A soul master competition at an intermediate soul master academy was taking place. With so many different martial souls involved, the event turned out to be quite exciting.
The biggest dark horse of the competition was undoubtedly Wang Li. All the other participants were upperclassmen, and their techniques were already well known.
Only Wang Li, as a freshman, relied on his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, winning round after round and sweeping his opponents aside, becoming one of the two finalists.
His opponent was Bai Chen, the overall first-place contender. With his venomous hidden threads, he had easily defeated one opponent after another.
As the finals began, Wang Li instantly produced a massive amount of Blue Silver Grass. He was confident in his own body, but he didn't want to use himself to test the strength of the toxins.
The Blue Silver Grass swept across the arena, neutralizing both the aerial and ground-based hidden threads.
The paralyzing poison was ineffective against the vigorous Blue Silver Grass, and having lost this major advantage, Bai Chen could only be struck by Wang Li's vines and forced to concede.
The final winner: Wang Li!
On the stage, under everyone's gaze, Director Ling, head of the academy's daily affairs department, was amazed by Wang Li's performance. He was extremely pleased to have recruited such a genius. Speaking gently to Wang Li, he said:
"Wang Li, you have amazed me time and again. You are now the president of the student council. I hope that while shouldering this responsibility, you won't neglect your cultivation. I am eager to see how powerful you will be by the time you graduate. Now, say a few words to everyone."
Wang Li nodded and replied,
"Yes, Director Ling!"
Looking at his panel, he saw the 200 experience points he had accumulated over three days of battle. He decided to speak boldly.
Turning to face everyone, Wang Li shouted:
"I, Wang Li, ever since awakening my martial soul, have had people tell me that my Blue Silver Grass martial soul cannot make me a great soul master, even if it is a mutated Blue Silver Grass!"
"But I refuse to accept this. After entering the junior soul master academy, I trained day and night, diligently cultivating until I reached level ten, obtained a soul ring, and graduated early."
"Here, I want to say this: I want to become a great soul master. I want to grow stronger through battling all of you."
"I welcome any challenge. I don't know if this follows the rules, but if any of you can defeat me, the position of president will be handed over. I, Wang Li, only ask to be defeated once!"
Having said this, Wang Li knew that someone would surely challenge him eventually. Every challenge would earn him more experience.
Even the smallest gains add up.
The moment his words fell, the audience erupted in thunderous applause. Bai Chen, Meng Du, Qing Yi, Neil, and others, while full of fighting spirit, couldn't help but feel respect for Wang Li.
Ling's eyes sparkled. Rules aside, just from his personality and charisma, Wang Li deserved the position of student council president.
No wonder Wang Li could rapidly increase his soul power in such a short time. Ling realized that with this talent and mindset, even with only a Blue Silver Grass, he might eventually reach the Soul Emperor or Soul Saint level, becoming a soul master stronger than the academy's dean.
Such a student had to be cultivated with all effort. Ling had already decided to give Wang Li special attention. As head of daily affairs, he had the authority to do so.
After the event, Wang Li followed Ling to the dean's study.
Upon entering, he first saw a tall figure. The person turned and smiled at Ling, saying:
"Ling, thanks to you, we were able to recruit such a talented freshman."
Ling responded modestly,
"This is just my duty."
Then the figure, Gorfah, the dean of Riga Academy, looked at Wang Li with sharp, gentle eyes. He must have understood what had happened before, and smiled:
"Wang Li, you are excellent!"
Wang Li knew this was Gorfah, the dean, with the Flame Leopard martial soul and a level fifty-four Battle Soul King. Gorfah was one of the main reasons Wang Li had chosen Riga Academy.
Not yet fully understanding Gorfah's personality or preferences, Wang Li responded politely:
"Thank you, Dean, for the compliment. Although I am a freshman this year, I will take responsibility as student council president seriously."
Gorfah laughed heartily. His smile held no malice, only a hint of teasing:
"You don't talk like this outside. I prefer your defiant style. The position of president is yours if anyone can defeat you… only one defeat is required, Wang Li."
Wang Li twitched at the corner of his mouth. His bold declaration had reached Gorfah's ears, so he quickly admitted:
"Dean, I am a soul master, and I want to become a great one. Please forgive my little display of recklessness."
Gorfah wasn't angry, so forgiveness was unnecessary. He waved his hand and said:
"The responsibility of the student council president is to be the strongest among the students, to provide a role model and a benchmark."
"You are not wrong; in fact, you have done very well. Keep cultivating. I will personally help you hunt the soul beast for your second soul ring."
"Moreover, if you can reach level twenty-five soul power before graduation, I will give you a special graduation gift."
Wang Li was surprised. Level twenty-five soul power? That would be easy. It seemed the dean's special graduation gift was already his.
But he maintained his composure and said excitedly,
"Thank you, Dean. I will train hard and strive to reach level twenty-five as soon as possible."
Gorfah nodded in approval. Wang Li was only seven years old; by graduation, he would be thirteen. Having level twenty-five soul power at that age would make him a top-tier genius in the entire Fasno Province.
Leaving Gorfah's study, Wang Li followed Ling. Ling said:
"Wang Li, train hard. The dean personally prepared your graduation gift,it is one of a kind!"
Wang Li smiled and replied:
"I understand, Ling. I have never taken a single day off from training if I want to become a great soul master!"
Ling nodded with a smile and continued:
"Classes officially start tomorrow, but as a freshman who is already the student council president, first-grade courses are a waste of your time."
"Don't go to class tomorrow. Come to the academy's garden behind the building, and I will personally guide you!"
Wang Li was surprised but accepted calmly:
"Alright, Ling."
Some battles and events were omitted, with only a brief narration, so the story's pacing and drama were slightly reduced.
Becoming president completed the prerequisites for the dean's intervention, so acquiring the second soul ring could now be scheduled.
By the way, what would be the ideal shape for the protagonist's first storage soul guide device?
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