Chapter 19: Shadowless Kick—This Move Is Called
Because she truly had received a system reward, she was now somewhat convinced that this diary copy was real.
Of course, only the system itself was real. As for the contents Lin Yuan had written in the diary, that still required verification!
She would not so easily believe that Xiaogang had approached her with ulterior motives. She would personally verify it!
"If I discover that you truly are as despicable as the diary claims…"
A cold glint flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes, and the temperature of the entire chamber instantly plunged to freezing point.
As for the other women, upon seeing that the system had even hidden Bibi Dong's reward, they immediately pursed their lips in displeasure.
How boring.
Quite a few of them already believed that the one who received the reward this time was Bibi Dong.
After all, their brains weren't broken—the system's so-called "hidden" tag felt completely unnecessary.
What they were curious about was what Bibi Dong had actually received.
Just when they thought that today's system rewards had come to an end—
That mechanical voice rang out once more.
[Ding! As today is the first day you have bound a diary copy, all diary copy holders will receive a small gift pack.]
Notting Academy, Dormitory Seven.
[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining: Advanced Concealment Art (Can perfectly hide soul beast aura; even Titled Douluo cannot detect it).]
[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining: Leg Technique — Shadowless Kick (Body moves with intent, kicks leave no trace).]
Xiao Wu, who had been pretending to sleep on her bed, felt her long eyelashes tremble slightly upon hearing the rewards. Joy surged through her heart.
"Wonderful!"
"With this concealment technique, even if a Titled Douluo stands right in front of me, they won't be able to tell that I'm a hundred-thousand-year soul beast!"
The huge weight pressing on Xiao Wu's heart finally fell away.
With that sense of reassurance, this little rogue rabbit finally drifted into a deep sleep.
...
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, inside an exquisitely luxurious boudoir.
"Let me see what good stuff I got!"
[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining: Innate Soul Power +1 Level!]
Upon seeing this reward, the excitement on Ning Rongrong's small face instantly collapsed, turning into a look of utter disappointment.
"That's it?"
Ning Rongrong angrily punched her pillow.
For ordinary soul masters, increasing innate soul power by one level was nothing short of defying fate.
But for her?
"I have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul! It's inherently flawed—I can only cultivate up to Rank 79, Soul Saint at most!"
"What's the point of giving me more soul power? My talent isn't so bad that I wouldn't even reach Rank 79, right?!"
"If you could fix my martial soul's defect instead, that would be amazing."
Muttering in dissatisfaction, Ning Rongrong rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head.
"Whatever. I'm sleeping!"
...
The next morning, just as the horizon revealed a faint hint of pale light.
Tang San opened his eyes on time, as if he had a biological clock installed inside him.
He quickly got dressed, then instinctively glanced toward Lin Yuan's bed.
Empty.
The bedding was folded neatly and perfectly.
Tang San's pupils shrank slightly, and an inexplicable sense of urgency surged within him.
"He's also born with full innate soul power—and the quality of his martial soul might even surpass my Blue Silver Grass."
"And yet he woke up earlier than me?"
"No. I absolutely cannot fall behind!"
He had gotten up at this hour to absorb the purple qi for cultivating the Purple Demon Eyes. Then what was Lin Yuan doing at this hour?
That crushing anxiety of being outpaced by someone his own age made Tang San subconsciously quicken his movements.
He finished washing up in record time, his figure flashing as he left the dormitory, preparing to seize that fleeting moment of purple qi at dawn.
...
After breakfast, at the academy gates.
Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing a smug, spring-breeze expression as he looked at Tang San before him.
"Xiao San, is everything prepared?"
"Yes, Teacher. Everything is ready," Tang San replied respectfully.
"Good. Then we'll set off for the Soul Hunting Forest to obtain your first soul ring."
Yu Xiaogang's mood was indeed excellent at this moment.
Yesterday, he had Tang San release his second martial soul—and to his astonishment, it was the Clear Sky Hammer!
That was completely beyond his expectations.
The Clear Sky Sect had sealed itself off for many years now, and aside from Tang Hao, there should be no one left outside the sect.
Yu Xiaogang immediately deduced that Tang San's father was none other than the famed Clear Sky Douluo—Tang Hao!
After instructing Tang San to head to the Soul Hunting Forest early today to acquire his first soul ring, he sent Tang San away.
Not long after, Tang Hao appeared.
Although Tang Hao's attitude was cold and carried a hint of command, the heavy Elder Token he handed over was very real.
"Master, I'll leave Xiao San to you from now on."
"Also, that child named Lin Yuan was also born with full innate soul power. If possible, let Xiao San interact with him more."
Even without Tang Hao saying so, with two geniuses like that at Nuoding Academy, Yu Xiaogang had already been considering taking them both as disciples.
Of course, that would have to wait until Tang San returned after obtaining his first soul ring.
Soon after, Yu Xiaogang boarded the carriage with Tang San, heading toward the Soul Hunting Forest.
...
At this moment, on the training grounds of Nuoding Academy.
The rising sun bathed the grass in golden light, thin mist slowly evaporating into the air.
A bare-chested figure stood in the morning glow, wielding a pitch-black long spear as it danced through the light.
It was Lin Yuan.
"Hoo—"
Lin Yuan adjusted his breathing, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
In his mind, the spear techniques of the first layer of Chaos God-Killing Codex replayed rapidly.
Because this cultivation art was system-produced, he could quickly comprehend its contents and how to cultivate it.
However, to truly enter the basics—let alone achieve mastery—he would still need to put in hard practice.
"This move is called [Dawnbreak]!"
Whoosh!
Lin Yuan suddenly stepped forward, his waist and core twisting as his spine surged like a great dragon turning over, power transmitting layer by layer into his arms.
The God-Killing Spear instantly transformed into a streak of black lightning, thrusting straight ahead!
No flourish.
Only ultimate speed—ultimate brutality!
Boom!
The air was torn apart in an instant, releasing a sharp, explosive shriek.
At the point of the spear, even space itself seemed to twist slightly.
"So strong!"
Lin Yuan retracted his spear and stood upright, staring at the lingering cold light at the tip with eyes full of delight.
"Even though this is just an entry-level move of the first layer, this penetrating power could probably pierce even the defenses of a hundred-year soul beasts with ease!"
"If I pair it with my first soul ring, then even some thousand-year soul beasts might not be my match."
"Truly worthy of a system-produced cultivation art!"
"What a pity… I'm only at one ring right now. My soul power reserves are too low—I can't use this move many times."
Sweat slid down the contours of his well-built muscles, glistening with a bronze sheen under the sunlight, radiating the youthful masculinity and wild vitality unique to adolescence.
At that moment—
"Lin Yuan?"
A clear, pleasant voice tinged with surprise sounded from behind him.
Lin Yuan turned around.
Xiao Wu stood at the edge of the training field, her soft pink lips slightly parted, her big eyes fixed squarely on his… abs.
The girl had rushed over in a hurry, her cheeks still carrying a faint flush from just waking up.
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