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The morning bell at Nuoding Academy had just rung its third time when Jiang Zhen was already seated in the last row of the teaching building. On the podium, the white-haired teacher was lecturing passionately, holding a copy of "Basic Theories of Martial Souls."
Jiang Zhen rested his chin on one hand, his gaze fixed on the textbook, but his mind was silently working on the "Mysterious Water Enlightenment Technique".
For the past week, his life has been extremely regular: he gets up at dawn every day, takes a mid-level body tempering pill, and then cultivates on the balcony;
He went to class at (7-9 AM). He had read most of the theories the teacher talked about in the system manual, but he still listened attentively. Occasionally, he could find some obscure knowledge about water-attribute martial souls in the teacher's supplementary explanations.
After a quick lunch, I went to the college library to look for books related to the water element.
He returned to his dormitory in the evening and continued to explore his self-created soul skills.
The binding power of "Water Binding Technique" has become even stronger, and a new "Water Bullet Technique" has been developed - which can compress water elements into bullets, with considerable power when bursting at close range;
At night, he often replaced sleep with meditation. He still had 5 primary soul power pills left in his storage ring. With the help of the "Mysterious Water Enlightenment Technique", his soul power steadily increased to level 16.
These days were low-key yet fulfilling. Apart from occasionally encountering Tang San at the library, he hardly interacted with anyone else.
It wasn't until that afternoon, when he came out of the library and passed by the four-person dormitory area, that he suddenly remembered Zhao Hu —a week had passed since he helped him change dorms, and he wondered how the kid's cultivation was going.
"Let's go take a look on the way." Jiang Zhen turned and walked towards dormitory 102.
The conditions in the four-person room were much better than in the dormitory. The walls were clean, the windows were covered with newly pasted paper, and there was no odor in the hallway.
As soon as he reached the door of dormitory 102, he heard arguing coming from inside, along with the sound of things breaking.
"Smack!"
"Trash is trash! How dare a lowly commoner like you share a dorm room with us?!"
"My book... don't tear my book!" This was Zhao Hu 's voice, filled with grievance and anger.
Jiang Zhen frowned and pushed open the slightly ajar door.
The dormitory was a mess: book pages were scattered on the floor, and Zhao Hu 's cotton quilt was kicked to the corner and covered in dust.
Three boys dressed in silk surrounded Zhao Hu . The boy in the lead had short, shiny hair and a bronze badge pinned to his chest—he was the son of a minor noble family in Nuoding .
Zhao Hu stood in the middle, his body strong but somewhat thin. His right fist was clenched tightly, and there was a faint white fluctuation of soul power in his palm, but he did not dare to summon his martial soul. There were also several fresh red marks on his arm, obviously he had just been beaten.
"Oh, isn't this Zhao Hu 's 'backer'?" The short-haired nobleman's eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Zhen at the door, his tone full of sarcasm.
"You're dressed neatly, but too bad, you're still from the countryside. What? Here to stand up for your little lackey?"
Jiang Zhen ignored his sarcasm and turned his gaze to Zhao Hu : "What's going on?"
When Zhao Hu saw Jiang Zhen, his eyes immediately reddened, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Jiang Zhen, I'm fine..."
The short-haired nobleman stepped forward, pointing his finger at Zhao Hu 's nose, "This four-person room is meant for our noble children! You, a piece of trash at the first level of the Innate Realm, only got here because someone bribed you, do you even deserve it? Today, either you move out yourself, or we'll help you 'move' out!"
A tall, thin nobleman nearby chimed in, "That's right! Last time the director took the money, and we didn't say anything. Do you really think you're someone important? If you keep being stubborn, we'll beat up your backer too!"
Jiang Zhen's eyes turned cold. He helped Zhao Hu out of consideration for their shared village and because he didn't want to see honest people being bullied, but he didn't expect these noble children to be so arrogant—relying on their families' influence, they kept calling people "commoners" and "good-for-nothings," just like the gatekeeper at the gate back then.
"How do you want to help him 'move'?" Jiang Zhen took a step forward, his light blue outfit swaying slightly with the movement, the water ripple pattern on the cuffs faintly visible in the light.
