Battle Through the Heavens: Xiao Yan, who was kidnapped to another world

"Does the academy have a library?" More than courses and rules, Xiao Yan was more concerned about the collection of books.

'Does your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still have any books in its collection?'

Shao Xin looked at Ning Rongrong with some confusion, and after noticing that Ning Rongrong looked away awkwardly, he sighed, "Old Lu, Flander, and I should have some that you haven't seen before. You can come find us when you have some free time."

'These little girls nowadays are really something, they can even do that to ten-year-olds.'

Just as Xiao Yan was about to ask for two books to read, the sound of a bell ringing came from outside.

Dai Mubai quickly stood up and said, "This is the dean's summons. Fatty, you take them directly to the main playground, I'll go call Zhu Qing."

After saying that, he quickly left the cafeteria.

Watching his departing figure, Ma Hongjun muttered, "Boss Dai seems to have changed a bit. I've never seen him care about a woman this much before."

Ma Hongjun's words made Xiao Wu laugh: "How old are you? Still calling yourself a woman."

Ma Hongjun snorted in disdain at Xiao Wu's mockery, but in the end he didn't say anything harsh. He just urged everyone to hurry up and gather, saying that the dean didn't like anyone being late.

The group quickly arrived at the large playground. Before they could exchange more than a few words, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing arrived as well. However, Zhu Zhuqing kept a certain distance from Dai Mubai, while Dai Mubai's expression was extremely unpleasant.

Seeing Dai Mubai's expression, Oscar gloated and said, "It seems that Boss Dai has run into a snag. His self-proclaimed invincible methods of picking up girls have really backfired this time."

After taking his place in the crowd, Dai Mubai, who had clearly heard Oscar's earlier words, "forcefully" patted Oscar on the shoulder. Oscar, feeling the sting of Dai Mubai's revenge, simply smiled, and it seemed that Dai Mubai hadn't actually patted him hard.

As they were talking, a middle-aged man walked over from the other side of the playground.

'As expected, it's that unscrupulous merchant...' Xiao Yan glanced at Ning Rongrong and found that there was no surprise on her face, which clearly indicated that she knew the appearance and name of the person who came.

"Let me introduce myself. I am your Dean, Flander. On behalf of the academy, I welcome you. Later, you will pay your tuition of one hundred gold soul coins to Teacher Li, Mu Bai." Flander's long face was full of seriousness.

“Yes.” Dai Mubai stepped forward.

"After you take them to pay their fees, you should talk to them about the college's rules and regulations," Flander instructed Dai Mubai, then looked at the six freshmen. "After you pay your fees, you should all get some rest. The first class of this semester is tonight, except for Oscar and Ning Rongrong."

"Alright, you can go with Mu Bai to pay the fees now. Oscar and Ning Rongrong, stay here for now."

As soon as the words were spoken, Ma Hongjun, who had not been mentioned at all, disappeared in a flash. Zhu Zhuqing also turned around and left. Xiao Yan planned to borrow two books about soul beasts after Flander finished his lecture, so he didn't move. Tang San also seemed to have something to discuss with this Soul Saint, so he didn't leave either.

"You two are support-type Soul Masters. Although the specific categories are different, they are basically the same. Soul Masters like you need the protection of your teammates on the battlefield, but when you are isolated and helpless, you can only rely on yourselves."

Flander glanced at the three people listening in, but didn't care, calmly continuing to impart his theories.

"At that time, what you need most is physical strength. Only with enough physical strength can you support your escape and survive. Every extra step you take increases your chances of survival."

Xiao Yan's expression shifted slightly. "Dean, is it possible that, under normal circumstances, food-type Soul Masters have no chance of ever going to the battlefield? And that Soul Masters with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda are of little use on the battlefield?"

“You have a good idea,” Flander glanced at Xiao Yan. “But what if it’s not a special situation?”

"what's the situation?"

"When food-type Soul Masters and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Masters must stand on the battlefield." Flander said, his hands behind his back, as if everything was under his control.

"In that situation, they would be the enemy's primary target, and they would definitely be protected by our Soul Masters..."

"What if there's no Soul Master to protect us?" Flander rudely interrupted Xiao Yan.

