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This disparity made Dongfang Yao even more frustrated.
Although Dongfang Jing had his eyes closed, he could clearly sense the changes in his sister's emotions behind him.
So he encouraged her, saying, "Yao'er, you've already done a fantastic job!"
"No way, I'm nowhere near as good as my brother."
"Haha, you can't compare to me. I follow the agility-based attack route, focusing on concentrating soul power into one point for extreme single-target burst damage, which is why I'm better at controlling soul power. As for you, as a power attacker, what you need is fierce offensive and destructive power."
"Now that you can control your soul power and stabilize your soul ring at yellow, you can not only conceal your special abilities but also better adjust your soul power output according to your opponent in actual combat, making you more adept at handling situations. So Yao'er, don't be discouraged!"
Encouraged by her brother, Dongfang Yao's mood brightened considerably.
Yes, my brother is so amazing, how could I possibly compare?
I don't aspire to be above my brother, but I will strive to be below him!
"Yes! Yao'er understands!"
Five months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Dongfang Yao joined the class five months after the start of the semester, so for first-year students, the semester will end in two more months.
The brother and sister's lives at Notting College have become quite routine.
In the morning, they meditate and exercise their bodies. While Dongfang Yao attends class in the morning, Dongfang Jing cultivates on the rooftop. In the afternoon, they enter the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors for special training. In the evening, the older brother tutors his younger sister. They continue meditating late at night.
On rest days, they would explore the city, balancing work and rest.
That afternoon, Dongfang Jing sat cross-legged on the roof of the dormitory building, gazing gently at the garden below.
Dongfang Yao was playing around with several newly acquainted classmates, her silvery laughter carried on the wind.
Seeing her increasingly cheerful smile, Dongfang Jing felt that her decision to send her to school was absolutely correct.
With her by his side, the little girl would inevitably harbor some secrets.
But she is completely at ease in front of her peers.
My gaze shifted slightly, and a familiar figure appeared at the school gate.
Tang San had just returned from the blacksmith's shop, his forehead still damp with sweat, and his hands tightly gripping iron parts.
Through these days of covert observation,
Dongfang Jing discovered that this "protagonist" was indeed extraordinary, and his behavior was nothing like that of a six-year-old child.
For example, Tang San's martial soul.
These work-study students from Dormitory 7, relying on the presence of Xiao Wu and Tang San, two one-ring Soul Masters, have been frequently picking fights with older students these days, insisting on taking them as their underlings.
Sometimes, Tang San would lend a hand.
He can easily lift and throw children larger than himself, use unpredictable movements to dodge attacks, or release his martial spirit to control his opponent.
In Dongfang Jing's view, his martial soul had not mutated; it was just ordinary Blue Silver Grass. It only became more abundant and longer because it absorbed a spirit ring.
When we first met at the blacksmith shop, I didn't recognize him and thought his martial spirit was his pair of fair, jade-like hands.
Now Dongfang Jing has determined that it is also a peculiar technique that seems to make one's hands hard.
In addition, Tang San would secretly cover his belt when he returned from working at the blacksmith shop every day.
And so, Tang San is now holding a piece of iron in his hand.
It's obvious that the space for the soul tool is full, and there's no other place to put it, so he has to hold it in his hand.
'Cultivation techniques, eye techniques, footwork, hand techniques, and forging skills'
Dongfang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.
He glanced casually at the shadowy corner behind Tang San.
Each time Dongfang Jing observes Tang San, he creates a mirror image and then uses the mirror body to split the soul.
After being transformed into shattered mirror, all the senses in the body will be amplified.
Therefore, Dongfang Jing always had a vague feeling that someone was secretly following Tang San.
Assassin?
Not too possible.
Tang San has many opportunities to act alone every day, so he should have killed him long ago.
So, are they protectors lurking in the shadows? Or perhaps guards?
Just as Dongfang Jing closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, he was actually secretly observing Tang San.
Tang San also raised his head as if sensing something, looking at the silver-haired boy on the roof.
Then I remembered what my teacher had told me: I didn't need to worry about the brother and sister.
A hint of indifference flashed in his eyes before he turned his gaze back to the children playing in the garden.
The cheerful calls of "Dad, Mom, Brother, Sister!" could be heard as the children played house.
A barely perceptible hint of disdain appeared at the corner of Tang San's mouth.
His teacher told him that the cultivation one undergoes before the age of twenty determines the future of a Soul Master. Reaching level thirty in Soul Power is an even more crucial threshold.
