After finishing his theory class, Yun Ming returned to his small courtyard to eat. Because of his practice of Absolute Dominance, his diet had very high nutritional requirements. Yang Wudi had specifically assigned someone to be responsible for procuring Yun Ming's dietary needs, all of which were highly nourishing items cooked with Soul Beast meat and various medicinal herbs. Others could manage a meal like this occasionally, but they couldn't digest it if eaten daily, so Yun Ming did not eat with the others at the clan school.
After finishing his lunch—two hearty dishes consisting of Ten Thousand Year Silver Mastiff Pig Blood Soup and Thousand Year Firelight Crane Leg Rice—Yun Ming returned to the clan school to continue his lessons for the day.
The afternoon class was Physical Education, and there was a Basic Pharmacology Class in the evening.
During the Physical Education class, after the clan instructor issued the running task, Yang Yi locked onto Yun Ming, keeping a close eye on him the entire time. The same went for the other events in the class, such as frog jumps, dragging cauldrons, and so on; as long as it was something that could be compared, Yang Yi insisted on competing with Yun Ming.
Yun Ming didn't indulge Yang Yi, refusing to let him win a single event. However, since Yun Ming was two years younger, winning wasn't easy; it was a case of "inflicting a thousand wounds on the enemy while suffering eight hundred oneself," but he still managed to give Yang Yi a grueling afternoon of crushing defeats.
As for the pharmacology class, except for a few like Yun Ming who had an interest in medicine, the others found it quite difficult, with Yang Lin being the representative of this struggle. He was truly on the verge of tears; clearly, many of the medicinal herbs looked the same to him, yet they didn't share the same name. By the end of the class, he had nearly driven the clan instructor to madness.
By the time the day's lessons were over and Yun Ming returned to his small courtyard, the bright moon was already hanging high in the sky.
After washing up, Yun Ming began to practice Absolute Dominance. But the moment he started circulating the technique, Yun Ming discovered that practicing Absolute Dominance today seemed even smoother than it had been over the past half-month; his blood, Soul Power, and Spiritual Power were all more active than ever before.
During the circulation of Absolute Dominance, a sense of power he had never felt before surged through his entire body, as if all his meridians had opened up; the feeling was simply wonderful. His limbs and bones felt a tingling sensation brought on by growth.
Two hours later, Yun Ming opened his eyes. If anyone were in the room, they would see his eyes surging with spiritual light—clear, bright, and crystal-clear, as distinct as agate, exuding a unique charm. Yun Ming felt the accumulation of his Soul Power after this session; compared to before, the rate of accumulation had increased by ten percent. This improvement didn't seem large, but over time, it would be a very considerable figure. To find the reason, Yun Ming began to sort through what was different today compared to usual, whispering to himself.
"Today I went to the clan school, practiced spear arts, studied, beat up Yang Yi, ate, did physical training, and studied pharmacology."
A flash of insight crossed Yun Ming's eyes, and he quickly found the source of the issue. Practicing spear arts, fighting, and eating were things he had done every day for the past half-month; the only difference was that today's physical training was more intense. Because of the high-intensity physical competition with Yang Yi in the afternoon, Yun Ming was exceptionally tired today. It seemed it was the exhaustion; after all, it couldn't be that academic study had increased his cultivation speed! Otherwise, that Great Master of Martial Soul theory, A Certain Yu, wouldn't still be at that level of cultivation.
After figuring out the crux of the matter, Yun Ming went to sleep. Due to the unique nature of Absolute Dominance, every time Yun Ming practiced, he consumed blood and Spiritual Power. Blood could be replenished by eating high-nutrition meals, while the best way to recover Spiritual Power, aside from rare and priceless treasures, was sleep. Therefore, Yun Ming still had to sleep for two hours every day. He couldn't endure the pain of replacing sleep entirely with meditation, as it would be detrimental to his cultivation.
Compared to other geniuses on the continent who didn't sleep all year round, Yun Ming's daily routine of meditation was much more comfortable. Perhaps Yang Ying's blessing for her son had taken effect, allowing Yun Ming to instinctively remember Absolute Dominance even after losing the memories of his past life's secret techniques!
