"This is overspending!"
"This is forcing growth!"
"Just watch, this extreme educational approach may make him seem more mature than others in the early stages, but it will inevitably damage his foundation and limit his future achievements."
Yu Xiaogang's theory was delivered with absolute certainty.
Upon hearing this, the Shrek members around them suddenly realized what was going on.
"Truly a master!"
Ma Hongjun slapped his thigh, his shock instantly turning into disdain:
"I knew it! What's with this three-year-old pretending to be so profound?"
"So they were overdrawing their potential!"
"Tsk tsk, it seems that Dai Mubai from the White World isn't quite as bright as he seems."
Oscar nodded repeatedly:
"We are much happier."
"If I had to learn how to kill at the age of three, I think I would go crazy."
With Yu Xiaogang's "authoritative certification," the mentality of everyone in the underworld quickly returned to balance.
They no longer thought that the White Emperor was that powerful.
Instead, I felt that he was a pitiful creature whose childhood had been ruined, a short-lived ghost destined to not go far.
...
A white world, a star-studded imperial palace.
Unlike the sourness of the dark world.
The main hall here is filled with awe and reverence.
"Three years old..."
Qian Renxue looked at the scene in the sky, a deep surprise flashing in her beautiful golden eyes.
She is an unparalleled genius with innate full soul power at level 20.
He is the successor of the angel god.
Even she, at the age of three, only listened to her grandfather tell stories in the ancestral hall and occasionally acted spoiled.
Did he actively request to learn killing techniques?
That started after I awakened my martial spirit at the age of six.
"Your Majesty, you really make Xue'er feel frustrated."
Qian Renxue turned around, her beautiful face showing a hint of coquettishness. Her original aloof and holy temperament had completely vanished in front of Dai Mubai.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently drew circles on Dai Mubai's chest:
"They always thought they were exceptionally talented."
"I never imagined that His Majesty was already planning for the future of the world at the age of three."
"No wonder you can suppress the two great empires so much that they can't even lift their heads, and even the Spirit Hall has to be subservient to you."
Ning Rongrong was also holding her hands to her heart at this moment, her face full of stars:
"So cool!"
"His Majesty is so imposing at the age of three!"
"That line, 'Learn killing techniques,' was absolutely awesome!"
"Unlike that guy in the underworld, who only knows how to play in the mud and makes a fool of himself."
On the other side of the platform.
Zhu Zhuqing did not speak.
She simply nestled quietly beside Dai Mubai, her tight leather outfit perfectly outlining her voluptuous figure.
Her once clear and cool eyes were now filled with pride and infatuation.
Looking at that small figure with a determined gaze on the sky.
Zhu Zhuqing's heart melted.
This is her man.
He was different from others from a young age; he was a true king from childhood.
She leaned forward slightly, her voluptuous curves pressing against Dai Mubai's arm, creating an amazingly elastic sensation.
"His Majesty."
Zhu Zhuqing's breath was as sweet as orchids, and her voice was soft and gentle.
"I was blind in that world."
"But Zhu Qing of this world is very fortunate."
"I'm so glad to have met someone as wonderful as you."
As she spoke, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her red lips, a gesture that was incredibly dangerously seductive.
She wanted everyone to know.
This man is her pride.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's "flirtatious" appearance, Xiao Wu on the other side was immediately displeased.
"snort!"
Xiao Wu huffed angrily, her pink eyes filled with jealousy.
"Sister Zhuqing, what you're saying is…"
"It's as if we have no vision."
Xiao Wu squeezed out a little space, buried her head in Dai Mubai's arms, and even rubbed her long legs against Dai Mubai's knees:
"I like Brother Mubai the most too!"
"That Dai Mubai from the underworld is a piece of trash, not even worthy to carry Mubai's shoes!"
Below the main hall.
The civil and military officials watched the scene of several beautiful women vying for the emperor's favor on the high platform, and each of them kept their eyes down, not daring to look any longer.
Your Majesty's good fortune with women is due to your great abilities.
All they need to do is admire the young emperor's splendor in the heavens.
...
Just then.
The images above the sky began to rapidly rotate.
[White World: Self-discipline is invincible!]
In the picture.
It was just getting light, around four in the morning.
The entire palace was still asleep.
Three-year-old Dai Mubai had already rolled over and gotten out of bed.
There were no maids to help him dress, and he didn't stay in bed.
He quickly put on his training clothes, washed his face with cold water, and then plunged into the royal library.
The screen flickered rapidly.
Early in the morning, he was studying obscure and difficult military books, his small brows furrowed, and he kept making annotations with a pen in his hand.
At noon, he stood in the scorching sun, his clothes soaked with sweat, which dripped down his chin onto the hot stone slab and evaporated instantly.
But he didn't budge.
His legs were trembling, but his eyes were as firm as a rock.
In the evening, he listened to the Grand Tutor's lecture about the empire's territory, the theory of Soul Masters, and the situation on the continent.
Late at night, he meditated in a quiet room, sensing the spiritual power of heaven and earth.
day to day.
Year after year.
Time flies by in the scene, but the content is surprisingly dull.
There was no playing.
There was no playing.
Even smiling is a rare sight.
That small figure was like a precisely programmed machine, tireless and carefree, frantically absorbing all the nutrients that could make him stronger.
The image, projected through the sky, violently assaulted the senses of everyone in the dark world.
The Dark World.
The crowd, who had been laughing at them, gradually stopped laughing.
A strange sense of suffocation enveloped my heart.
"Is this...is this the kind of life a human being should live?"
Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, looking at the small figure in the video who was still running in the heavy rain, and felt uneasy all over.
"Even robots need to refuel and rest, right?"
"He's only three years old!"
"Is it really necessary to work this hard?"
"I even wonder if he doesn't feel tired at all?"
Many ordinary Soul Masters felt their scalps tingle as they watched.
They feel they've worked very hard after practicing for an hour or two.
It can be compared to the one on the sky.
They're just wasting their lives!
"Even the princes are working so hard..."
Someone muttered to themselves, their voice filled with despair:
"They not only have better backgrounds than us and are more talented than us, but they also work a hundred times harder than us."
"How are ordinary people like us supposed to live?"
This kind of all-around crushing dominance leaves no room for jealousy, only a deep sense of powerlessness.
At this time.
As a point of comparison, Dai Mubai from the Dark World had an extremely grim expression.
The defenses have been breached.
The defenses have been completely breached.
Watching someone who looks exactly like you living such a hellish life.
Dai Mubai felt a tickling sensation all over his body.
(End of chapter)