“The lack of Soul Master protection means our side has been completely defeated,” Xiao Yan frowned. Despite it being a routine debate, Flander’s behavior of not letting others finish speaking annoyed Xiao Yan.

"So what? In a situation of defeat, shouldn't you just run away?" Flander said casually.

“On the contrary, since they have already been defeated, support-type Soul Masters only have two choices,” Xiao Yan frowned more and more deeply, “suicide, or wait to be captured.”

Is this even a legitimate academy? I know you want them to run and improve their physical fitness...

Putting aside whether it's useful or not, don't you find the analogy of sending food-type Soul Masters and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Masters to the front lines strange?

Why would you use such obvious noble jargon to fool commoner Soul Masters?

Chapter 36 He got into a fight with the dean on the first day of school.

"Suicide or waiting to be captured?" Flander laughed contemptuously. "I didn't expect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to have such a spineless coward as you."

Tang San, who was listening in, also showed a hint of contempt on his face.

Even Oscar looked at Xiao Yan with surprise, and it seemed that he also disagreed with what Xiao Yan said.

As for Ning Rongrong, she turned her head away somewhat guiltily, it was unclear whether it was because what Xiao Yan said did not conform to the aristocratic concept, or for some other reason.

"What does this have to do with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?" Xiao Yan sighed helplessly.

"Dean Flander, I know you're planning to have Oscar and Rongrong improve their physical fitness, or simply have them run to temper Rongrong's temperament. And you only dare to do this with the approval of some high-ranking leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, right?"

"Ha, how could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School possibly control a free spirit like me?" Flander said disdainfully.

No wonder it's a college recommended by the teacher!

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes almost sparkled with golden light.

"Okay, then let's say you're preparing them for physical exercise."

Xiao Yan was too lazy to argue. If it weren't for the fact that he had a pretty good chat with Oscar yesterday, he wouldn't have bothered with Flander's attempt to tame Oscar using aristocratic rhetoric.

"You didn't mean to suggest that after a battlefield defeat, support-type Soul Masters should run away, because only by running away could they possibly survive. You didn't mean that, did you?"

"So what? Does that mean only my own ideas can be used for teaching?" Flander said dismissively.

“Then I understand,” Xiao Yan nodded. “The person who told you this must be a nobleman, right? Even if he or his family must have a very high status in the two great empires or duchies, right?”

Without even needing Flander's reply, Xiao Yan understood just from the frozen expression on his face.

"So, that kind of rhetoric is purely something nobles and high-ranking officials use to deceive people!"

Xiao Yan said earnestly. To be honest, he didn't think his few simple words could change anyone's mind, but considering that everyone was a commoner, it was better to say what needed to be said.

"I wonder if Dean Flander said those things to Dai Mubai. If he did, he probably thinks you're a good dog of the nobility."

Xiao Yan didn't even bother to pay attention to Flander's dark expression and continued speaking to himself.

"If a support-type Soul Master chooses to flee after a defeat on the battlefield, he will most likely die. He might have a chance to survive, but he will definitely not be a food-type Soul Master or a Soul Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

“No general in any country would overlook a food-type Soul Master who plays a vital role in logistics,” Xiao Yan glanced at Oscar, a thirteen-year-old, level twenty-nine food-type Soul Master with a promising future.

"His escape shows that this Soul Master is extremely loyal and will definitely send another Soul Master to hunt him down. A support-type Soul Master who is powerless will naturally not escape death."

So you're choosing to surrender?

This time, it was actually Tang San who asked the question.

“My suggestion is suicide, because surrendering only leads to becoming a breeding tool,” Xiao Yan glanced at Oscar and noticed that he had a strange blush on his face, as if he thought that kind of ending was pretty good.

“In this situation, once the first child of a support-type Soul Master awakens his Martial Soul, he will no longer be necessary.”

Not knowing how to evaluate Oscar's personality, Xiao Yan could only offer this advice.

"So? You think physical fitness isn't important?"

Tang San seemed to think that a simple "So what?" could cover up all the facts that Xiao Yan had said.

