Soul Land: Full Body Martial Soul

However, when Yang Xiong found Zhao Wuji, he couldn't help but feel amused and want to laugh at the sight before him.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji appeared extremely miserable and battered. His face was bruised and swollen, and he seemed to be nursing various injuries. Moreover, these appeared to be only external wounds and damage. It seemed that someone had simply wanted to teach Zhao Wuji a thorough lesson without causing permanent harm.

Yang Xiong felt speechless for several moments. It had been merely a simple entrance examination, so how had the situation escalated to what appeared to be bullying of an authority figure? Moreover, Zhao Wuji had obviously held back considerably from beginning to end, purely wanting to test the strength and capabilities of the newly enrolled students.

Zhao Wuji seemed somewhat embarrassed and also noticeably annoyed. "Yang Xiong, isn't today your first official day of school? What are you seeking me out for?"

Yang Xiong quickly responded with respect, "Teacher Zhao, I heard that you are responsible for the academy's combat training programs, and I would very much like to receive your personal guidance."

Zhao Wuji displayed obvious irritation. "Flender should want you to restore your condition to optimal levels. Tonight will mark your first real class, and you'll need to experience combat then."

Yang Xiong smiled with determination. "Spirit masters of my current level can no longer provide me with sufficient pressure or challenge. I want to test myself against truly strong opponents, especially masters of your caliber, Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Wuji warned seriously, "You need to think this through carefully. I'm not in a particularly good mood today, and I want to vent my frustrations. I might not be able to hold back properly and could end up injuring you severely. That would make attending your class today quite problematic."

Yang Xiong nodded with understanding. "Teacher Zhao, please don't worry about that. I won't allow anything to delay the academy's scheduled classes. Besides, I have a general understanding of what tonight's class will entail."

Zhao Wuji considered this carefully before responding. "Very well, I also want to engage in some combat. Since you've come to seek me out, don't blame me for being impolite or holding back."

After some brief communication and preparation, the two proceeded to the back mountain training area to engage in combat.

Throughout the entire intense process, even when Yang Xiong exerted his absolute best effort, he found himself almost completely suppressed in battle against a Spirit Saint of Zhao Wuji's caliber. When Yang Xiong's spirit power became completely exhausted, and even his physical strength reached its limits, his body was covered with various injuries and wounds. He appeared relatively miserable overall, and even the clothes on his body had become somewhat tattered and torn.

Zhao Wuji began to feel some regret and concern. "Let's conclude today's training session here. Would you like me to help arrange for someone to treat your injuries?"

Yang Xiong slumped exhaustedly on the ground. "Thank you for your consideration, Teacher Zhao. My body and martial spirit possess some special characteristics, and I carry healing medicines with me. This shouldn't delay tonight's class."

After speaking, Yang Xiong retrieved several medicinal herbs from his spirit tool and consumed them. Sure enough, the injuries covering his body began to show signs of relief and improvement.

Zhao Wuji shook his head with amazement. "You really are quite the little monster. Your combat abilities are impressive in all aspects, but you're still too young, and your spirit power level remains too low for your ambitions."

Yang Xiong asked hopefully, "Teacher Zhao, would it be possible for me to request your guidance on a daily basis in the future?"

Zhao Wuji appeared puzzled by this request. "Haven't you been taught enough for one day? You should understand that if I accidentally fail to hold back properly, you might end up permanently disabled."

Yang Xiong smiled with genuine appreciation. "Thank you for your concern, Teacher Zhao. I carry substantial amounts of recovery medicine with me, so there shouldn't be any risk of serious permanent injury. Besides, my martial spirit possesses special characteristics, and it can only become stronger through continuous combat and challenges."

"Of course, I realize this was somewhat demanding of you just now, Teacher Zhao. Please allow me to invite you to a restaurant for dinner later as a gesture of gratitude."

Zhao Wuji shook his head firmly. "Combat education for students represents my official job responsibility at Shrek Academy. Shrek Academy requires that there should be no inappropriate exchange of benefits between teachers and students, so dinner won't be necessary."

"However, you little monster are quite unusual in your approach. While others spend their time meditating quietly in the dormitory, you pay much greater attention to physical fitness training. Aren't you concerned that your spirit power development might not be able to keep pace in the future?"

Yang Xiong responded with sincerity, "Thank you for your concern, Teacher Zhao. This represents my personal approach to cultivation. It's perfectly normal to be somewhat different from conventional methods."

Zhao Wuji sighed with resignation and departed from the training area.

Yang Xiong watched Zhao Wuji's retreating figure and felt that this instructor was becoming increasingly admirable and endearing. This was truly an authentic person, and a rare individual who didn't pursue personal interests or benefits.

After Zhao Wuji left the area, Yang Xiong directly located some nearby water sources, then retrieved his specially crafted iron bucket from his spirit tool. He soaked his entire body in a prepared medicinal bath.

After each intense battle, especially following each injury, the effectiveness of the medicinal bath would prove much more beneficial. Yang Xiong could even feel his body becoming noticeably stronger through this process.

Given Yang Xiong's current physical condition and recovery abilities, he could heal relatively quickly even without the medicinal bath treatment. However, the medicinal bath seemed capable of stimulating his body more effectively, particularly his unique martial spirit.

When Yang Xiong changed into clean clothes and returned to the dormitory, Tang San was still seated on his bed engaged in meditation, while Oscar had not yet returned from his activities.

