Xue Lei Han walked at the very back of the group, slowly lost in thought.
He was reflecting on the battle he had fought against the Shura Blade Martial Soul earlier that day.
Although Shi Jingtian was reckless, his blade techniques were completely without structure or method.
It could be said that Shi Jingtian had fought him purely relying on his soul power, brute strength, and raw force.
This was the kind of fight Xue Lei Han disliked the most.
To him, a tool soul without technique was no different from barbarians brawling.
He finally understood why Chen Xin had taught him swordsmanship when he was young.
Relying solely on soul power rank allowed one to challenge opponents of similar strength, but with sword techniques and self-created soul skills, one gained the capital to challenge across ranks.
This was also why, within the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, Sword Douluo faintly suppressed Bone Douluo.
Seeing Xue Lei Han once again deep in thought, the others lowered their voices considerably.
They knew that among the six of them, the one with the highest soul power, Xue Lei Han, was analyzing today’s spirit battle, so no one disturbed him.
Xue Lei Han heard faint quarreling sounds coming from the front of the group.
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and turned his gaze toward the front of the line.
There, Ning Rongrong was wearing a gentle smile, saying something to Dai Mubai, while Oscar beside her watched Ning Rongrong with some unwillingness.
“Ning Rongrong, don’t provoke my patience.
This is Shrek Academy, not your home.
Others may fear your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, but I, Dai Mubai, am not afraid.
If you anger me, I’ll rape you first, then kill you, then rape you again before killing you.” Dai Mubai’s eyes flashed with intense cold light as he spoke coldly.
“Enough.” Xue Lei Han stepped forward, patted Dai Mubai’s shoulder, and then calmly looked at Ning Rongrong.
“Fine, Lehuan, I’ll give you face.” Dai Mubai then gave Ning Rongrong one last cold glance.
“Remember this: this is not your home.
Don’t provoke me again, or I won’t care what your status is.” After saying this, he took large strides and headed straight into the academy.
“Lehuan Ge, he actually threatened me.” Ning Rongrong was also startled.
She hadn’t expected Dai Mubai to use soul power.
Seeing Xue Lei Han, she turned her grievance into tears and began sobbing.
“Rongrong, think back on how your several brothers and your father handled things.” Xue Lei Han gently stroked Ning Rongrong’s hair, then, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, walked into Shrek Academy.
“Think about it carefully yourself.” After saying this, Xue Lei Han disappeared from Ning Rongrong’s sight.
A sigh drifted down slowly with the wind.
“Your mood is very bad.” When Tang San returned to the dormitory, he saw Xue Lei Han sitting cross-legged on the bed cultivating.
Sensing an unstable cold force, he deduced that Xue Lei Han’s emotions were fluctuating.
“Mhm.” Xue Lei Han opened his eyes, a trace of helplessness flashing through them.
Tang San spread out his bedding and patted the dust off the bed sheet.
“Is it because of Ning Rongrong?” “Yes.” “What is your relationship with Ning Rongrong?” Tang San was also somewhat curious.
He had heard Ning Rongrong call Xue Lei Han “Lehuan Ge,” so they must have known each other before.
Xue Lei Han let out a helpless sigh and said, “She is my sworn sister.” Tang San sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes still on Xue Lei Han, signaling for him to continue.
“In the past, if she suffered any grievance and I saw it, I would help her, just like how you protect Xiao Wu.” Xue Lei Han glanced at Tang San and continued, “But as she grew older, Ning Rongrong’s personality became more and more lawless.
Even I sometimes feel she is truly unreasonable and makes a fuss over nothing.
But she is still my sworn sister, you understand?” Tang San recalled the years he had spent with Xiao Wu and nodded.
“I understand you.” “As for Dean Flender’s actions this time, I fully support them.
Her personality really needs to change.
It’s just that I can’t help feeling a little reluctant.” After voicing what was in his heart, Xue Lei Han felt much better.
Once he had spoken his worries, Xue Lei Han’s mood gradually calmed, and he once again entered a state of cultivation.
Tang San looked at Xue Lei Han, who had just poured out his troubles to him, and then at the calm, peaceful Xue Lei Han now cultivating.
“Xue Lei Han is actually someone with a cold face but a warm heart.” After saying this, Tang San smiled faintly, turned over, and fell asleep.
He still felt somewhat happy.
Seeing Xue Lei Han, who usually seemed immersed in cultivation and detached from emotions, suddenly confiding in him was unexpected.
Although Xue Lei Han appeared cold on the surface, he was actually a person of deep feelings.
This made Tang San feel that Xue Lei Han was not so distant from him.
Xue Lei Han also sighed inwardly, hoping Ning Rongrong could think things through.
Then he exhaled a breath of turbid air and continued to feel the sword’s emptiness.
Early morning.
Xue Lei Han opened his eyes and withdrew all the faint, lingering cold intent back into his heart.
Seeing that Tang San’s bed was already empty and Oscar was still sound asleep, Xue Lei Han put the sword in his arms back into its scabbard.
“Tang San’s perseverance is quite good.” The plan for the day begins in the morning; Xue Lei Han understood this principle well.
He quickly washed up, hung the sword at his left waist, then closed the door behind him.