If you can cross this threshold before the age of twenty, then your future prospects will be limitless!
These wealthy people have poor talent for cultivation and are also immature. Instead of focusing on diligent cultivation, they waste their time on such childish games.
In the future, they will ultimately be people who are not on the same path as themselves.
In the garden,
Dongfang Yao, who plays the role of 'Second Sister', is having a great time playing with her classmates.
A girl playing the role of the 'eldest sister' suddenly put her hands together and asked curiously, "Second sister, I've actually wanted to ask you a very important question for a long time!"
"Go ahead and ask, sister!"
"Um... does your brother have a suitable partner?"
The moment the 'eldest sister' finished speaking,
Another girl playing the role of 'Third Sister' excitedly chimed in, "Yes, yes! What's his name? How old is he? What does he like to eat? What level is his soul power?"
Several girls simultaneously stole glances at the Oriental Mirror on the roof.
Not only the girls, but the other boys were also very curious.
Dongfang Yao was taken aback at first. Brother?
She first looked at the boy next to her, who was playing the role of the 'older brother'.
Then, following everyone's gaze, I saw that they were all craning their necks to look at Dongfang Jing, and that's when I realized what was going on.
She scratched her face sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you about my brother without his permission. But his age is okay, he's three years older than me!"
The girls immediately looked disappointed, but then curiously pressed on, "Then he should be a student, right? Why doesn't he attend classes? Is he a Soul Master?"
"Yes!" Dongfang Yao proudly puffed out her chest. "My brother is super smart, he doesn't need to go to school at all! He tutors me every day, and he's incredibly capable! There's nothing he can't do!"
She was filled with pride whenever she talked about her brother.
"Tch! What's so great about that?" a girl retorted defiantly. "I have an older brother too. My brother dares to go to the Soul Hunter Forest. Would your brother dare?"
"Hmph! The mere Soul Hunting Forest, which is kept in captivity! My brother dares to go out to sea! Does your brother dare?" Dongfang Yao was unconvinced; her brother was the most powerful!
"Go to sea?" The children were stunned.
They were inland, in a junior soul master academy, so obviously they wouldn't teach anything about sea soul masters; they had never even heard of Hanhai City.
The term "going global" is beyond the children's comprehension.
But the girl wasn't about to back down and started bragging: "My brother has two spirit rings! What about your brother?"
"My brother," Dongfang Yao hesitated for a moment, "My brother is being fought over by the Spirit Hall and all the major sects! What about your brother?"
"My brother can earn 20 gold soul coins a month!"
"My brother can earn 100 million gold soul coins a day!"
"You're just bragging! My brother would even drink his own urine!"
"You think your brother would do that? My brother would definitely dare to drink my urine!"
"My brother dares to eat my shit!"
"My brother too." Dongfang Yao suddenly stopped, looking at the classmates around her who were covering their mouths and snickering. The girl who had been arguing with her couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.
Dongfang Yao immediately exploded: "You guys are playing me!!"
She pounced on them angrily, laughing and joking with her friends.
Tang San stayed put and eavesdropped on their conversation.
I originally thought I would hear about Dongfang Jing's soul power level, but the topic ended up going further and further off track.
'Boring,' he thought to himself, shaking his head coldly.
Just as I was about to leave, I saw a large group of people from Dormitory 7 walking towards us.
Xiao Wu took the lead and waved happily when she saw Tang San: "Little San!"
Tang San walked over and asked, "Xiao Wu, what are you all doing? There are so many of you!"
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the large group of people behind Xiao Wu included not only students from Dormitory 7, but also several other senior students led by Xiao Chenyu.
Xiao Chenyu explained from the side, "We've all been completely subdued by Sister Xiaowu. From now on, she's the boss of Notting Academy! Everyone has to greet her, otherwise it's disrespectful to Sister Xiaowu! We'll teach her a lesson!"
Several older students rolled up their sleeves in cooperation, showing off their not-so-muscular physiques.
Xiao Wu proudly held her head high, quite pleased with her status as the big sister of Notting Academy.
Tang San sighed helplessly, but seeing Xiao Wu's happy expression, he didn't say anything more.
In the garden,
The children who were playing noticed the group of people and immediately became nervous.
A boy lowered his voice: "It's those work-study students! I heard they've been acting all high and mighty lately, beating up several older students!"
"Let's run away!" another child suggested in a low voice.