Meng Tao An ordinary, unremarkable genius, Today, as usual, he came down from the roof, He clenched his fist, feeling the soul power growing within his body.
Very good, today he had become a little stronger again.
Looking at the hazy sky.
Another plain and unadorned day had begun, First, he steamed a few buns.
Then he began to wash up.
Martial Soul Possession.
Soul power surged out from his hand.
In an instant, Zhu Xian appeared, He took the steamed buns and hung them on Zhu Xian’s body.
“Then let’s begin.
Let’s see how long it will take me to catch up to you today.” Meng Tao looked at Zhu Xian.
“Hmph hmph.” And so it began.
He ran towards the school in one breath, Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy, a junior academy that cultivates soul masters.
Most of the students were children with soul power from surrounding villages, as well as people from the city.
Most people lived in the school dormitories.
While some who lived close to the school chose to commute, …
Zhu Xian charged into the academy like a vanguard.
Meng Tao was still about 10 meters away from the finish line, “Huff, huff.” “Looks like I still can’t outrun you.” Meng Tao said with slight panting.
After resting for a while, he ate breakfast by the water pool outside, “Meng brother, why are you eating here?
Didn’t I tell you a long time ago to come eat breakfast with me on the second floor?” Troublesome Person No.
1 had arrived.
“Thank you, Brother Xiao.
Brother Xiao, I’m used to eating at home.” Meng Tao looked at the other party and said with a smile.
Xiao Chenyu, a fourth-year student, Martial Soul Wolf, currently level 8 soul power.
His father was the City Lord of Nuoding City.
Ever since he heard that a genius who was already a soul master had joined the first year, he came to befriend Meng Tao and called him brother.
He said he would cover him at school, and if anyone dared to bully him, just report his name.
But who would provoke a soul master?
As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling face.
Meng Tao thus befriended him.
But some of his kindness made Meng Tao feel quite annoyed.
Young people should act like young people, but instead of cultivating properly, he played around all day.
This made Meng Tao feel somewhat speechless.
Brother Xiao was talking about some interesting things that had happened recently.
After a while, Meng Tao finished eating, “Brother Xiao, it seems it’s time for class.
Let’s go.” “Oh right, after school today I’ll take you out to have fun.” “Brother Xiao, thank you.
I appreciate your kindness, but I feel that at our current age, we should focus on cultivation.
After all, strength is the hard truth!” How could Brother Xiao not know these principles!
It was just that his own cultivation progressed slowly with no results, which made him somewhat self-abandoned.
“You’re right.” Brother Xiao smiled somewhat reluctantly.
Looking at the dejected young man in front of him, Meng Tao felt a bit soft-hearted.
Cough cough, it was time to pour some chicken soup.
“Effort does not necessarily lead to success.
But without effort, there will definitely be no success.
Hundreds of years ago, the City Lord of Black Iron City, Xiao Huohuo, had a weakening talent and was even annulled at his doorstep.
However, he persisted unremittingly and cultivated hard every day.
In the end, relying solely on his trash mixed Martial Soul ruler, he cultivated to the rank of Title Douluo.
His Flame Dividing Wave Ruler is still considered unparalleled in the soul master world today!
He is known as the Flame Emperor Douluo.” Hearing this passionate story, Brother Xiao also made up his mind.
He would work hard at cultivation from now on.
“You’re right, I will work hard.
By the way, how come I’ve never heard of this Douluo?
His Martial Soul is clearly a ruler, so why is he called Flame Emperor Douluo?” Meng Tao smiled and said, “I’ve read a lot of books.
I saw this in one of them.
And don’t pay attention to these details.” After that, the two went to their respective classes.
The content of the class was so boring, teaching only some basic knowledge.
Such as characters and so on.
Therefore, Meng Tao worked on improving his soul power control.
He formed his soul power into a thin layer covering the book.
But this was not an easy task.
These days he had not succeeded yet.
Soul power gathered in his hand always formed a lump.
It was very difficult to turn it into a thin layer covering an object.
But it was precisely because it was difficult that he needed to train.
There were also banging sounds of hitting trees outside, That’s right, Zhu Xian was practicing outside, How to hit trees in the most energy-saving way, how to hit trees so that he wouldn’t feel pain, Every two hours, Meng Tao would release and recall his Martial Soul once.
“Good, this class is over,” the teacher said.
After class ended, A group of children surrounded Meng Tao, “Big brother, big brother, what are you doing, Big brother, release your Martial Soul for us to see, Big brother, am I awesome or not, Big brother…” Meng Tao looked at the group of little kids around him.
It felt like 10,000 Tang Monks were chanting in his ears.
Oh, the pain.
He couldn’t hit them, and he couldn’t scold them either.
Occasionally, a few were even wailing and crying beside him.
Meng Tao “I cry, why does going to school feel different from what I imagined!” Such a plain and dull day.
This was his day at school.
And so, time flew by.
A year passed, and Meng Tao entered the second grade.
His control over his Martial Soul and soul power became more and more proficient.
He was now level 15.
Advancing four levels in a year sounded somewhat terrifying.
But this was happening to a genius, and it was after he had already become a soul master, So it was acceptable.
Zhu Xian had also grown a lot.
His body was now about 1.2 meters long, That day after class, in the grove at the school.
Zhu Xian was hitting a tree.
Beside him, one tree had already been knocked down.
It was a tree with a 40cm diameter.
Through a year of persistent daily hitting without using soul power, he had knocked it down.
He was now hitting an even larger tree.
Every impact would produce rustling sounds.
That was the sound of leaves shaking.
“Cultivating your Martial Soul in this way?
You seem quite creative.” Meng Tao turned his head and saw the principal and a middle-aged man.
This man looked about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair parted 7:3, and a very ordinary appearance.
His hands were behind his back, He had a special aura about him.
But he looked very dispirited.
Could it be him?