The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

"The basics of the Martial Soul course are to understand the levels of Martial Souls, and the advanced level is to understand some characteristics of Martial Souls. There are all kinds of Martial Souls in the world. Some weak Martial Souls can even kill top-level Martial Souls of the same level by virtue of their special properties, so we must not be careless."

Zhou Yi said seriously.

"I'll first teach you some general concepts about the levels of martial spirits, starting from the lowest level, the useless martial spirit with no soul power, then the ordinary martial spirit, the special martial spirit, the high-level martial spirit, and the top-level martial spirit, which are divided into five levels."

"There's no need to talk about useless martial souls. Ordinary martial souls are just some common, ordinary qualities that don't have extraordinary abilities in reality, such as goats, bison, iron hammers, etc. The only difference between them and useless martial souls is that the former has no soul power, while the latter has soul power."

"If the martial spirit is not strong, the innate soul power is also limited, generally between half a level and two levels."

"The third tier is the special martial soul. The so-called special means that it has some extraordinary effects, such as the manifestation of various attributes of wind, fire, water and earth, as well as special abilities in its essence, such as fire sparrow, ice tiger, wild bull, etc. The special ability is like the Yin spirit martial soul."

Zhou Yi's clear and concise explanation piqued Su Ming's interest. He hadn't expected Shrek Academy to make such profound progress in its research on martial spirits.

"The innate soul power range of special martial souls is between level two and a half and level five."

"High-level martial souls are basically where everyone is. There are many qualities of this type of martial soul, with multiple attributes, rich attack methods, and extraordinary effects that are slightly better than special martial souls."

"There are ancient martial spirits that inherit the bloodline of the ancients, such as the Ironclad Mighty Crocodile and the Armor-Piercing Spear. They are logically consistent and their comprehensive abilities are quite perfect."

"The innate soul power range of this type of martial soul is between level five and level eight."

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and said, "Next is the highest level, the [Top-Tier Martial Soul]. This type of Martial Soul is rare, and each one is unique, with its own name and strengths. Sometimes it is difficult to compare their strengths."

"The characteristic is that in addition to being outstanding in one attribute and surpassing all others, all kinds of comprehensive abilities are perfectly combined and there are basically no weaknesses. For example, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex has outstanding comprehensive qualities of the True Dragon Martial Soul plus top-level lightning attribute that transcends the mundane world."

"The innate soul power range of this type of martial soul is roughly between level five and level ten. It may not seem much different from high-level martial souls, but its upper limit is many times higher!"

Su Ming seemed to be thinking about something. In fact, Zhou Yi had left out two more categories: ultimate martial souls and god-level martial souls!

What is the ultimate?

Above all others, number one in one's own domain! An overwhelming advantage in the domain of attributes.

Next, there are god-level martial souls with multiple ultimate attributes, or one ultimate attribute as the main attribute, supplemented by multiple top-level attributes.

Everyone knows the numbers.

Looking at the original work, Su Ming could only list a handful of all the possible god-level martial souls, and they never met each other, only gazing at each other across different eras.

Chapter Forty-Seven: Limits

get out of class ended promptly at 5 PM. Huo Yuhao had to report to the Soul Guidance Department, and he figured he wouldn't have much free time from now on. Since he was cultivating two systems simultaneously, he would belong to the Soul Guidance Department from 5 PM to 10 PM.

Before Su Ming could even grieve for Huo Yuhao, he and Gu Yuena were kept behind by their teacher.

The two stood in the classroom with different expressions, and Teacher Zhou Yi was right in front of them.

“I’ve reviewed your files, and the current training isn’t helping you at all. I think we should give you extra training!” Zhou Yi said firmly.

Su Ming was startled and quickly objected, "Teacher, I don't think running alone is very effective for us."

“No, you can run with weights.” Zhou Yi smiled slightly, a devilish smile, and took out two sets of metal inner armor from the spatial soul tool. They were made of special metal and weighed as much as 180 pounds.

Su Ming reluctantly took the iron suit and put it on. The weight of 180 pounds only made him feel like he was being bound by a layer of steel, and he didn't feel anything at all.

Now that he has mastered both fist techniques and the added power from his divine-level martial soul, he can exert tens of thousands of pounds of divine force with a single swing of his arm without needing any amplification soul skills. His overall physical qualities, excluding the strength of his internal organs, have steadily reached the Soul Emperor level.

Running alone is no longer useful to him. Looking at the original work, if a Soul Master or above wants to strengthen his physique, there are only a few methods: divine test pressure tempering, rare and precious materials, and absorbing soul rings. Running with weights has very little effect and is not cost-effective.

It would be better for him to use some personal time after class to cultivate, study soul techniques, or even think about creating an advanced body-refining technique.

