that; he was more worried about whether his physical fitness could keep up.
"Ah, it's a pity there are too few spirit beasts with mental attributes, otherwise... But you can win the championship in the freshman assessment, and there will be a core disciple reward. Then you can ask the academy to find the most suitable spirit ring for you."
Mu Jin's eyes rolled, and then she said slowly.
"Does Teacher Mu really want me to win the championship?"
Han Yu smiled slightly, her words carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Sigh, alright, it would be beneficial for me if you won, but what I really want is to surpass Zhou Yi. Being suppressed by her for so many years has been incredibly frustrating. If it weren't for someone helping her, hmph..."
Mu Jin sighed, clearly both loving and hating the "person" helping Zhou Yi.
"In that case, I'll just take the championship then," Han Yu said confidently.
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1.8times+Chapter 39 Impossible, absolutely impossible! Chapter 39 Impossible, absolutely impossible!
The strongest among the freshmen was Dai Huabin; he'd already beaten him up once in the cafeteria.
Before using the Sharingan's genjutsu, he was still somewhat wary of Dai Huabin's spirit fusion technique.
Genjutsu's control duration and effect increased with the more mental energy injected.
With his current mental energy, he could only temporarily control a Soul Emperor-level expert for a second or two.
His mental energy would then be exhausted. Last time, he only managed to severely injure Zhou Yi when she hadn't used any spirit skills.
"If only I had a spirit fusion technique too!" "
According to the theory of spirit fusion techniques, the closer the quality of the two spirits, the more they should resonate upon meeting."
"The higher the fusion degree, the greater the power, but I've circled around Shrek Academy and haven't sensed anyone whose spirit resonates with mine."
"Could spirit fusion techniques really be that rare?"
Han Yu thought to himself. As for fusing his eyes and hammer, he tried getting close to Wang Dong, but there was no reaction at all.
Just as Han Yu was lost in thought, Mu Jin smiled and said, "Don't be careless. As far as I know, besides Ning Tian from our class who is a three-ring cultivator, there's also Pipi Xiang who is a three-ring cultivator, and Dai Huabin, whom you defeated."
"I understand, Teacher Mu."
Although she looked down on her enemies, Han Yu still respected them in her heart.
Because of the initial kill, Dai Huabin had fallen into a trap. It wouldn't be so easy to trick him next time.
"Alright, you go and try it too. Let me see your strength."
Mu Jin picked up a White Tiger Staff, a smug look on her face.
Ning Tian, who was standing to the side, also looked on curiously. As the nominal strongest in Class Nine, she wanted to know if the rumors were as exaggerated as they said.
Hearing the commotion, the surrounding students also came to join in the fun, looking like they were watching a melon.
"Young Master."
Just then, Wu Feng walked over with a wronged expression, then glared at Han Yu resentfully.
Ever since Han Yu came to Class Nine, the Young Master's attention had not been on her.
Han Yu couldn't help but say, "What are you looking at!"
"Hmph!"
Wu Feng, who had somehow acquired a school uniform and put it on, crossed her arms, gave a huff, and turned her head away.
"Let's begin. Which level do you choose?"
"Fourth level, I want to try and see if I can bend it."
Han Yu became interested. Her current physical abilities were probably no less than those of a Soul Master. Although she couldn't compare to those with beast spirits, she could still rival ordinary Soul Masters.
Activating the fourth level, Mu Jin handed the White Tiger Staff to Han Yu and then slowly retreated.
"Hmph, he definitely can't bend it. This is a soul tool that only a Soul Master can bend."
A hint of disdain flashed across Wu Feng's face as she spoke to Ning Tian, trying to divert her attention.
"Feng Mei, you should know that there are always people stronger than you. What if Han Yu succeeds?"
Ning Tian looked at Wu Feng with amusement, wondering what was wrong with her today; she seemed strange.
"I know there are people stronger than you, but that person is definitely not him."
Wu Feng pointed and then said.
"How do you know it wasn't me?"
"What if I succeed by sheer luck?"
Han Yu looked at the slightly bent White Tiger Staff in her hand, noticing that no one was paying attention, but Mu Jin beside her had seen it.
"Hmph! Anyway, you absolutely cannot succeed!"
