Chapter 171: It's quite difficult to pretend that stepping on an ant takes a lot of effort

Until Wu Yu returned to her own comforting bedroom, she still hadn't come to her senses, and in her heart there was always an unreal feeling.

As a result, Wu Yu tossed and turned all night.

Le Zhengling actually really wants to teach her; in Wu Yu's view, someone like Le Zhengling, who is tremendously talented and astonishingly powerful, should first unleash a wave of verbal humiliation, saying things like "what, you lowly peasant also deserve?" and then disdainfully finish her off.

Clearly having personally seen herself secretly learn the soul skill Sovereign of the World, she still teaches herself without holding a grudge; does this world really have such a dreamlike person?

"Aren't you afraid I'll surpass you?"

Wu Yu recalled the golden-haired girl's expression when she asked Le Zhengling this evening; her own face also showed a half-smile.

"If you can do it, I'll be very happy."

Faced with the provocation, the golden-haired girl showed no anger at all; instead, she revealed an inexplicable delight and joy.

But this delight made Wu Yu feel even more deafening than contemptuous disdain; it was an extreme, lofty pity—what arrogance this woman possesses!

Because of pity, she doesn't care that the powerful ultimate move Sovereign of the World was learned by another; it's as if she's certain no one will ever be her opponent.

Moreover, the name of her self-created soul skill, Sovereign of the World? Wu Yu curled up in the blankets, her dark-red pupils rippling; it felt as if a suppressed emotion kept surging in her heart.

She must make her face herself; thinking of that aloof, indifferent deep-purple gaze, Wu Yu, with her legs tucked under the blankets, couldn't help but exert more force.

What a noble and beautiful person she is, especially that radiant, sun-like golden long hair.

She really, really wanted to tidy herself up properly the next morning; for some reason, Wu Yu, after a long time, took care of herself well.

Even though she usually acts like a gloomy tomboy, her face is indeed not bad; when she dresses up nicely, she looks quite pretty.

Lan Ba Academy, the president's office.

Except for the Fearclaw Bear soul master Shangguan Tian still lying in the infirmary, the entire team was nearly all present.

Nowadays, aside from a food-system soul master discarded by Qian Renxue for having no special traits, she has already subdued the remaining six.

In the Continental Soul Master Elite Tournament, food-system soul masters are of little use; this kind of soul master only functions on the battlefield, and is also the easiest to find work among all systems.

Qian Renxue never expected that the Lan Ba Academy representative team now had a hint of her past life's student council; she could freely rearrange the entire academy's class schedule, yet as team captain she still had to do paperwork.

Liu Erlong originally didn't care about affairs, and now she's directly handed over the entire academy to Qian Renxue; institute teachers report everything to her here, making her seem like a vice-dean of the academy—no one knows what Liu Erlong's brain is thinking.

"Bang!" With everyone's strange gazes, Wu Yu walked straight in.

"Good morning! Big Sis Wu Yu."

Doudou, who was sitting on the sofa making tea for everyone, immediately waved and greeted, pointing at Qian Renxue to indicate.

"Mm, morning."

Wu Yu nodded, returning the greeting.

"Holy shit, Wu Yu this tomboy actually knows how to put on makeup."

Han Chenyu, who was assisting Qian Renxue, almost had her jaw drop.

Mo Xiangran and Chi Yucan noticed Wu Yu's purpose was very clear; as they walked straight toward Qian Renxue's desk, the two quickly stepped forward to block.

"Wu Yu, don't cause trouble. The captain is busy now; she has no time to receive you. If you want to challenge, you must wait until the captain finishes her work!"

"You don't want to end up in the infirmary either, Wu Yu; I advise you to be sensible!"

"Get lost!"

Wu Yu stared coldly, pushed the two aside, walked up to Qian Renxue, and her icy dark-red eyes softened a bit.

Seeing the pile of documents before her, Wu Yu said, "Do you need my help?"

Han Chenyu muttered, "Good grief, is my hearing bad? You barbarian still helping? Not causing trouble would already be good."

Qian Renxue originally wanted Wu Yu to help her too, since she wasn't interested in such paperwork, but hearing Han Chenyu's words, she immediately refused.

"No need."

Wu Yu glared at the grinning Han Chenyu, then sat down on the nearby sofa by herself, waiting patiently.

