While the other kids were busy socializing and mingling with each other. Ling was either occupied with his meditation or reading any book at the library to pass the time.
He rarely went to the cafetaria to avoid those cocky noble-born kids who always seemed looking for troubles and boasting about their parents' wealth.
He sat below the lush banyan tree to enjoy the steamed bun that he got from the cafeteria.
Spinning the small crimson spear head around his finger, Ling was eager to reforge the spear to its original shape like he used to have in his previous life.
"One million dead humans, and unfathomable amount of blood to forge my spear. Sigh… it seems like It will take me another hundred years to complete this spear."
At this moment, Ling realized that he was longing for war and battle. But in this peaceful environment, life seemed very mundane and bland without war and the cries of the enemies.
Amidst his serenity, Ling sensed something was coming from the side so fast.
He caught the pebble that was aimed at him with his left hand, causing the delicious steamed bun to be wasted.
"Hahaha! Look at that loner! Eating a steamed bun like a starving monkey!"
Luo Shen, the young master of the Luo Family, who happened to be Ling's senior, looked down at Ling with disdainful eyes.
His entourages also scowled and spoke all sorts of mockery.
Ling waa enraged inside, but he's still retain from doing anything rashly.
This was nothing but a child's play for Ling. In fact, this is nothing to compare when he was in the military where his seniors seriously wanted their juniors to die in vain.
"Two copper coins!" Ling says, approached Luo Shen to which was not really far from him.
"What did you say?"
"You threw this pebble at me which made me waste my bun. Thus, you owed me two copper coins."
Luo Shen laughed hysterically, "Then it's your fault, idiot! Why don't you catch the pebble with your face instead?!"
"Meaning, you don't want to pay me back for the bun?"
"What if I say yes? What are you going to do, punch me with your little fist?"
Ling couldn't bear it any more. He had enough with Luo Shen's unreasonable nonsense.
"Then, forgive this junior for being impolite!" Ling says, grabbing the pebble in his right hand.
Luo Shen wasn't expecting the pebble would travel in such high velocity. It landed on his abdomen and sent him flying a couple dozens meters away.
The foolish young master of the Luo Family grimaced in pain.
"Courting death! You dare to hurt me?! Don't you know who I am? I am Luo Shen! The young master of-"
SLAP!
Ling gave him the back hand slap, the sound was so loud, petrifying Luo Shen in an instant.
"Hey! You two! Why do you just stand there like stupid statue! Do something with him-"
SLAP! SLAP!
Ling slapped him two more times, making Luo Shen's face swollen and nosebleed.
"Listen close, you rascal!" Ling grabbed him by the collar, glared at his eyes with such murderous intent. "I don't give a fuck about your background, your ancestry or any of those shits! I will kill your father and fuck your sister, your mother or even your grandma in front of your face!"
Luo Shen pissed himself, Ling's threat was so unreal. As if it was coming from a demon itself.
"Now get lost before I change my mind!"
Ling kicked Luo Shen's butts so hard and made him run while calling his mother.
"So much for a peaceful meditation, huh?"
Ling walked away from that place with a foul mood, finding more suitable place to meditate.
Before long, he stumbled upon a herb garden where all sorts of medical herbs grows abundant.
Unbeknownst to him, the garden was belong to House of Qinglong.
Out of his curiousity, Ling approached a flower with s single petal. It emitting a bewitching crimson hue that could captivate anyone to touch the petal.
When his finger was about to touch it, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.
"I wouldn't touch that flower if I were you, little boy." he says.
Ling flinched and backed away from the flower. He turned his head towards the direction of the voice.
He felt both oppressed and in a deep awe upon meeting with this elder's with a long white beard.
The elder's hair was thin, bald almost. The skin of his face was all wrinkled, however, his eyes still shone brightly. Filled with boundless knowledge and wisdom.
The old man approached with a walking cane towards Ling. His aura was very strong, and even made Ling stood in place.
'This old man must be a grand master! I can't hear his footsteps even we are so close."
Upon closer look, Ling realized that the old man's feet were not touching the ground, only a centimeter above to gave an illusion that he's walking like a normal human should.
"Pardon my intrusion, elder. I am Ling Zhao, a freshman student in this academy." Ling bowed and cupped his fist respectfully.
"Ho? A freshman student, huh? Then care to explain why you are in my garden? You are not planning to steal one of my precious herbs, aren't you?"
"I wouldn't dare to do that, elder! It will put disgrace upon my mother's name!"
The elder brushed his long white beard, he saw the Ling's potential even just from a glance.
"May I know your name and your hereditary?"
"My name is Ling Zhao! My father is Cao Zhao and my mother is Kwan Xi Yue."
The elder looked at Ling with a malicious intent, his eyes glinting after using his divination.
'So this is the kid who have Level 10 Soul Aptitude? Maybe I can use him as my rat to test my new method to create Heavenly Soul Pill to strengthen my cultivation.' The elder muttered inwardly to himself.
Ling was aware that the elder had saw through his soul with a glance.
"Shit! This man is a bad news!" Ling quickly leaped backward to get away from the elder instinctively.