"Now you all run a hundred laps!" Zhou Yi commanded.

The black-haired boy didn't say anything. He planned to use his experience to show his teacher the mistake: genius cannot be measured by common sense.

Gu Yuena put on her iron armor just like everyone else. The two exchanged a glance, and she snorted softly before turning and running towards the playground.

Su Ming followed along indifferently.

The two then raced at breakneck speed, completing a hundred laps in the blink of an eye. Su Ming's face was flushed, and he felt his body was only slightly warm. Gu Yuena was breathing rapidly, but she had only broken a sweat.

Zhou Yi frowned. She had originally planned to test the two's approximate strength first so that she could arrange suitable training tasks later, but she did not expect that she would still be far from being able to find out their strength even after being in charge of a hundred laps.

"Run another hundred laps," she shouted to the two who had stopped.

Gu Yuena frowned, feeling that it was a waste of her time, but seeing Su Ming start running expressionlessly beside her, she had no choice but to follow.

One hundred laps...

Two hundred laps...

Three hundred laps...

The continuous, weighted sprinting pushed the two of them to their physical limits.

Even Su Ming was starting to pant, but surprisingly, the Silver Dragon King beside him, who was not good at physical combat, gritted her teeth and persevered. It seemed she could hold on for a while longer.

"This little vixen is probably hiding her true strength. Her physical attributes are only worth around level 30? She's probably not even a quasi-Soul Master." Su Ming thought to himself. The Silver Dragon King, when transformed into a Martial Soul, would at least be a God-level Martial Soul. With an innate Soul Power of 20, and being about the same age as him, judging from her physical attributes, her cultivation level would probably be around level 40.

Zhou Yi was pleasantly surprised to see the two of them looking so shaky, realizing they were about to reach their limit.

But then she became obsessed, watching helplessly as the two of them, swaying and looking like they couldn't go on, ran another three hundred laps.

Three hundred laps, then another three hundred, then another three hundred, until they had completed nine hundred laps! The sky had already darkened, yet the two still showed no sign of reaching their limit.

"Wait, stop now," Zhou Yi called out helplessly.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired boy remained silent and continued to charge forward with his head down.

Gu Yuena, who was standing right next to him, originally wanted to stop, but seeing Su Ming's back in front of her, she was unwilling to be outdone, so she squeezed out a bit of strength from her body and forced herself to follow.

"Alright, Su Ming, you can stop now." Zhou Yi couldn't sit still any longer, and her face stung as she watched this scene.

Hearing the teacher call him to stop repeatedly, Su Ming could only regretfully stop and walk back with a look of unfinished business.

This time, Su Ming felt a long-lost sense of exhilaration while running. He hadn't pushed his body to its limits in a long time. Just now, every time he was close to his limit, a warm current surged from his body, and his thick, solidified blood and qi surged like waves washing over his soft internal organs.

With his thick, mercury-like blood continuously nourishing his internal organs, Su Ming vaguely grasped a trace of the secrets of body cultivation.

Just as Su Ming was engrossed in sensing his body, an accident occurred.

After Gu Yuena, who was following behind, stopped, her slender and long legs went weak and she almost fell. Fortunately, the boy was quick-witted and caught the silver-haired beauty.

The girl staggered, her entire weight leaning against Su Ming. He immediately felt the warmth and softness of her hot, delicate body. Gu Yuena's body was not only incredibly supple and elastic, but also possessed an amazingly smooth and tender feel.

Su Ming was momentarily stunned. Their bodies were pressed tightly together for a full few seconds before Gu Yuena finally snapped out of it, gritting her teeth and saying, "Aren't you going to let go? Do you want to die?"

The girl was weak and limp, her pretty face flushed, whether from the afterglow of vigorous exercise or from the shyness of being held tightly by a man, it was hard to tell.

Coming to his senses, Su Ming realized his awkward situation; he might even be called a lecher. Although he did indeed have a fondness for women, he couldn't afford to ruin his image of being wise and mighty. So, the young man quickly showed a look of disgust and said:

"Ugh~, you just finished running and you're all sweaty? You really think I'm taking advantage of you? If I wasn't worried you almost fell, who would want to help a body that's been soaked in sweat? No way, no way? Nobody really thinks that even a pretty girl's sweat smells good, right?"

Gu Yuena was so angry when she heard Su Ming's words of turning the tables that she felt suffocated. She raised her hand, ready to slap the boy, but Su Ming took the initiative and pushed her away from her embrace.

Gu Yuena lost her balance and fell to the ground, her pretty face showing astonishment.

Su Ming instantly transformed into a stoic straight man, walking past the beautiful girl with a blank expression, refusing to even lend a hand.