He didn't summon his martial soul, but his aura changed—like a calm lake suddenly rippled, a faint water-attribute energy spread out, and the surrounding air became a bit more humid.
The short-haired nobleman, overwhelmed by the aura, instinctively took a step back. Then, feeling humiliated, he shouted angrily, "Still pretending! Activate your Martial Spirit!"
A pale brown soul power surged from his body, and a half-human-sized wolfhound phantom appeared behind him, its fangs bared—the beast martial soul "Gale Hound." The two nobles beside him also possessed martial souls: one was the "Fiery Pig Martial Soul," whose skin became rough and hard; the other was the "Wind Bird," whose speed was noticeably increased.
"Kid, if you know what's good for you, get lost! Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!" The short-haired nobleman grinned, revealing a fierce expression, and was about to pounce on Jiang Zhen.
Jiang Zhen stood still until the short-haired nobleman rushed close, then slowly raised his right hand, a wisp of pale blue water condensing in his palm.
"Water Binding Technique"
He uttered three words softly, and the water instantly transformed into three water ropes, which flew out like serpents and accurately wrapped around the limbs of the three nobles.
Just as the short-haired nobleman was about to open his mouth to bite, the water rope wrapped around his mouth and gently tightened, rendering him speechless.
The noble with the Fiery Pig Martial Soul tried to break free with brute force, but the water rope tightened more and more, making him gasp for breath.
The noble with the Wind Bird Martial Soul tried to run, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he tripped over the water rope and fell face-first into the mud.
The three nobles struggled on the ground, but they couldn't break free of the water ropes. They could only look at Jiang Zhen with terrified eyes—they could feel that the water wrapped around their bodies, though seemingly soft, carried an extremely strong binding force, making it difficult to even circulate their soul power.
"You... what kind of martial soul do you have? How can you be so strong?" The short-haired nobleman finally panicked, his voice trembling.
He possessed innate level four soul power, which was quite good among his peers, but he couldn't even withstand a single move from Jiang Zhen.
Jiang Zhen walked up to the short-haired nobleman, squatted down, and condensed a small water bullet at his fingertips, gently flicking it onto the nobleman's forehead.
"Bang!"
The water bomb exploded, and a cool force made the short-haired nobleman wince in pain, instantly turning a red mark on his forehead, but it didn't cause any serious injury— Jiang Zhen didn't want to make a big fuss, he just wanted to intimidate them.
" Zhao Hu is someone I'm protecting."
Jiang Zhen's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
"If you dare to cause him trouble again, it won't be as simple as just a red mark on your forehead."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three nobles: "Now, pick up the books from the ground, dust off the cushions, and then get out of here."
The water rope slowly loosened, and the three nobles scrambled to their feet, no longer daring to be arrogant.
He quickly squatted down to pick up the book, his movements as swift as a startled rabbit.
When the short-haired nobleman picked up the book, he accidentally touched Zhao Hu 's hand and subconsciously pulled away, afraid that Jiang Zhen would make another move.
After they had tidied up the books and cleaned the cushions, they huddled to the side.
Zhao Hu looked at Jiang Zhen, his eyes still red, but much more determined than before. He walked up to Jiang Zhen and bowed deeply: "Brother Jiang Zhen, thank you... for helping me again."
"You're welcome," Jiang Zhen shook his head.
After thinking for a moment, he took out a Body Tempering Pill from his storage ring and handed it to Zhao Hu . "This is a Body Tempering Pill. It can help you increase your cultivation speed and strengthen your physique. Remember, I can help you for a while, but not forever."
He pointed to Zhao Hu 's right hand: "Your martial soul is an iron sword. Although it's ordinary, the advantage of a weapon martial soul is its stability. Since your innate soul power is low, you need to work even harder than others—practice for two more hours every day to solidify your soul power foundation. This way, when you absorb soul rings in the future, you'll be able to go further than others."
Zhao Hu took the Soul Power Pill, clutched it tightly in his hand, and nodded vigorously: "Brother Jiang Zhen, I understand! I will definitely cultivate hard from now on, and I won't let you worry anymore, nor will I let anyone bully me!"
Jiang Zhen patted him on the shoulder and said nothing more. He had done all he could; the rest of the journey was up to Zhao Hu to walk.
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