Chapter 96: Your Spiritual Power Was Misused

In Anwu City No. 2 Middle School, Leng Yueyue is called a genius; not only is her talent outstanding, she also puts in a hundred percent effort.

Many people misunderstand geniuses, thinking they merely rely on heaven's blessings for food.

Yet often, those whose talent surpasses yours also work harder than you.

There are many other trainees in the lower‑middle tier like Leng Yueyue; most of them do not persist, staying only a few days before leaving on their own.

First, because of their inner pride, those bearing the title of genius disdain doing such dirty, tiring work.

Second, besides high‑intensity training each day they must also take on missions, and few can endure it.

After delivering the last few orders, Leng Yueyue returns to the mission‑acceptance center to hand over the tasks.

Perhaps influenced by Leng Yueyue, all the trainees in Anwu City keep persisting.

Seeing Leng Yueyue return, the young man who had been dissatisfied with Lu Jing took the initiative to speak: "Leng Yueyue, shall we go challenge the test room again? If we clear it, the reward points will be enough for us to rest a day!"

Leng Yueyue shook her head, "I know my own strength; I simply can't clear it…"

"How would we know without trying?"

The young man said excitedly, "Feng Xinglan went to challenge the Agility Test Chamber today, directly passed the triple‑speed test, breaking the training camp's record since its opening!"

"Triple?"

Leng Yueyue jumped, "I previously spent five points to try it, and I couldn't even pass the single‑speed test…"

The young man continued, "That's because during these few days in the training camp, our strength has all improved, especially Feng Xinglan and the other Talent Endowed, who, under the instructor's personal guidance, have progressed rapidly!"

After that, still not satisfied, he kept babbling, "Yao Rong, whose defense is maxed, also broke a record in the Pressure Test Room—she's literally a monster!"

"And Hao Pengjie—though he didn't go to the test room, I heard he challenged Feng Xinglan and Yao Rong and won outright!"

The young man's words filled Leng Yueyue with longing, thinking she would take on a few more missions, accumulate enough points, and try again.

"Hey, by the way, aren't you and Lu Jing close? What has he been up to lately? I haven't seen him in ages."

Leng Yueyue heard that, her expression froze, then she sighed, "I've been busy with missions lately, haven't seen him."

The young man's tone was full of lemony sourness as he said, "I'm really jealous of him; he doesn't have to grind for points like us, up early and late…"

"But isn't he too unambitious? There are such good opportunities in the training camp—he doesn't attend Martial Way classes, nor does he take the assessments; I really don't know where his strength comes from."

Upon hearing the young man bad‑mouthing Lu Jing again, Leng Yueyue shook her head and walked away.

The young man muttered to himself, "I guess Feng Xinglan, who was once beaten by him, has already surpassed him; Martial Way cultivation is like rowing against the current—if you don't advance, you retreat…"

In a training room somewhere, a blue bolt of lightning darted and twisted among the obstacles.

"That's enough; let's call it a day."

Dong Ningxue watched Feng Xinglan push his limits again and nodded approvingly.

Feng Xinglan instantly halted his form, and astonishingly, at such terrifying speed, not a single gust of wind was generated.

"Instructor Dong, I followed your method to control the wind direction, and the speed indeed jumped a level!"

Feng Xinglan said excitedly, panting inside the training room, sweat pouring down like rain.

"My guidance is one side; your comprehension is also strong—keep it up."

Dong Ningxue finished speaking and turned to leave.

Leaving Feng Xinglan alone in the training room, he stared off into space.

Not long after Dong Ningxue left, a group of trainees led by Feng Xinglan came in, handing water and flatteringly wiping the sweat off his body.

One of the boys said in an exaggerated tone, "Brother Xinglan, I just saw you training outside; your speed was insane—my eyes couldn't keep up with your figure!"

This training room is public; one wall has a huge window, allowing people outside to see the interior clearly.

Feng Xinglan twisted off a bottle cap, gulped it down, and asked, "Has anyone seen Lu Jing? What has that guy been up to lately?"

"Lu Jing?"

The boy shook his head, "No one has seen him; I heard that since that meeting, he hasn't left his dormitory."

"He doesn't go out?"

Feng Xinglan was a bit stunned, "Are you sure? Such a good chance to improve oneself, and he just wastes it?"

The boy thought for a moment and said, "Brother Xinglan, I think with your current strength, Lu Jing certainly isn't your match; everyone sees your progress. Rather than focusing on him, you should pay more attention to Hao Pengjie!"

"That's true…"

Feng Xinglan nodded, crushing the empty water bottle with his hand, "I didn't expect a Spirit‑type Talent Endowed to be so terrifying; his throwing knives really restrain me."

"But in the past two days I've broken through; I'm confident I can pierce his knife net and defeat him head‑on. Go find Hao Pengjie and tell him I'm challenging him tomorrow!"

A fierce glint flashed in Feng Xinglan's eyes; after arriving at the training camp, he had consecutively lost to Lu Jing and Hao Pengjie, which left him irritated.

Losing to Lu Jing was a pure gap in raw power, while losing to Hao Pengjie stemmed from a misunderstanding of Spirit‑type Talent Endowed.

He didn't attempt an immediate attack, allowing the opponent to create distance and trap his position with long‑range throwing knives.

Now that his strength has improved, he naturally wants to reclaim his standing.

"As for Lu Jing, if he's still at his previous level, then there's truly no need to pay attention to him…"

In another Heavenly Pride training room.

Dong Ningxue, who had just finished instructing Feng Xinglan, appeared here.

She sat on a chair, watching Hao Pengjie use his spiritual power to control three throwing knives, continuously slicing the mechanical dolls ahead.

Swoosh!

The three knives flew at extreme speed, weaving in the air into an impenetrable knife net.

"Come, attack me!"

Dong Ningxue suddenly said.

Hao Pengjie hesitated slightly, then directed the knife net toward Dong Ningxue.

Dong Ningxue stood unmoving; the air temperature dropped sharply, and in the next instant, three ice spikes materialized out of nowhere, striking the knife net head‑on.

Clang!

A few crisp sounds rang out, and the seemingly fragile ice cone actually drove back the flying knives, emerging completely unscathed.

Although I am not a spiritual-system Talent Endowed, I can still teach you some techniques for controlling spiritual power.

Dong Ningxue stood up and said solemnly: "I see you like to use spiritual power to evenly control three flying knives, but this approach is actually wrong."

Your blade net looks tight, but each time only one knife attacks while the other two merely block the enemy's position in midair.

Hao Pengjie nodded upon hearing that: "Please, instructor, give me your guidance!"