Fassno Province, southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Douluo Continent!
For a city as remote as Notting City, Notting Academy was undoubtedly the best academy in the city, even though it was only an elementary-level soul master academy.
In a small courtyard in Notting Academy, a five or six-year-old child slowly retracted his posture and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
His name was Lu Yuan, and he was picked up by the Dean of Notting Academy when he was young. As the Dean had no children, he adopted him, and it had been six years since then.
Lu Yuan was different from ordinary people since he was young. His soul came from another place, an azure planet that people yearned for day and night.
At first, he didn't know where he was, until a middle-aged man with four shining soul rings killed a five-hundred-year Sabertooth Thundertiger. A yellow soul ring floated out from the corpse of the Sabertooth Thundertiger, and he roughly knew where he was. The Douluo Continent!
This was a magical world. There were soul masters and soul beasts here, and there were all kinds of mystical martial souls. There was the sacred purity of the Six-Winged Angel, the tyrannical tyranny of the Clear Sky Hammer, the unparalleled support of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and the sharp attack of the Seven Murders Sword.
He remembered all of this in his heart when he first opened his eyes as a baby.
"I'm six years old this year, and it's time for me to awaken my martial soul. I wonder what martial soul I'll awaken this time?" Lu Yuan muttered to himself.
On the Douluo Continent, the innate conditions of a martial soul determined the upper limit of one's future. A soul master with innate full soul power, as long as he cultivated step by step, could at least become a Soul Sage. If he worked hard enough, it wasn't impossible for him to become a Titled Douluo.
However, a soul master with innate first rank soul power, no matter how hard he worked, would never be able to break through the boundary of a Soul Ancestor.
Let's not talk about the distant ones. Take the master he was very familiar with, Luo Sanpao, who had innate half-rank soul power, for example. After wasting half his life, he was still stuck at the threshold of a Soul Elder. If not for the help of the Grade 9 Purple Zoysia, he would have been a Rank 29 Soul Grandmaster.
Speaking of his own Martial Soul, Lu Yuan was still a little uncertain in his heart. He wasn't like the people of the Douluo Continent who inherited their parents' Martial Souls. He came from another world, and no one knew what kind of Martial Soul he had.
Lu Yuan only felt that he was different from ordinary people. His physical fitness far exceeded that of a child his age. Even some of the students in Notting Academy who had already broken through to become Soul Masters were far inferior to him in terms of physical fitness.
Therefore, he had high hopes for his Martial Soul.
Speaking of this, Lu Yuan felt a little annoyed. He did not simply transmigrate. Like the protagonists in many novels, he also had his own system. However, his system seemed to like playing dead. Ever since it gave him a novice gift pack, it had been silent.
And this silence lasted until now.
"Let's go out and have a look!" After his daily routine of training, Lu Yuan liked to stroll around the Notting Academy. With his strong physique and the rewards from the Notting Academy's Big Gift Pack, he was already a well-known figure in the Notting Academy even though he had yet to enroll.
In Notting Academy, no matter which student saw him, they had to obediently call him Boss!
With light steps, Lu Yuan walked out of his small courtyard.
"Hello, Boss!"
Walking on the path of Notting Academy, the surrounding students spontaneously called him Boss. Lu Yuan nodded coldly.
"Speaking of which, when did they start calling me Boss?" Lu Yuan tilted his head and thought.
"It seems to have started when I taught that guy, Xiao Chenyu, a lesson!"
Xiao Chenyu was the son of the City Lord of Notting City. He used his father's power to do whatever he wanted in the academy. There was once when he offended Xiao Chenyu. Without saying anything, Xiao Chenyu was beaten up on the spot. Since then, Xiao Chenyu had gained the title of "Boss".
Lu Yuan walked slowly toward a small wooden house. That was the Master's residence.
The Master and his cheap father, the Dean of Notting Academy, were friends. Since the Master had settled down here, Lu Yuan often visited the Master to ask about Martial Souls.
The Master was an old-fashioned scholar, and Lu Yuan was a studious student. In particular, Lu Yuan's recognition and support of the Core Competition Theory of the Ten Great Martial Souls made the Master have a good impression of this six-year-old child. Therefore, the two had always gotten along well.
"Thump!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from afar. The loud sound made Lu Yuan unconsciously stop in his tracks.
He looked around and saw Xiao Chenyu's heel stepping on a student's head in a corner not far away. Judging from the patched clothes on the student, he should be a working student.
Lu Yuan frowned. In Notting Academy, the noble students looked down on the working students and even bullied them. These situations happened from time to time, and he was naturally aware of it.
Where there were people, there would be fights. This was normal. The conflict between the nobles and the commoners had been going on for a long time, so he was too lazy to deal with it. The same went for the teachers in the academy. They turned a blind eye to it.
However, it was a bit too much for Xiao Chenyu to step on someone's head like this.
After pausing for a moment, Lu Yuan walked toward the corner.
"Wang Sheng, do you admit defeat?" Xiao Chenyu was in the middle of a fight. Liu Long and Ling Feng, his two henchmen, were beside him.
"I don't admit defeat!" Wang Sheng struggled on the ground, but the huge gap between their Soul Powers prevented Xiao Chenyu's foot from moving no matter how hard Wang Sheng tried. After all, Wang Sheng was only an eighth-level Soul Warrior, while Xiao Chenyu was already a eleventh-level Soul Master.
"You don't admit defeat?" Xiao Chenyu sneered and rubbed the soles of his shoes hard on Wang Sheng's face.
"Stop!"
Xiao Chenyu was in the middle of a fight when he was interrupted by an angry shout.
"Who dares to disturb my fun?" Xiao Chenyu turned his head angrily, but when he saw Lu Yuan's face, his anger was extinguished like a bucket of water.
With a flattering smile on his face, Xiao Chenyu hurriedly said, "Oh, it's Boss Yuan. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Xiao Chenyu could not be blamed for this. Back then, Lu Yuan had beaten him up so badly that Xiao Chenyu had to lie in bed for half a month. He had complained to his father, but his father took Dean Nordin's reputation into consideration. Not only did he not help Xiao Chenyu, but he also taught Xiao Chenyu a lesson. Since then, whenever Xiao Chenyu saw Lu Yuan, he was like a mouse that saw a cat.
"Are you bullying the working students again?" Lu Yuan stared at Xiao Chenyu with a straight face.
Xiao Chenyu subconsciously shrank his body as he felt the sharp gaze of the Sword Qi. The scene of him being beaten came back to his mind.
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