“For support-type Soul Masters, choosing a good teammate is more important than mindlessly training their physical abilities,” Xiao Yan said, too lazy to argue with Tang San who was inexplicably exploding. “If Dean Flander needs Oscar and Rongrong to train their physical abilities, he can just say so directly. There’s no need to use your ‘noble friend’ rhetoric to brainwash them.”

"...You two go run laps, five laps around the whole village... Try to finish before noon. You're allowed to use your Martial Soul for assistance. Let's go, Oscar will lead the way." Flander looked completely listless.

"Yes!"

Oscar didn't care about what would happen on the battlefield in the future; he only knew that Flanders seemed to have a genuine act of kindness today, as he only needed to run five laps!

After Oscar and Ning Rongrong had run out, Flander pointed at Tang San and said, "You come with me alone."

Tang San nodded, then waved to Xiao Wu behind him, who wanted to follow, before striding after Flander into the academy.

"Remember our bet this morning? You owe me a meat bun now," Xiao Yan shouted from behind. "Just one!"

Tang San frowned: 'Ha, caring only about petty gains and not about national righteousness, what good is a useless piece of trash even if his martial soul talent is high?'

Without responding, he silently followed behind Flander.

"A mere copper soul coin is enough to establish a relationship. If you bring it, I'll acknowledge that we still have some connection."

Xiao Yan didn't care whether Tang San answered or not, and ran straight out of the village.

Flander's office, which is also his residence, is not far from the small training ground where Tang San and Zhao Wuji fought yesterday. The room is simply furnished with only the necessary items.

Flander sat down behind his desk, looked at Tang San, and a complex light suddenly appeared in his eyes, "Is Master alright?"

Tang San nodded and said, "Teacher is very good."

Flander looked at him with some surprise. "You're his student? No wonder, no wonder he even gave you this belt..."

Tang San raised his hand and swept it across the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges, handing a letter to Flander. "Before I set off, my teacher told me to give this letter to the dean after I passed the academy's exam and was accepted."

Upon hearing Tang San's words, a trace of sadness, mixed with a hint of amusement, flashed in Flander's eyes. "He's still so stubborn, that's just his style! This guy, finally remembered to contact me?"

As he spoke, he slowly opened the envelope and took out the clean white letter inside. Tang San could clearly see that Flander's hand was trembling slightly as he opened the letter.

Tang San had no idea what was written in the letter; he could only watch Flander's ever-changing expression.

Flanders was sometimes happy, sometimes angry; almost every emotion, from joy to anger to sorrow, had appeared on his face.

"Fine, fine, you old codger, you old bastard, what are you trying to prove? What's there to prove? Don't you know that actually..."

Flander seemed to have gone a bit crazy, muttering things Tang San couldn't understand.

Suddenly, he abruptly raised his head and stared at Tang San. "Since you are his proof, you must not let him down! Go now, hurry up and prepare for tonight's lesson; it won't be easy!"

After Tang San left, Flander slowly put the letter into his soul tool. He didn't understand what that guy wanted to prove; nor did he understand why that guy would say those kinds of remarks that Xiao Yan called "aristocratic rhetoric" in front of him. Was it intentional? Or unintentional?

Flander didn't know, nor did he want to know. All he knew was that Yu Xiaogang was his best friend... nothing more.

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"Oscar, how far is this lap?" Ning Rongrong looked up at the road ahead, her face full of helplessness.

“The distance of one lap is about seven thousand meters,” Xiao Yan answered Ning Rongrong’s question, not Oscar who was lying there like a dead dog. “Take your time, don’t rush. After you finish, go to Soto City and find a good place to eat.”

Xiao Yan had a faint smile on his face.

"Seven thousand meters... thirty-five thousand meters in total? Looks like we really won't make it in time for the academy's lunch..." Ning Rongrong smiled helplessly.

"Didn't Dean Flander say we could use our Martial Souls? Why don't you just speed things up for us?" Xiao Yan said with a smile.

"Wow, bro, isn't your idea a bit too obvious? Do you really think you can fool anyone?"

Oscar, who was listening to their conversation ahead, was shocked. He was running while using his soul power, and even he couldn't last two laps. Could Ning Rongrong really last even one lap?!

“That makes sense!” As a result, Ning Rongrong directly summoned her martial spirit, “Seven Treasures have names, the second one is: Speed.”