Han Chenyu looked smug, still wanting to vie for power with me? No way! Thanks to yesterday's bowing, he, Han Chenyu, has truly become the second-in-command of Lan Ba Academy!

After a while, Qian Renxue, somewhat impatient, tossed aside the documents in her hands and pushed the remaining bulk of work onto Han Chenyu.

"As the team's soul figure, these important documents requiring oversight and decision are all handed to you; you won't disappoint me, right?"

Han Chenyu burst with unexpected joy, trembling as he took the thick documents: "Captain, captain, really all handed to me?"

Qian Renxue nodded, eyes filled with encouragement: "Young person, are you ready to climb upward?"

"Yes! Always ready! I, the subordinate, am willing to bow and exhaust myself for the captain, even unto death!"

Han Chenyu's excited tears welled up; this is the enlightened lord! I truly don't know which lifetime's merit earned him such fortune to meet such a great captain! After fooling Han Chenyu into working for her for free, Qian Renxue rose, stretched, glanced at the properly seated Wu Yu, and said, "Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

Wu Yu watched Qian Renxue's decisive and efficient manner, and a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

Qian Renxue didn't answer, simply walked straight out of the office.

The others hurriedly followed, leaving only Han Chenyu with a bewildered look, shouting: "Ah, you all left, won't you leave an assistant for me? I need a secretary! How can there be a president without a little secretary!"

Soon, the group arrived at the tree grove behind the academy's teaching building; Qian Renxue prepared to conduct Wu Yu's final intensive training.

Soon, Wu Yu, surrounded, heard Qian Renxue's calm voice: straight to the point, extremely brutal.

"Attack."

Wu Yu blinked, "What?"

"With the determination to kill me, attack me; real combat is the most useful, saving a lot of time." Qian Renxue then turned around and softly said, "Just like your life-and-death battle yesterday in the Grand Soul Duel, give it your all."

Wu Yu's face showed a mix of emotions; she carefully asked, "Does Dean Liu Erlong know I went to that place?"

"Your position is what she told me; what do you think?"

Wu Yu first looked stunned, then at the calm-faced Qian Renxue; the original fear of having her legs broken also calmed down—such things no longer mattered; what's important now is learning the soul skill.

Wu Yu immediately released her martial soul, the Red Dragon possessing her; four soul rings slowly undulated beneath her, red scales covered her, her body slightly leaned forward, adopting a fully aggressive stance.

Before her, the golden-haired girl's aura was deep and restrained; she assumed no stance, merely standing there quietly, yet she was like an unfathomable expanse of water, deep and bottomless.

"Bang!"

Wu Yu deeply knew that if he continued to delay, he would only have his fighting spirit worn down by Qian Renxue's aura and her terrifying battle record that was impossible to catch up to, so Wu Yu suddenly stomped his foot, his whole body shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow, just as she usually did in the grand Soul Duel Arena.

Strike first, disregard consequences, and at the same time, use any means necessary!

In the instant Wu Yu rushed out, relying on his fighting instinct deep in his bones, he had already anticipated all possible reactions from the opponent; the blond girl before him seemed to prefer a defensive counterattack after the opponent's move rather than a normal first strike.

He completely overwhelms the opponent at the point where the opponent is most confident.

Both simultaneously raised their left fists, and a chilling pale red current burst from Wu Yu's body, lighting up her first and third soul rings instantly; to conserve soul power, she deliberately did not use all four soul skills at once.

One is simple and unadorned, the other is strong and fierce.

Lord of the World VS 'Lord of the World'

"Bang."

Their fists collided, and the fierce crimson light on Wu Yu's fist was directly shattered by the golden-white light.

Chaotic, an extremely chaotic feeling surged in the heart.

Wu Yu now felt that what was being destroyed was not only her offensive, but also her mind and spirit; in her mind, an utterly unstoppable sensation instantly arose, as if everything about her were being torn apart.

Wu Yu's body was completely enveloped by a golden-white light, leaving her frozen like a statue, unable to move.

Qian Renxue's golden eyes, blazing with light, slightly narrowed; amid the astonished gazes of several people, she reached out and tapped Wu Yu's body, dispelling the strange force of Lord of the World, whereupon she awoke from the mental shock.

Wu Yu's face was deathly pale, yet her eyes were astonishingly bright.

