Hearing Dongfang Yao's words, Dongfang Jing simply smiled.
"Then how about your brother makes a training plan for you from now on?"
"Really?!"
With a "whoosh," the little girl immediately jumped up happily, wanting a hug from her brother.
But having just finished squats, her legs were completely numb.
Soft as a shrimp, she collapsed into Dongfang Jing's arms, still giggling.
Seeing her silly grin, Dongfang Jing couldn't help but pinch her little face: "Let's make it clear beforehand, once a plan is made, you have to follow it, persist in exercising every day, and not give up halfway. Yao'er, can you do it?"
Hearing this, the girl's back pain and leg weakness disappeared. She stood straight, her eyes resolute, as if she were about to complete some sacred mission.
She gave a slightly awkward salute and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Yes, sir! I promise to complete it... no, Yao'er will definitely persevere!"
Whether it was nursery rhymes like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" or those wondrous stories that only existed in his past life's memories,
Dongfang Jing would tell her stories every day.
The little girl was very interested in all of this, but in her heart, she already regarded her brother as a great talent, as if there was nothing he couldn't do.
He carried Dongfang Yao to the bed, gently massaging her thighs to relax her leg muscles.
Dongfang Jing would lay a good foundation for her so that she could absorb higher-age soul rings in the future.
However, he would never let the little girl absorb a thousand-year soul ring in her first attempt.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine years and a thousand years seem to differ by only one year.
If relying solely on physical training, no matter how hard one works, no matter how much one neglects sleep and mealsthe body would almost certainly be unable to withstand that qualitative difference in age.
He knew this all too well.
He was lucky, and with the tempering of the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors, he was pulled back from the brink of death.
He had experienced this kind of pain once, and that was enough.
He couldn't bear to let his sister experience it too.
But what if, a few years later, this little girl becomes extremely rebellious?
Disobedient, insisting on absorbing a thousand years' worth of energy?
Thinking of this, Dongfang Jing couldn't help but smile.
If she really became that rebellious, he wouldn't mind giving her a few 'red flowers' on her little bottom.
After that, Dongfang Jing devoted himself entirely to cultivation.
Meanwhile, in the southeast of Winchester City, where he was located,in the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City,a rather ornate carriage slowly came to a stop.
An old man with a full head of white hair, an aged face, and a gloomy expression stepped down.
"Sigh," he sighed, gazing at the magnificent city walls before him. He felt a pang of bitterness.
He was over eighty years old and served in the Spirit Hall. He had finally managed to rise through the ranks, becoming a Black-Robed Bishop, responsible for managing the Notting City Spirit Hall branch.
He knew all too well what had happened in Lingfeng City.
After all, the esteemed Platinum Bishop had personally ordered him to send the weakest soul power patrolling deacon to Lingfeng City to oversee the awakening.
And now, Su Yuntao had returned with the awakening files.
Matthew also mentioned a child whose martial soul had undergone a malignant mutation but who possessed innate full soul power.
Innate full soul power was extremely rare, and even with a mutated martial soul, such matters were not something they, as insignificant figures, dared to decide on their own. 'Although the hope was slim, if this child was an exception, reporting it promptly would be a great achievement; if he was just a useless child, reporting it wouldn't be a big deal.'
With this thought in mind,the black-robed bishop had no choice but to personally travel to Heaven Dou City, a place far from Notting City.
This journey took almost a month.
The Spirit Hall's organizational structure was extremely tight.
The level of its branch halls was directly related to the size of the city they were located in.
The highest-ranking Spirit Temple was located in the capitals of the two great empires, overseen by the Platinum Bishop.
The second highest was the Spirit Main Hall, located in the provincial capitals or major cities, overseen by the Cardinal.
Intermediate-level Spirit Halls are located in ordinary large cities like Winchester, and are overseen by Purple-Robed Bishops.
Finally, small cities like Linfeng and Notting have a Spirit Hall branch overseen by a Black-Robed Bishop.
As for the Platinum Bishop in charge of the Heaven Dou Spirit Temple,his name is Salas, an 87th-level Soul Douluo.
"Sigh, this is really tormenting my old bones,"
the Black-Robed Bishop thought. It was already evening, but he still went directly to the Spirit Temple located in Heaven Dou City.
The door to the central room on the top floor of the temple was extraordinary.
It was inlaid with all sorts of dazzling gems and gold,clearly indicating the high status of the person inside.
Standing outside, one could almost hear the sounds of women inside,seemingly engaged in some enjoyable activities .
It made one's imagination run wild, tempting one to investigate and join in.
But the Black-Robed Bishop of Notting City dared not; his advanced age meant he was no longer capable.
'Sigh, being a Soul Douluo is really good~'he muttered to himself.
He couldn't just stand there waiting for the other party to finish, could he?
So he respectfully called out, "Lord Salas, Black-robed Bishop Brian of the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall has important matters to report."
Hearing this, the person inside was startled and suddenly shuddered.
His good time had been interrupted—or rather, forced to end.
Even as a Soul Douluo, Salas was not young anymore, and though his heart was willing, his strength was insufficient to start another battle.
Salas was filled with rage, almost dying of anger.
But he still forced himself to speak: "What is it?"
"Your subordinate has brought the awakening files of this year's Rinfeng City, and hopes that Your Excellency will review them." Brian was completely unaware that he had interrupted his superior's good time, and still spoke respectfully.
He was completely unaware that he had interrupted his superior's good time.
"Rinfeng City," Salas murmured in the room, remembering the place.
His anger grew even stronger, and he roared, "What time is it? Can't you bring it tomorrow morning!How dare you disturb an old man for such a trivial matter? "
"If you weren't a bishop of my Spirit Hall, I'd make you pay!"
Salas then prepared to attempt to launch a second war, refusing to believe in such evil.
However, Brian hadn't left yet, adding, "Sir, there's a special child on the list. He has innate full spirit power, but his spirit has undergone a malignant mutation. I can't decide what to do, so..."
Hearing "innate full spirit power," Salas shoved the woman beneath him.
He was about to get up and put on his clothes.
However, upon hearing the second half of the sentence, his face darkened again.
This Brian...
Nevertheless, he slowly opened the door.
He glared fiercely at the black-robed bishop, then snatched the file from his hand, letting out a cold snort.
Salas quickly flipped through the file, soon finding Dongfang Jing's personal information, muttering,
"Dongfang Jing, Shattered Mirror Spirit? Has he joined my Spirit Hall?"
"Reporting to you, sir, according to the deacon in charge of awakening, this child needs to go back and discuss with his parents whether to join the Spirit Hall. We don't know yet."
"Hmm," Salas tapped his fingers rhythmically.
In his understanding, a malignant mutation of the Martial Soul would also affect one's innate Soul Power.
Perhaps, Dongfang Jing was an exception?
Salas hesitated, wondering if it was necessary to report this minor matter to His Holiness the Pope.
After a long while, he ordered Brian, "Send some men to keep a close eye on this Dongfang Jing. If he absorbs a Soul Ring, his Martial Soul changes, and he shows some potential, be sure to recruit him into the Spirit Hall."
Thinking for a moment, he added, "Be discreet. Find a few agility-type Soul Masters skilled in reconnaissance. Don't let word leak out, lest other sects find out and beat us to it!"
"Yes, sir."
"Hmm, you may leave."
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