Tang San possessed remarkably sensitive senses. "Yang Xiong, I can detect the aroma of medicinal materials emanating from your body. What happened to cause those injuries? Did you have some kind of conflict with other people?"

Yang Xiong smiled reassuringly. "The injuries on my body are nothing serious. These resulted from requesting combat training guidance from Teacher Zhao just now. They should heal and recover soon enough."

"As for the medicinal aroma you're detecting, I maintain a habit of taking medicinal baths after each battle, so you don't need to worry about it."

Although Tang San displayed obvious curiosity after hearing this explanation, since everyone had only recently met and weren't yet familiar with each other, he closed his eyes and continued his cultivation practice.

Yang Xiong then returned to his own bed and began his evening meditation.

Soon evening arrived, and everyone gathered once again on the academy's main training ground.

However, Flender's facial expression didn't appear particularly pleased. "Oscar, Ning Rongrong, have you both completed the assigned twenty laps?"

Oscar replied respectfully, "Dean, I have finished running the required distance."

Flender snorted with cold displeasure. "I'm asking both of you. Ning Rongrong, have you also completed your twenty laps?"

Ning Rongrong seemed rather indifferent and dismissive. "The distance was far too long, and I became too hungry. I simply couldn't continue running."

Flender's face displayed obvious coldness and anger. "So instead you went to Soto City alone, strolled around the Soto City commercial district several times, and only returned just now."

Ning Rongrong also became noticeably angry. "You're actually monitoring and spying on me?"

Flender smiled with barely controlled rage. "As the dean of this academy, I must pay careful attention to the safety of each and every one of you. You left the academy without proper permission and failed to complete the tasks assigned by the academy. You are not worthy of being called an excellent spirit master at all. If this were an actual battlefield situation, I'm afraid you would have been subject to military justice long ago."

Ning Rongrong responded defiantly, "This is merely a school, not a military camp, and these are just trivial small matters."

Flender nodded with grim determination. "In your privileged eyes, it may indeed be just a small matter, but in my perspective, academy rules and regulations are above everything else. Now I'm giving you two clear choices - either pack your belongings and leave immediately, or prove that you possess the determination to remain here."

Yang Xiong observed Ning Rongrong's facial expression from the sidelines, though he secretly hoped that Ning Rongrong would simply turn around and leave. That would allow him to depart from this place as well.

Ning Rongrong seemed unusually angry and offended. "You want me to leave? Flender, who exactly do you think you are? You're merely a small Spirit Saint."

The surrounding students were genuinely shocked upon hearing this declaration, and even Dai Mubai's face became unusually solemn and serious. Obviously, Spirit Saints were indeed considered masters throughout the spirit master world.

Flender remained unusually calm despite the insult. "That's absolutely correct - I am indeed just a small spirit master, far inferior to your prestigious Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. However, you are currently just a Spirit Grandmaster. Even if you represent the most talented disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial spirit in recorded history, the difference in power between you and me remains vast. What spirit masters compare is not political influence, but spirit power. Since you look down upon this place with such disdain, then please leave immediately."

Flender seemed to glance meaningfully at everyone present, especially Yang Xiong. "Our Shrek Academy doesn't desperately need one additional student. Anyone who violates academy rules and regulations can leave."

Ning Rongrong was shaking with pure anger. "Flender, how dare you speak to me this way? I've lived my entire life, and you're the first person who has ever dared to address me like this."

Flender smiled with sinister satisfaction. "What wouldn't I dare to do? Shrek Academy represents my territory, and even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School cannot interfere here. Your father may be reluctant to properly discipline you, but I have absolutely nothing to be reluctant about. In my assessment, any other student here is stronger than you, and despite possessing a powerful martial spirit, you bring shame to it."

Ning Rongrong became frantic with anxiety. "You claimed they are all stronger than me - in what ways are they stronger?"

Flender smiled coldly as he began his devastating comparison. "Dai Mubai broke through to Spirit Elder at the age of thirteen, possesses the top-tier beast martial spirit White Tiger. Do you have the confidence to break through to Spirit Elder before age thirteen? Even if you might advance faster than him, his combat experience far exceeds yours."

"Tang San and Xiao Wu are already level twenty-nine at the age of twelve, one full level higher than your spirit power. In terms of available resources and cultivation environment, both of them are far inferior to your advantages."

"As for the others, what I observe is that they are all working diligently to become stronger. Even if their current spirit power doesn't match yours, it will be effortless for them to surpass you in the future."

Ning Rongrong seemed unwilling to accept this assessment. "What about Oscar and Yang Xiong? Are those two also supposedly stronger than me?"

Flender responded with conviction, "You are completely wrong in that assumption. In terms of natural talent, Oscar actually surpasses Mubai. Have you ever encountered a food-type spirit master born with full innate spirit power?"

"As for Yang Xiong, although his spirit power level doesn't currently match yours, his combat abilities and physical fitness are probably the strongest among all of you, even surpassing Mubai's capabilities. Moreover, his martial spirit possesses special characteristics, and he may embark on an entirely new path within the spirit master world."

The surrounding students expressed surprise upon hearing this assessment, and they all began examining Yang Xiong with new interest, especially Dai Mubai and Tang San, who had both been very confident in their own combat abilities.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong seemed unable to withstand the psychological blow, and actually ran crying toward the dormitory area.

Yang Xiong quickly spoke after watching Ning Rongrong's departure. "Dean, please allow me to go check on Rongrong. I'll return shortly."

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