My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 68 From the Hundred Herb Garden to the Three Flavors Study

Su Yun walked into the hall, and the ground beneath her feet felt soft and comfortable, as if she were sinking into clouds with every step.

He looked around.

The space is enormous, with excellent natural light, and extremely quiet; all the noise from the outside world is shut out by the thick walls.

Su Yun's lips slowly curved into a meaningful smile.

"Good sound insulation? You can do whatever you want?"

Su Yun repeated the sentence, his eyes glowing even brighter.

Ning Rongrong lowered her head even further, twisting her skirt with both hands, her heart pounding like a deer.

Oh no, oh no!

Brother Su Yun is smiling so mischievously, could he really be thinking of—

however.

Su Yun paid no attention to the girl's little scheme; his mind was filled with a completely different picture.

It was a wonderful scene of a group of students, tormented by advanced mathematics problems, crying their eyes out, but because the soundproofing was so good, no one would come to their rescue even if they screamed their lungs out.

"Absolutely perfect."

"Rongrong, Xiaowu, have you heard of the legend of that place across the ocean—the Harbin Buddhist Academy?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, a look of confusion appearing on her face.

"Huh—a Buddhist academy? Is that some kind of secret base?"

"No, that's an academy specifically for training monsters."

Su Yun turned around, his eyes gleaming with fervor, and vividly described, "Legend has it that in that academy, there is a sacred building called the library."

"Even at 4:30 in the morning, when the entire Douluo Continent is asleep, that place is still brightly lit."

"Thousands upon thousands of geniuses sat on hard wooden benches, each frantically flipping through thick tomes, the scratching of pens across the paper deafening! It was awe-inspiring!"

Ning Rongrong was completely bewildered. She blinked her big eyes and interrupted in confusion, "Brother Su Yun—this, this is just a bunch of idiots, isn't it?"

She tilted her head, her face full of incomprehension.

"As a Soul Master, instead of using the time at 4:30 in the morning to meditate and accumulate Soul Power, or to hone your combat skills in the Great Soul Arena, you're just sitting there reading dead books? This—this is far too irresponsible!"

"That academy is so studious, how can they possibly defeat a Title Douluo? That's putting the cart before the horse."

Upon hearing this, Su Yun was not angry at all; instead, she revealed a compassionate smile, as if looking at a lost lamb.

"shallow."

Su Yun softly uttered two words.

He stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and ran his fingers over the rows of brand-new books.

"True strength comes from the armament of the mind."

Su Yun turned around and looked directly into Ning Rongrong's big, confused eyes.

"Rongrong, do you think I'm denying the value of real combat?"

"wrong."

"Completely wrong."

"Practical experience is certainly important. Life-or-death combat is the only true test of truth. But that doesn't mean you can just rely on your fists and ignore your brains."

Su Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the years, looking towards his distant hometown.

"In my hometown, there once lived a peerless warrior revered as a martial saint. He killed Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm, passed five passes and defeated six generals, and his might shook the land of China."

"Even someone as powerful as him, during breaks in military campaigns, in the stillness of the night, would always light a solitary lamp and carefully study the Spring and Autumn Annals."

"With one hand, I wield the Green Dragon Crescent Blade to bring peace to the world. With the other, I hold the books of sages to cultivate my mind and wisdom."

Why?

"Because he knows very well that those who only know how to swing a knife and kill are butchers, they are brutes. Only those who possess strategy and wisdom can be called divine generals."

Su Yun looked at Ning Rongrong, who seemed to be deep in thought, and his tone suddenly became heavy.

"Take another look at this continent. Look at the current state of soul tool technology."

"Why did the once glorious Soul Guidance Civilization completely decline? Why can people now only excavate defective artifacts from ancient ruins, but can't create even a single decent new product?"

"Because of ignorance."

Su Yun pulled out a math book from somewhere and slammed it heavily on the table, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"If this continues, if we continue to neglect these fundamental disciplines..."

Su Yun sneered and extended one finger.

I dare say that.

Even if ten thousand years pass, the Soul Masters on this continent will still only be able to hold a broken carving knife, squat on the ground, and rely on their bare hands to carve the core magic array bit by bit.

"It can be mass-produced. It can be precisely calculated using formulas."

"However, due to a lack of basic knowledge, the entire civilization stagnated, or even regressed."

Su Yun pushed up his sunglasses, a playful smile curving his lips.

"This is the real tragedy."

"Remember this. In this world."

"You might win with your fists for a while."

"But only wisdom, only the perfect integration of knowledge and practical experience, can make you win in this life."

"This is what is meant by 'a moment of ease leads to a lifetime of regret'."

"I don't expect you to produce any earth-shattering research results right now."

"But no one can afford to miss out on these basics."

"A tall building rises from the ground. If you can't even lay a solid foundation, even if you become a Title Douluo, you'll just be a brute with strong limbs and a simple mind."