Wu Feng put her hands on her hips, tilting her head back to reveal her snow-white neck.
Han Yu's eyes darted around, a strange glint in them: "How about we make a bet?"
"Another bet?"
Before Wu Feng could speak, Ning Tian's eyes widened strangely. Didn't this guy dislike betting? Now he's started again.
"What are we betting on?"
As Han Yu expected, Wu Feng had taken the bait.
"We're betting on whether I can bend you. The stake is two thousand gold soul coins. This time, I don't know the answer beforehand."
Seemingly afraid Ning Tian would object, Han Yu turned to her and said.
"Fine, let's bet! Feng-mei, bet with him. I don't believe I can lose to you this time."
Ning Tian blushed and gently clenched her fist. She knew what Han Yu meant.
Wu Feng nodded and said, "Okay, we'll bet with you. The loser pays two thousand gold soul coins. Teacher Mu will be the witness."
Mu Jin nodded with a smile, then looked at Han Yu differently. This kid, he just knows how to trick young girls.
"Alright, I'll start now."
Han Yu exhaled softly, then assumed a horse stance, pushing her hands forward and gripping the White Tiger Staff tightly.
With a slight exertion, the White Tiger Staff trembled slightly, emitting a cracking sound.
"It's bent! It's bent!" exclaimed the chubby student beside him.
"That's incredible! No wonder he's called 'Red-Eyed Fierce Man,' much stronger than Wu Feng. Wu Feng was sweating buckets just now and only managed to bend it a little bit." The bespectacled student, habitually adjusting his glasses, also looked shocked.
"Red-Eyed Fierce Man?"
When did he get such a nickname? Han Yu's lips twitched, almost giving up.
"Hmph! This is nothing, just a tiny bend. I could do that too."
Wu Feng curled his lip, somewhat disdainfully.
"A tiny bit?"
Then open your eyes wide, Han Yu chuckled inwardly, then suddenly exerted force.
Veins slowly appeared, and his face began to turn slightly red. The White Tiger Staff quickly passed halfway under the shocked gazes of the students.
"Hmm? A little harder than I expected. Bending it shouldn't be a problem, but let's give Wu Feng a little hope."
Seeing Wu Feng's slightly open mouth, Han Yu felt a mischievous urge.
The White Tiger Staff, which was already halfway bent, suddenly came to an abrupt halt, stopping at that point.
Seeing this, Mu Jin shook her head helplessly, sighing inwardly that he was still just a child.
Wu Feng, who had initially thought he was going to lose, instantly brightened up, saying smugly,
"Go ahead and bend it! Why aren't you bending it? You've only bent it halfway. If you don't bend it completely, you've already lost!"
Han Yu's face suddenly flushed red, and she sighed, saying, "Yeah, I'm going to lose. This is too difficult! I feel like I'm about to give up."
Hearing this, Wu Feng became even happier and couldn't help but say, "Hurry up and admit defeat! Only a Soul Master can bend this. It's not shameful for you to lose!" *
Snap!
* The sound of the White Tiger Staff bending to its limit rang out. Wu Feng, who had been so smug, suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes blankly staring at the White Tiger Staff in Han Yu's hand, now shaped like a U.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Only a Soul Master can bend this. My Beast Soul can only bend it a little bit? How could you, a Spirit-attribute Soul Master, be stronger than me?"
Wu Feng shook his head, utterly doubting his own existence.
"It was quite difficult. I used half my strength to bend it; I'm exhausted." *
Clang!
* The White Tiger Staff returned to its original state.
Ning Tian stared blankly at Han Yu,
whose expression remained normal , realizing he'd been tricked again.
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1.8times+Chapter 40 Young Master, how can I live without you! Chapter 40 Young Master, how can I live without you!
"Damn it, you bad guy, you tricked me again." Ning Tian spat lightly, couldn't help but glare at Han Yu, and then threw out a small bag. He
familiarly tossed it around and put it into his storage soul tool.
"Thank you both for your gifts, I am very grateful." He was delighted
to have gained another two thousand gold soul coins.
"Bastard, you actually dared to trick me!"
After hearing Ning Tian's explanation, Wu Feng felt like a clown, and her temper instantly flared up, and she couldn't help but shout angrily.
"Your strength is not bad, but your brain is a little not very good."