Wu Yu hurriedly voiced the doubt in her heart: "I just suffered not only a physical attack, but also some indescribable power that left me unable to move—what is it?"

Qian Renxue softly said: "That is mental power; Lord of the World is a terrifying ability that perfectly combines physical and mental attacks."

"Lord of the World is a powerful ability that unites physical and mental; once it crushes an opponent, the opponent's confidence is also crushed at the same time. No matter when they face each other again, they will feel unable to contend with one who wields Lord of the World."

"Lord of the World is not a soul skill, but surpasses a soul skill; it can be applied to any soul skill, yet it can only fuse mental power with physical attack. In other words, this ability remains based on physical attack."

Wu Yu suddenly understood, but gripping her fist with some reluctance, she said, "Mental power, but I don't know how to use mental power."

"This kind of soul skill is inherently difficult to learn; ordinarily, at least a mental-attribute Soul King who has absorbed a ten-thousand-year soul ring is needed to even attempt it. You are not a mental-attribute soul master, but your method of fusing your own soul skills is hardly not your own created soul skill."

"However, without the mental power shock, it truly shouldn't be called Lord of the World."

Wu Yu continued to ask: "Then why is your fist different from mine? Is the simple and unadorned one really the best? But if so, why call it Lord of the World?"

Hearing this, the golden light that had previously subsided in Qian Renxue's eyes flared up again; in that instant, Wu Yu felt that the person standing before her was like a ruler who commands the six directions and eight corners. Although her own state was clearly perfect, she nevertheless felt utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow.

She could never forget the brilliant golden light in Qian Renxue's eyes at this moment, nor the majesty reminiscent of Lord of the World.

"That's only because you're too weak, unworthy of my full strength; look, I haven't even used that force to truly crush you, and yet you already fear me."

Wu Yu fell silent for a while, a look of shame on her face: "I'm sorry, I'm just too weak; I thought I could learn it quickly, which is a bit embarrassing to say, but many people have called me a genius before."

"Do you know why, among soul masters of the same realm, commoners are mostly called geniuses while sect disciples can be called strong?"

"Why?"

Wu Yu stood before Qian Renxue, without trying to save face by pretending to know, and directly asked what she didn't understand.

"The difference between them lies in one's own thorough integration and comprehension."

"The latter, having inherited the sect's teachings and accumulated constant practical combat experience, thereby forges their abilities, gradually forming various combat styles unique to themselves; in this process, inheritance is the most important."

"As for commoners, they are mostly still in the stage of ignorant exploration; that is, what makes a young commoner Soul Ancestor like you truly feel despair when facing those sect disciples is not their soul power level, but rather the fact that they have already formed their own system, blending the characteristics of their respective sects into their combat style."

"The combat style I speak of is actually the created soul skills of the various great sects; how can you compare yourself to those soul master families with inheritances spanning thousands of years?"

Wu Yu's face showed something strange; although Qian Renxue hadn't said it outright, Wu Yu could tell she was comforting herself, and she hadn't expected that Yue Zhengling would be rather awkward—cold on the outside, warm inside?

Wu Yu hesitated for a moment, but unable to suppress her curiosity, she asked: "May I ask, why do you want to teach me soul skills?"

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes at the dragon scales on her body, chuckled lightly, and said: "Probably because your martial soul is a dragon, which lets me feel a bit nostalgic; of course, this isn't free—I have conditions."

Wu Yu's heart tightened: "Let me say this first—I don't have nearly enough gold soul coins to buy your soul skills; if you don't mind, I can only sell myself to you as a wife."

"Don't worry, that's not necessary; I just need you to help me stop someone in the upcoming matches, at least not let them hinder me."

Wu Yu couldn't tell whether she was happy or disappointed; she incredulously asked: "Just that?"

But she quickly realized: "If even the big sister you can't defeat, how could I be a match? I'll probably die."

Qian Renxue shook her head: "It's not that I can't deal with him; I just worry that if he somehow sparks my interest, I might accidentally crush him to death."

Qian Renxue noticed Wu Yu's probing gaze, and her face immediately showed a half-smile.

"After all, merely crushing an ant but having to pretend it takes great effort—this is indeed quite difficult."

Today it's already 4100, time to go to work.

(End of chapter)