Gu Yuena was having an existential crisis. Could it be that she had really misunderstood him? Judging from Su Ming's behavior, he was probably destined to remain single for life.

Unbeknownst to her, the boy had secretly glanced at Gu Yuena for several seconds while she was off guard.

At this moment, Gu Yuena sat on the ground like a duck, her long, beautiful legs drawn up, her delicate, snow-white skin faintly visible through her soaked, thin school uniform, as alluring as solidified cream. Her pretty face was flushed, and her silver hair was wet, making her look charming and sexy.

Su Ming couldn't help but glance at it a few times, his heart fluttering. He subconsciously rubbed his fingers together, the warm and soft touch leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Seeing Gu Yuena looking over, he quickly straightened up and silently said to himself, "Forgive me, forgive me, women only slow down my sword-drawing speed."

But his heart was surging and he couldn't calm down. Su Ming quickly recalled his sister, and sure enough, the effect was outstanding. His excited mood instantly calmed down and became dull.

How could a thin, inexperienced young girl compare to a mature and charming older sister!

Zhou Yi watched the two arguing in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to ignore it.

"It was my fault. I underestimated your strength. Weighted running is no longer effective for you. I'm afraid I can't teach you anything more." She said helplessly as Su Ming came in front of her.

The greatest tragedy for a teacher is being unable to impart knowledge to students.

Su Ming comforted him, saying, "It is still useful, but the cost-effectiveness is not high. An ordinary person may spend half an hour to approach the limit of physical strength, and then easily break the limit and increase strength. But for us, it is much more difficult just by running."

Zhou Yi nodded upon hearing this. She looked at the two of them and said calmly, "I will report this to the academy later. You two are too talented, so we can't waste time. Let the inner academy teachers teach you."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuena, who had been feeling depressed, was overjoyed. Wasn't her purpose in coming to Shrek Academy to improve herself and gain access to core secrets?

Seeing the girl's excited expression, Su Ming shook his head, thinking to himself that humanity's greatest advantage lies in its rapid growth. No matter what Gu Yuena does, it cannot shake the overwhelming momentum of humanity.

"Alright, you guys go back now. It's getting late and it's almost dinnertime," Zhou Yi said, glancing at the sky.

"Okay." Su Ming nodded and turned to leave.

Gu Yuena also calmed down from her joy, her eyes flickering as she watched the black-haired boy's departing figure.

Su Ming suddenly shivered, turned his head suspiciously to look at the pretty girl gazing at the sky, and became wary.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Night Battle

After finishing his meal, Su Ming hurriedly returned to his room to sit cross-legged and cultivate, trying to find the surging feeling of blood and energy he had experienced while running.

Unfortunately, it's been a long time since I was close to my physical limits, and the sensation of blood and qi rushing through my internal organs and body like a tide has subsided.

Su Ming suddenly realized that his abnormal recovery ability was also a bad thing. After several unsuccessful attempts that even caused him to vomit blood, he gave up.

The young man sat cross-legged, cultivating his soul power, with wisps of purple-black electricity flashing across his body from time to time.

Before long, the dim afterglow faded, the silver disc rose in the east, and night fell, growing ever darker.

In the darkness, Su Ming opened his eyes, and lightning instantly crackled in the void. His bright eyes flashed as he took out a set of exquisite black-purple armor from his spatial soul tool. The armor was decorated with intricate and profound patterns and shone with a black-gold metallic luster, giving it a chilling and menacing appearance.

A specially customized level-three soul tool, the [Pluto Armor], doesn't have many functions; it's just sturdy and lightweight. Since Su Ming often exposes his external soul bone and his clothes frequently tear when he unleashes his full power, this serves as a sturdy cover.

The black-haired boy put on a black mask, with strange demonic patterns covering the upper half of his face, revealing only a pair of bright black eyes and a soft, fair chin.

He pushed open the window, jumped down, and suddenly black wings unfolded, soaring into the air.

The old dormitory supervisor, who was still guarding the gate, seemed to sense something, opened his eyes and looked at the night sky, then lay down listlessly and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after Su Ming left, a white figure quietly drifted into the dormitory. The newcomer was petite, and her pure white dress outlined her beautiful figure. She was also wearing a mask. She looked around and then fixed her gaze on a piece of paper on the desk.

After seeing the words clearly, he snorted coldly, took flight on the wind, and followed the direction the boy had gone.

The old man in the dormitory opened his eyes again, shook his head helplessly, and murmured, "Young people these days are getting more and more active."

The beautiful girl in the white dress followed the trail left by Su Ming, moving further and further away from the academy dormitory area, and gradually arrived at a desolate and uninhabited place.