Han Yu smiled slightly and looked at the two money-giving girls with some gratitude.
"Damn it, I want to fight you in a soul battle, young master, don't stop me."
Wu Feng said as she started to take off her clothes. This was her last school uniform, and she would have to go and buy two more later.
Ning Tian's expression was strange; he didn't stop her.
"Are you sure you want to fight me in a spirit battle? The consequences could be severe, you know?" A red light flashed in Han Yu's eyes, seemingly a friendly reminder.
"Come on, I'm not afraid of you." Wu Feng, having just taken off her clothes, had barely finished speaking
when the surrounding students witnessed a scene that left them speechless.
Wu Feng seemed stunned for a moment after taking off her clothes, then a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes before she quickly regained her composure.
Suddenly, she broke into a smile, ran forward, and soon arrived at a pillar. To
everyone's astonishment, Wu Feng actually hugged the pillar, then rested her head against it, saying gently, "Young Master, I don't care at all about worldly opinions. As long as I can be with you, even if I suffer the scorn of the world, I'm willing."
Then Wu Feng listened attentively, nodding occasionally, a sweet smile on her face.
After listening for a minute or two...
Unaware of what had happened, Wu Feng's face suddenly turned extremely grief-stricken. He clung tightly to a pillar, weeping, "Young Master, don't go! How can I live without you?"
"Don't go, don't go!"
Then, as if struck by something, Wu Feng collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.
He kept repeating, "Don't go, don't go."
Seeing this, everyone's gaze turned strange, constantly shifting between Ning Tian and Wu Feng.
Then, some fearfully, they moved away from Han Yu.
The chubby student trembled slightly, seemingly unable to accept it, and couldn't help but ask, "What happened? Why is Wu Feng like this?"
"It seems she's been controlled by Boss Han Yu. Her current situation is very similar to Dai Huabin's." The bespectacled student suddenly appeared behind the chubby student, startling him.
Mu Jin was also somewhat confused about the relationship between Ning Tian and Wu Feng, shaking her head helplessly. Young people really know how to play games; she couldn't help but sigh at how old she was.
"The Seven Treasures have names, the second being: 'Relief'."
Just then, a somewhat ashamed and indignant voice rang out. A magical light shimmered in Ning Tian's hand, revealing a small pagoda beneath it.
As she finished speaking, a beam of yellow light shot towards Wu Feng.
The yellow light entered her body, and Wu Feng trembled slightly, her eyes glazed as she looked around.
She murmured, "Huh, how did I get here? Wasn't I in a duel? What was that just now?"
"Young Master, don't go!"
A fiery red figure instantly rushed towards Ning Tian, clinging to her and sobbing softly.
Ning Tian's face flushed and paled in an instant, changing several times. She wanted to reprimand Wu Feng, but couldn't bear to, so she waited until Wu Feng's crying stopped.
"Young Master, you didn't leave?" Wu Feng raised her head, opening her eyes, which were slightly red and swollen from crying.
"Leave? What do you mean, leave? You fell for my trap! You were controlled by Han Yu, and then..." Ning Tian's annoyed voice came, followed by the story of what had just happened.
"Ah? You evil bastard! The teacher didn't even say 'start,' and you still attacked!"
Realizing that what had just happened wasn't real, Wu Feng's voice rose, pointing at Han Yu and cursing angrily.
"All's fair in love and war! If you're not satisfied, I don't mind letting you experience that scene again, but I don't think you'd want to."
Han Yu blinked her bright eyes, reminding her.
"You!"
"Alright, Feng-mei, stop fooling around. Remember, we're just sisters." Ning Tian's warning voice rang out.
"Yes, I understand, Young Master." A trace of sadness flashed in Wu Feng's eyes. She knew that her thoughts were somewhat unethical, but she just couldn't help it; she just liked it.
"Alright, everyone disperse. All you do is watch the show. Are you even going to train? What will you do if you get eliminated in the assessment in three months?"
"Okay, Teacher Mu, we're going to train now." The surrounding students scattered.
"Fatty, Glasses, you two, still watching? Get back to training! Are you looking for a beating?" Mu Jin said, somewhat exasperated, looking at the two mischievous students in front of her.
Everyone else had left, but these two were still sneaking around, did they really think he, the Soul Emperor, was just a figurehead?