He arrived at the small forest not far from the cafeteria and drew the Azure Rose Sword.
He did not release his soul rings; this was purely physical sword technique practice.
Controlling his wrist, Xue Lei Han unleashed a series of sword qi thrusts into the air.
He had already thrust no fewer than a hundred times, filling the forest with surging sword qi.
This thrusting technique was something Xue Lei Han had learned while watching a palace guard with a long spear tool soul practicing in the imperial palace.
The long spear stabbed rapidly into wooden stakes with speed, accuracy, and stability.
Xue Lei Han had memorized the trajectory of his spear thrusts at the time, then made slight modifications to turn the fierce spear method into his own sword technique.
After thrusting several hundred times, Xue Lei Han slowly inhaled, then exhaled.
Wiping away the faint sweat on his forehead, Xue Lei Han sighed softly.
Not being able to take a bath was still somewhat hard for him to endure.
But he did not complain.
When he had asked Teacher Qin Ming earlier, he had already gained a clear understanding of Shrek Academy’s teaching facilities.
He then slowly walked toward the cafeteria and found that Tang San had arrived earliest, his breakfast was already finished.
He nodded at Tang San, ladled himself a bowl of porridge, took two eggs, and sat down on a long bench in the corner to eat.
At the same time, his mind was rapidly thinking about the next opportunity that could allow his sword path to break through.
Dai Mubai arrived at the cafeteria right after Xue Lei Han.
He only nodded when he saw Xue Lei Han and Tang San, his face extremely gloomy.
Next came Xiao Wu, followed by Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing.
Ma Hongjun saw Dai Mubai’s gloomy face and didn’t dare say anything.
During the meal, only Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged a few brief words.
The entire breakfast was eaten in a very heavy atmosphere.
By the time everyone had finished breakfast, Oscar and Ning Rongrong still had not appeared.
The class bell rang.
Xue Lei Han wiped his mouth, hung the Azure Rose Sword at his waist again, and headed toward the training field.
The dean and teachers had not yet arrived, but there was already one person on the field—Ning Rongrong.
Oscar was nowhere to be seen.
Xue Lei Han saw that her usually smiling face now looked somewhat haggard, her eyes red.
It seemed she had cried all night.
He gritted his teeth, glanced at the dazed-looking Ning Rongrong, and said nothing.
Tang San noticed Xue Lei Han’s fists clenching and unclenching, and recalling what Xue Lei Han had said last night, he couldn’t help but sigh in empathy.
The one teaching them today was still Dean Flender.
Xue Lei Han and the others waited a full quarter of an hour before the dean finally sauntered over.
Flender’s gaze first landed on Ning Rongrong, but he said nothing.
Looking at the seven people standing before him, he frowned.
“Where’s Oscar?
Today’s class can’t start without him.
Is he sleeping in again?” “Tang San, go wake Oscar up,” Flender ordered.
Tang San had just turned around when he saw Oscar hurrying over from the dormitory direction.
However, there was no panic on his face about being late—only excitement.
Xue Lei Han silently used his soul power to sense the soul force fluctuations around Oscar and immediately understood.
“Oscar, do you want to run laps again?” Dean Flender glared at him.
Oscar quickly shook his head.
“No, Dean, please listen to my explanation.
I broke through.
I’ve reached level thirty.” “What?” Not only Flender, but everyone looked at Oscar in surprise at the same time, including Ning Rongrong.
Xue Lei Han understood how difficult cultivation was for a food-type soul master.
If the breakthrough opportunity for assault-type soul masters was endless combat, then what was it for food-type soul masters?
Xue Lei Han and Yu Tianheng had spent a long time encouraging Yue Fengling, because as assault-type soul masters themselves, they understood the difficulties food-type soul masters faced in cultivation.
This made Oscar’s soul power advancement even more valuable.
Moreover, food-type soul masters were highly sought after in the military.
In the Heaven Dou Empire’s army, one food-type soul master was assigned for every five thousand soul masters to provide support.
Although he didn’t know the Star Luo Empire’s military configuration, it should be similar to Heaven Dou’s.
An army with a food-type soul master supporting it was undoubtedly fearsome.
Some food-type martial souls could replenish soul power, some could heal wounds, and some could even guarantee survival after consumption in what would otherwise be a fatal situation.
The latter, however, was only a hypothesis recorded in a book in the Heaven Dou Imperial Library.
But those who successfully cultivated it were extremely rare, which highlighted just how valuable and rare food-type soul masters were.
Oscar might become a powerhouse at the Title Douluo level, just like Yue Fengling.
Xue Lei Han was the first to recover from the surprise.
“Oscar, congratulations.” Flender’s eyes also lit up.
“Good, good.
Oscar, you have not disappointed me.
You are the third student to reach level thirty.
On behalf of the academy, I congratulate you.” Everyone else also stepped forward to congratulate Oscar one after another.
Yue Fengling and Oscar were the most talented food-type soul masters Xue Lei Han had ever seen.
There was no third.
“Alright, today’s class will now begin.” Flender clapped his hands, pulling everyone back from congratulating Oscar.
“Today’s class is very simple.
Oscar, you are today’s main character.
For today’s lesson, everyone except Oscar must eat at least one of each of the two types of sausages created from Oscar’s soul power.”