Ning Rongrong nodded thoughtfully, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes.

"Brother Su Yun is right. If one relies solely on talent, one will ultimately only end up as mediocre."

Seeing the little girl's obedient expression, Su Yun's smile instantly became incredibly bright, like an old fox who had finally caught its prey.

"Since you've come to this realization, that's all the better."

Su Yun suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Remove all these wool rugs."

"We'll add a batch of solid wood desks and table lamps later."

Ning Rongrong's thoughtful expression froze instantly.

Before she could even react, her rosy cheeks turned deathly pale at a visible speed.

and many more.

The plot seems to be going in a strange direction.

Su Yun completely ignored the girl's broken heart.

He looked around at the vast space and perfect lighting, and became more and more satisfied.

"Let's convert this place into a 24-hour study room with the lights on."

"Rongrong, do you know? The scariest thing in this world is not that you lack talent, but that someone more talented than you works even harder than you."

Su Yun turned around, his back to the sunlight, and his whole body was bathed in a sacred yet terrifying radiance.

"After all, with such good soundproofing, you won't disturb the neighbors when you're reciting texts or breaking down in tears because you can't solve equations."

Su Yun lowered her head, looked at Ning Rongrong who was in a daze, and smiled even more brightly.

"Since you want to do whatever you want, then study to your heart's content. Rongrong, what do you think?"

Rongrong was about to cry.

"I want to carve a sentence on the door."

"If you take a nap now, you will dream. If you study now, you will realize your dreams."

Su Yun looked at Xiao Wu, who was trembling with fear, and smiled.

"From now on, anyone who doesn't finish their homework will be locked up here for extra lessons all night. Anyway, the soundproofing is good, so even if they cry loudly, no one outside can hear them."

Xiao Wu swallowed hard and quietly shrank behind Ning Rongrong.

She suddenly felt that the dilapidated Notting College was actually quite cozy.

Two places in a row were ruthlessly turned into execution grounds by Su Yun, and Ning Rongrong was completely speechless.

She led the two to a garden at the back of the manor.

This place is filled with all kinds of precious and rare flowers and plants, with colorful butterflies fluttering around and a fragrant aroma filling the air.

"This—this is the Flower Garden."

"Next to it is Tingyuxuan."

Ning Rongrong's voice carried a hint of grievance.

"This is Dad's favorite spot. On rainy days, sitting here listening to the rain, smelling the flowers, and drinking a cup of tea is truly a soul-cleansing experience."

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She looked at Su Yun tentatively, her eyes full of pleading, and prayed frantically in her heart.

Please, Brother Su Yun, leave a sanctuary for souls. Don't let this place become a playground or a study room again!

Ning Rongrong was afraid that Su Yun would come up with some more torturous ideas.

However, Su Yun's eyes shone even brighter than before as he looked at the garden full of exotic flowers and plants.

"Rest? That's such a waste."

Ning Rongrong noticed the way Su Yun was looking at the flower garden and felt that he wasn't admiring the scenery at all.

It's more like they're looking for an execution ground.

"Brother Su Yun—well, actually, this flower garden is just for looking at flowers, how about we—how about we go eat instead?"

Ning Rongrong's voice trembled as she tried to pull Su Yun away from there to prevent him from having any more inspirations.

Su Yun acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and strolled leisurely to the center of the garden.

"Meals can be eaten later, but the love of reading must not be interrupted."

Su Yun stretched out a finger and drew a circle in the air, encompassing the entire sea of ​​flowers.

"This place was originally called the Hundred Flowers Garden? That's too gaudy, too vulgar. Flowers only lead people to indulge in false sensory pleasures."

He suddenly turned his head and gave Ning Rongrong a bright smile.

"Rongrong, go and pull up all these flowers and plant grass instead. From today onwards, this place will be called the Hundred Herbs Garden."

"Also, the Tingyuxuan signboard over there has been taken down and renamed."

Ning Rongrong's face was ashen, her voice trembling with tears: "Change—change to what?"

"Sanwei Study".

Su Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his voice sounding particularly cold amidst the fragrance of flowers.

Xiao Wu huddled behind Ning Rongrong and whispered, "Which three flavors? Are they sweet and sour, spicy, and braised?"

Su Yun revealed a devilish smile and held up three fingers.

"The so-called three flavors are the salty taste of sweat, the bitter taste of tears, and the burnt taste of brain cells when doing practice problems late at night."

""

His voice echoed in the garden, carrying a sense of chilling unease.

"These are the three flavors that a scholar should savor!"

Ning Rongrong felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Before she could even catch her breath, Su Yun had already strode up to the pavilion.

He produced a black ruler from who-knows-where, and with a surge of soul power, the ruler transformed into a heavy sword, wildly carving a deep, incisive mark into the wooden pillar of the pavilion.

The character "早" (early).

Su Yun put away the ruler, looked at his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

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