Han Yu watched Mu Jin mingling with the students, feeling a slight admiration. Recalling a certain old woman wearing a mask, he preferred Mu Jin to the other.
A strict teacher is a good thing, but too much strictness will eventually crush the students.
After all, not everyone is a pressure monster like Huo Yuhao.
Then Han Yu approached the "Soul Guiding Bag" that Mu Jin had named, looking at the familiar figure with a complex expression. He
took a deep breath and suddenly threw a punch.
Bang bang bang!
A series of muffled thuds sounded. "Really, surprisingly useful!"
Han Yu was slightly surprised to find that this thing called the Soul Guidance Bag hadn't even cracked under his full-force attack.
When he threw it, ripples spread across the surface of the Soul Guidance Bag, which then absorbed most of his force.
"It should be made of the fur of some unknown soul beast. It can actually absorb my power, but even if you can absorb a lot, there's a limit."
"Let me see where your limit is!"
Bang bang bang!
A series of muffled thuds rang out as a storm of fists rained down on the Soul Guidance Bag, ripples constantly appearing.
A moment later.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
"Awesome."
Han Yu exhaled a breath of stale air, looking at the Soul Guidance Bag that hadn't changed at all, and slowly uttered two words.
Just then, Mu Jin slowly walked over.
"Han Yu, do you... want to learn about soul tools?"
Mu Jin's expression was complicated, then she gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind.
"Soul tools?"
"Teacher Mu, you might not know, but Zhou Yi, the homeroom teacher of Class One whom I injured, has a husband who works in the Soul Tool Department. Even if I wanted to learn, I'm afraid they wouldn't accept me."
Han Yu looked at Mu Jin with some surprise, wondering why she suddenly asked him if he wanted to learn about soul tools.
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1.8times+Chapter 41 Art is an explosion! Chapter 41 Art is an Explosion!
"It's alright, as long as you want to learn, the teacher can help you, even if it means begging him. Your talent is so good, and you're a spirit-attribute Soul Master, learning Soul Tools will definitely be twice as effective."
"Besides, I know that person has been looking for spirit-attribute Soul Masters. Even if that person doesn't accept you, Dean Qian Duoduo will."
"I can't let your talent be buried like this, because you're very much like my younger brother, you might not know that."
"My younger brother also studied at Shrek Academy before, but he was expelled by Zhou Yi because his talent wasn't enough. You're different, your talent is so good, you'll definitely receive special training there."
Mu Jin's eyes reddened slightly, a hint of sadness flashing deep in her eyes as she thought of her younger brother.
"The person you're talking about, is it Fan Yu?"
Han Yu's expression was complicated. He hadn't expected Mu Jin to be willing to make such a sacrifice for him; she truly treated him like a younger brother. He
absolutely couldn't owe her this favor, otherwise,
who knew what would happen to Shrek Academy in the future
? To be honest, he was very interested in Soul Tools, and he could learn them very quickly.
It wasn't just because of the soul tools; it was also because he possessed shadow clones, allowing him to learn several times faster than ordinary people. After breaking through level 30, he felt he could create another clone.
If he focused entirely on researching soul tools, he could create three for every one others could make, and with the increasing number of clones,
he could single-handedly form an army.
Imagine each clone carrying a level-nine soul-guided cannon, unleashing an explosion of "Art is an explosion!"
Han Yu felt a sense of anticipation.
He needed to learn soul tools, but not in this way. He could experiment.
He could inquire about any new students joining the soul tool department and use his shadow clones and mimicry to impersonate them, gaining entry. The mimicry combined with the Sharingan's illusions would be indistinguishable from the real thing. As for being exposed
, Han Yu wasn't worried.
First, the student wasn't familiar with the soul tool department. Second, the reason high-level soul masters could detect the mimicry was because the impersonator lacked the necessary strength to forcibly imitate a powerful figure; they didn't possess that aura.
It would be very easy to be exposed, but if he simulated a low-level Soul Master, Han Yu could guarantee that it would be even more convincing than the real person.
Although doing so might be a bit unfair to that student, he could always use illusion magic to transfer some of what he had learned to that student later, which would definitely be faster than learning on his own. It would
be like having a powerful expert impart their skills to him for a short period of time.