From then on, Yun Ming entered a peaceful period of foundational development.
Six years later.
Somewhere on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
A large snake, about six meters long with scales that shimmered with a spiritual light amidst their dark black color, scrambled out of the dense forest in a panic. Seeing a small river with rushing water not far away, the large snake's dark yellow vertical pupils lit up, as if it had seen hope, and it crawled toward the river with even greater effort.
As the snake emerged from the forest, its broken black scales and the miserable sight of its incessant bleeding were exposed to the sunlight.
But just as the snake was less than ten meters from the river, a silver light shot out from the forest behind it, blasting toward the snake. In the blink of an eye, it caught up to the snake, pinning its tail to the ground.
With its tail pierced through, the snake let out a shrill hiss of pain, which contained not only agony but also a deep sense of despair.
"Hiss~!"
As the silver light dissipated, it revealed a completely transparent long spear with ethereal silver patterns. Judging by the length of the shaft exposed on the ground, most of the spear was buried underground, showing the immense force behind the strike.
The snake thrashed about, struggling to break free, but before it could, three figures emerged from the forest behind. The leader held a twelve-foot-long dark black spear, and six Soul Rings of different colors pulsed around his body; he was a Soul Emperor level Soul Master. Seeing the snake pinned to the ground and struggling frantically, a red glow flared on his body. Then, the man tapped his toes on the ground, his figure surging forward like a black shadow, appearing above the snake's head. He brandished the long spear in his hand and struck directly at the snake's seven-inch mark.
The snake's vital heart was struck, cutting off its blood supply, and it was knocked unconscious in a single blow.
After the snake was knocked out, the long spear pinning it to the ground vanished. The Soul Emperor checked the snake to confirm it wasn't dead, then let out a sigh of relief. The snake had already been severely injured, and after taking two more strikes, the Soul Emperor was truly afraid he might have killed it outright.
In the blink of an eye, the other two people who had come out of the forest arrived at the snake's side. Before they even got close, the cold-looking youth in black asked the powerful Soul Emperor anxiously.
"Uncle Hong, this Mystic Spirit Python isn't dead, is it?"
The Soul Emperor known as "Uncle Hong" replied.
"It's still alive!"
Before the black-clad youth could let his guard down, he heard the other add a sentence.
"But looking at the state of this Mystic Spirit Python, with its life hanging by a thread, it's hard to say how much longer it will live!"
Hearing this, the black-clad youth didn't say much. He raised his right hand, and a black long spear identical to his "Uncle Hong's" appeared in his hand, though it had four fewer Soul Rings. He then thrust it directly into the heart of the Mystic Spirit Python, piercing it through. The Mystic Spirit Python twitched a few times and then stopped moving; it was likely already near death anyway. A brilliant purple Soul Ring floated above its head. Then the youth said to his Uncle Hong.
"This should do it!"
After saying this, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate to adjust his state before absorbing the Soul Ring. Seeing the black-clad youth begin to meditate, the Soul Emperor praised the other white-clad youth who had followed them.
"Ming Er, thanks to that spear of yours, otherwise this Mystic Spirit Python might have really gotten away."
The white-clad youth smiled slightly and replied calmly.
"Uncle Hong is joking. Even if I hadn't acted, I believe this Mystic Spirit Python wouldn't have been able to escape your grasp!"
The Soul Emperor felt pleased upon hearing the white-clad youth say this. Although what the youth said wasn't necessarily true, the fact that he was so considerate made him feel good. If his own brat were here, he would surely be mocking his old man right now for a Soul Emperor almost letting a thousand-year-old Soul Beast escape from his hands.
"That's true!", the spear-wielding Soul Emperor replied calmly, though his expression didn't hide his pride.
These three were all members of the Breaking Clan. The black-clad youth was the former top genius of the Breaking Clan, Yang Yi, and the Soul Emperor was the spear art instructor for the current generation of the Yang Family, Yang Hong.
The last white-clad youth was none other than our protagonist, Yun Ming.
ps: Original characters will appear soon. Who could it be?
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