Chapter 75 - Trajectory
In the following days, although Lin Yun's relationship with Xiao Xiao grew closer, he restrained himself and did not make overly intimate moves with her.
After all, unlike the Ice Empress, she could not use the power of ultimate ice to stabilize his emotions whenever his blood and qi surged.
The little loli, shy and reserved as any girl would be, also did not take the initiative to get too close to Lin Yun.
On the contrary, the Ice Empress became increasingly unruly. Every night she had to cling to Lin Yun and nibble at him, and she disliked being pressed beneath him.
Could Lin Yun indulge her like that?
He would suppress her in minutes and turn her into a cream puff.
Time soon brought them to the day before the freshman assessment. Three days earlier, the rosters for all of Class Eight had already been submitted. The two who had failed to form teams were recommended by Mu Jin to the Soul Tool Department.
Everyone else had formed their squads.
Lin Yun's team: Captain Lin Yun, Assault Department, spirit power level thirty-eight. Member Xiao Xiao, Control Department, spirit power level twenty-one. Member Zheng Xiaolong, Support Department, spirit power level eighteen.
During this time, with his bloodline awakening, though the power of the sun often left Lin Yun unable to restrain his lustful impulses, his cultivation speed had increased tremendously.
Already at the peak of level thirty-seven, he broke through another level, drawing ever closer to the bottleneck of level forty, the Soul Ancestor realm.
This cultivation speed even Lin Yun himself found incredible. Due to the ultimate attribute, the cultivation speed of an ultimate martial soul from level thirty to seventy was typically only one-third that of normal soul masters—sometimes even less.
Even Huo Yuhao needed nearly half a year to advance a single level, and that was with all his external cheats, his cultivation of the Mysterious Heaven Technique, and even improvements he made to it.
Yet Lin Yun, without any cultivation method, without consuming heavenly treasures, relying only on meditation and absorbing the power of the sun, could also reach the pace of half a year per level.
Hmm…
Regardless, Lin Yun was quite satisfied with his cultivation speed. He felt that after returning to the Star Dou Forest during the holiday, he could very likely break through to the fifth ring level before the next Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament.
Huo Yuhao had his cheats, but as the Sovereign of the Star Dou and the Master of Beasts, Lin Yun naturally had his own…
Speaking of Huo Yuhao, since entering Class Four, his days had been nothing short of desperate. Aside from two fixed hours a day spent selling grilled fish at the snack street, he devoted all remaining time to cultivation.
His obsession with strength had reached a level Lin Yun could not comprehend.
Still, Lin Yun could understand his madness. With the murderer of his mother constantly before his eyes, pushing his pressure to the limit every day, how could he not desperately crave more power when he lacked the strength for revenge?
Dai Huabin was like a towering mountain blocking his path. Without surpassing him, Huo Yuhao's heart could never find peace.
With weak innate and acquired foundations, his only backing was the Skydream Iceworm. That gave him the confidence to chase Dai Huabin and the capital to take revenge on the White Tiger Duke's mansion.
As for that giant lazy worm that only knew how to sleep? It was perfectly happy to see Huo Yuhao driven by hatred. In terms of vision and foresight, even a hundred Skydream Iceworms tied together could not compare to a single toe of Electrolux. It could never understand what true state of mind meant.
For the Skydream Iceworm, as long as Huo Yuhao worked hard enough to show it a future, that was enough.
And precisely because of Huo Yuhao's near self-destructive, frenzied cultivation, he had completely stepped onto a path entirely different from the original story.
Even though Huo Yuhao still roomed with Wang Dong, a cultivation maniac and a lazy dog clearly had no common ground. Coupled with Wang Dong's cowardice and bullying behavior on the first day of school, Huo Yuhao naturally held no good feelings toward him.
Even when Wang Dong later tried to build a good relationship with Huo Yuhao, it was like pressing a warm face against a cold backside—Huo Yuhao dealt with him with indifference.
The proud swan was so furious that he ignored the faint stirrings of affection in his heart and threw himself into his "single-player game" instead.
That so-called God King probably had no idea that his pre-arranged program would meet such strong resistance from Wang Dong, causing the trajectory he had calculated to veer completely off course.
Until Wang Dong returned to the Clear Sky Sect, that God King could not possibly know what had transpired between Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.
If he truly had the power to monitor the Douluo Continent at all times, would he be suppressed so thoroughly by that great man?
"Tomorrow is the freshman assessment. How about our two teams spar in the Soul Arena?" Wu Feng leaned her hands on Lin Yun's desk, her gaze blazing as she stared at him.
Beside her, Ning Tian stood with quiet elegance, while Nanmen Yun'er hid half her body behind Ning Tian, peeking out curiously at Lin Yun.
In Class Eight, Lin Yun was the most unique existence.
He always stayed distant from the group. Aside from Xiao Xiao, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng, who could exchange a few words with him, only Zheng Xiaolong—like a little follower—would occasionally try to curry favor.
As for the others?
They could not even get a word out of him.
His overwhelming strength and cold temperament caused everyone in Class Eight to respect and keep their distance, Nanmen Yun'er included.
This was the first time she had come so close to Lin Yun.
'Hmm… sparring with Lin Yun? Won't I just get beaten so badly I'll have to restart my life?' Nanmen Yun'er blinked her eyes, biting her fingernail lightly.
Heaven knows, as a fragile agility-attack type, just one punch from Lin Yun and I'd probably be begging him not to let me die!
"Sparring? Sure. I also want to see how the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's support compares to Dragon Boy's Lucky Coin." Lin Yun raised an eyebrow, glancing teasingly at Ning Tian.
Ning Tian only smiled faintly, saying nothing, her noble grace as a young lady of a great clan on full display.
When it came to support, Ning Tian never worried. If any auxiliary martial soul could rival the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would not have stood at the peak of the continent for tens of thousands of years.
Wu Feng curled her lip dismissively. "I admit your strength is great, but that doesn't mean the people around you are strong. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the number one support martial soul on the continent. That kid's Lucky Coin, compared to Ning Tian's Pagoda? Laughable."
On the side, Zheng Xiaolong toyed helplessly with his Lucky Coin, shrugging.
Sis, I know my martial soul is lame, but do you really need to rub it in?
The bragging was my boss's—why are you swinging the blade at me?
"So, what do you say? Shall we head to the Soul Arena for a fight?" Lin Yun looked toward Xiao Xiao and Zheng Xiaolong.
Soul fights were three-on-three. Though he could crush Ning Tian's whole team alone, he still asked for his teammates' opinions.
It made no difference anyway.
(End of this chapter)
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