It would be a perfect cheat code, but unfortunately, he wasn't the chosen one.
As for why he chose a freshman, it was purely to reduce the risk; this was the best choice.
Having made up his mind, Han Yu said, "Teacher Mu, I only want to focus on cultivating Soul Power right now. Didn't you say that a Soul Master's strength lies in themselves? It's not too late to learn about Soul Tools when I'm stronger."
Mu Jin was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Han Yu to refuse. Then, she thought about it and realized that Han Yu was right.
Improving Soul Power was more important than anything else, and making Soul Tools also required Soul Power.
She nodded and smiled, "That's true. Then you can focus on your training from now on. I won't disturb you anymore." After
Mu Jin left, Han Yu threw herself into training her power generation techniques
and tried out all the other equipment, which was indeed better than running.
*Ding-a-ling!
* Soon it was time to leave, startling Han Yu from her training.
Han Yu turned and left the training room, returning to her dormitory, where she unexpectedly saw Tai Long.
Tai Long was startled when he saw Han Yu and said somewhat fearfully, "Boss Han Yu, you're back! I'm here to move my bed."
"Oh? Were you expelled?" Han Yu looked surprised. Zhou Yi was clearly still injured; Tai Long couldn't possibly have been expelled.
Tai Long's lips twitched, and he said helplessly, "Boss Han Yu, can't you say something auspicious? Our teacher today is called Wang Yan. Teacher Zhou Yi is still recovering and won't be back until tomorrow."
"We're not in the same class now, so I have to move to a dormitory with a class." What Tai Long didn't want to say was that he had to move purely because he was afraid of Han Yu.
Hearing this, Han Yu waved his hand, signaling Tai Long to continue.
He hadn't expected Zhou Yi's injuries to heal so quickly; it seemed they weren't as serious as he'd imagined.
After all, it was just a superficial wound, only a piece of flesh had been torn off; it wasn't a bone-breaking injury.
Shrek Academy wasn't without healing-type Soul Masters.
A quick fix, stitches, and some treatment, and the wound would be mostly healed.
He glanced at Tai Long with some pity. "Zhou Yi will be back tomorrow. Good luck, kid! "
Tai Long quickly finished getting ready, walked behind the door, suddenly turned back, revealing a set of white teeth that seemed to flash with a white light, and gave a thumbs up.
"Boss Han Yu, you're the first person who has ever made me feel fear. I admire you. Also, you were very cool when you fought Zhou Yi!"
After saying this, Tai Long turned and walked away with a deliberately nonchalant air.
"Heh! Cool, huh?"
Han Yu shook his head and chuckled, then focused on his cultivation.
The next morning arrived quickly.
As expected, he saw Zhou Yi, who was supervising Huo Yuhao and the others' running. Because she was in the distance, Zhou Yi didn't notice him.
"A few people are going to be unlucky today,"
a faint voice rang out, and Han Yu strode towards Class Nine.
Like yesterday, today's lesson was physical training, but with the addition of combat training.
Mu Jin stood on the platform and said in a deep voice, "After yesterday's physical training, I found that many students' physical fitness was quite poor. You all need to work harder."
"Today, we'll start with combat training, which is part of our daily curriculum, in addition to physical training."
"Next, you'll have some knowledge courses, such as identifying soul beasts, distinguishing their age, and understanding the skills and characteristics of each type of soul beast."
Hearing this, Han Yu became interested. Although Du Busi had taught him to identify soul beasts, it was always just a brief introduction when he remembered, without any systematic explanation.
"This should be the biggest gain I've made since coming to Shrek Academy!" Han Yu thought to himself.
"Han Yu!"
Just as Han Yu was lost in thought, Mu Jin called his name.
"Teacher Mu!"
Han Yu stood up and replied.
"From now on, you'll be the class monitor of Class 9. Today, you'll be sparring with them. Don't use your illusionary ability, and go easy on them."
"Me, the class monitor?" Han Yu was taken aback; he didn't want to be.
Class monitors usually just run errands for the teachers, and he needed to cultivate—he didn't have time.
"Ning Tian will be the vice-monitor. She'll handle things, and you'll focus on strength."
It seemed they knew Han Yu didn't want the position, so they directly found him a helper. (
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