There was a hint of disdain in Yu Tianming's eyes.
"I didn't come here to actually study music. I'm just using the aristocratic atmosphere to suppress my Killing Intent."
Upon hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen chuckled indulgently.
"Alright, alright. It's good to rest sometimes. If you don't want to learn etiquette and music, then don't force yourself. But you should maintain good relationships with Xue Qinghe and Tang Yuehua."
"They're only trying to get close to me because they see my potential. But reaching the level of Limit Douluo and gaining true strength—that's the real path."
Yu Yuanzhen stroked his beard, looking at Yu Tianming with admiration.
"Well said. Just like Tang Chen in his prime—once he became a Limit Douluo, even with his domineering personality, everyone welcomed him with smiles. He even turned the Clear Sky Sect into the number one sect on the continent."
"I may not care much for customs, but I treat others with kindness. I'm not like Tang Chen, whose dominance led the Clear Sky Sect to act with force at every turn."
Tang Chen had the talent to turn the Clear Sky Hammer, a top-tier Tool Soul, into the most revered Tool Soul on the continent. He didn't rely on a God's inheritance, yet still reached the rank of Limit Douluo through his own cultivation.
He also created dozens of original soul skills like the Nine Great Secrets of Clear Sky and the Grand Xu Mi Hammer. Calling him the most talented soul master in a thousand years would not be an exaggeration.
But under his leadership, the Clear Sky Sect became known for its aggressiveness, which eventually led them to close off their mountain gates from the world.
Unlike the Clear Sky Sect, the Star Luo Royal Family and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were able to persist into the eras of Douluo 2 and Douluo 3 precisely because they weren't so domineering.
By the time the two returned to Blue Tyrant Academy, the night had already grown deep.
Without any lights, the Blue Tyrant Forest was engulfed in darkness. Only a few lampposts from the academy provided guidance through the trees.
Back at the academy, after Ah Zhu and Ah Zhi helped him wash up, Yu Tianming fell into a deep sleep in the guest room arranged by Liu Erlong.
The next morning.
When Yu Tianming opened his eyes, he was greeted by the rare sight of Ah Zhu and Ah Zhi standing on either side of his bed.
He asked with a puzzled expression, "You're here serving me this early? Don't you have school?"
Ah Zhu replied softly, "We are your personal maids, Young Master. Compared to studying, serving you is more important."
Ah Zhi, smiling cheerfully, chimed in, "The Spirit Master Tournament is next year. We've already completed all our theory classes. Right now, we're focused mainly on combat training."
Yu Tianming grew curious.
'So Liu Erlong's training methods... I wonder if they're the same as Yu Xiaogang's?'
He asked with interest, "Why don't I come take a look today and see what this so-called combat training is all about?"
He stood up and stretched his arms, letting the two girls help him dress.
After that, he sat on the edge of the bed while they knelt at either side, helping him put on his socks and shoes.
He had to admit—being served like this was utterly effortless. No wonder ancient emperors had people dressing them. After spending two years in Slaughter City without even a bath, this kind of luxury brought back fond memories.
Stepping out of the guest room, Yu Tianming followed the two girls to an indoor combat arena.
The arena was paved with stone slabs, and rows of gradually ascending seats surrounded the central battlefield, resembling a miniature Great Spirit Arena.
Many students sat in the stands, some as young as their early teens, others nearing thirty. Yet none had soul power exceeding rank 40.
Two students in their twenties, each only just over rank 30, were fighting in the center while the surrounding students cheered enthusiastically.
Watching this display of weaklings pecking at each other, Yu Tianming was visibly disappointed.
Ah Zhu noticed his expression and explained, "Those two are members of the academy's tournament team. Their soul power might be average, but for the Spirit Master Tournament, they're still considered elites."
Yu Tianming nodded.
'Normally, core members of major powers don't participate in the Spirit Master Tournament. It was only when Spirit Hall offered soul bones as rewards that they attracted so many Soul Ancestors.'
No wonder in the original story, Yu Xiaogang remarked that their generation's opponents were strong.
And it was precisely for this reason that Liu Erlong had confidently claimed yesterday that Ah Zhu at rank 38 and Ah Zhi at rank 36 could lead their team into the top eight.
The three of them sat in the back row, but many students still noticed them, frequently stealing glances in their direction.
Ah Zhu turned to Yu Tianming and said, "Both of us are members of the tournament team and fairly well-known in the academy. That's why people are staring."
But Ah Zhi disagreed. She leaned on Yu Tianming's shoulder, smiling playfully.
"In my opinion, it's the Young Master's extraordinary presence that's drawing all this attention."
Yu Tianming chuckled and shifted his gaze to a young man with short, auburn hair.
The youth had a burly build, wore lavish clothing, and was surrounded by a couple of lackeys. His lecherous eyes and relatively high soul power for his age—rank 25—caught Yu Tianming's interest.
"Who's that red-haired guy? His soul power's not bad for this place."
"That's Tai Long. His spirit is the Vigorous Orangutan. He reached rank 25 at fifteen and is said to be the heir of the Strength Clan. Among commoners, he has quite the reputation for being a bully."
Ah Zhi giggled as she added, "When he first came here, his soul power was lower than mine, yet he still had the guts to chase after my sister. But once he found out we're the maids of the Young Master from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he immediately gave up."
Yu Tianming laughed.
"Come on. Let me see what the heir of the Strength Clan is made of."
Six years from now, when Tang San entered Blue Tyrant Academy, Tai Long would still only be a rank 37 Soul Elder.
Right now, he was more than ten ranks below Ah Zhu and Ah Zhi—not even worth Yu Tianming's serious attention. He simply wanted to liven things up a bit after watching those boring Soul Elders fight.
With his tall, Yao Ming-like frame, Yu Tianming walked over to Tai Long's spot in a few easy strides.
He reached out to tousle Tai Long's reddish-brown hair, smiling as he said, "So you're Tai Long, huh?"
Tai Long wasn't just some random commoner soul master—he knew exactly who Yu Tianming was. The burly teen immediately shrank into his seat, trembling as he asked, "S-Sir, what can I do for you?"
The soul masters around Tai Long also stayed silent. Unlike in the original story where they stirred up trouble for Tang San, none dared say a word now.
All of them were Tai Long's followers, but not even their combined strength could match Ah Zhi's. How could they afford to offend Yu Tianming?
Looking at Tai Long, who cowered like a scared rat, Yu Tianming offered a gentle smile.
"Come with me. You'll see what I want."
When Tai Long hesitated, Ah Zhi barked from the side, "Didn't you hear? Move it, unless you want me to drag you out myself."
Although she was a maid, her strength and background were no less impressive than Tai Long's.
At Blue Tyrant Academy, her authority in front of Tai Long was overwhelming.
Hearing that, Tai Long immediately sprang to his feet and scurried after them.
(End of Chapter)
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