The Letter...

Long Yuan's heart swelled with delight when Wong Wei announced that classes would commence the following day. The anticipation of embarking on his journey at the Spirit Academy filled him with happiness. Moreover, he had already had the opportunity to explore the prestigious Canteen, a culinary haven that occupied an entire floor. The prospect of receiving complimentary meals from there heightened his excitement. Long Yuan recognized the Academy's unwavering commitment to its students' welfare and was determined to excel not only in cultivation but also in his studies.

Wasting no time, Long Yuan made his way swiftly to the cafeteria. He could feel the gnawing hunger in his stomach, having only consumed a milkshake earlier that day. As he rose from his seat, he noticed a stream of fellow students flowing toward the cafeteria, all eager to satiate their own appetites. He knew that the elevator would likely be crammed with people, so he decided to take the stairs instead. Glancing to his side, he saw Xiao opting for the same course of action. Although Long Yuan acknowledged the familiar face, he didn't pay much heed and continued on his path toward the cafeteria.

Entering the bustling cafeteria, he sensed an undercurrent of awkwardness among the students, a shared feeling of being out of place. Some appeared to dismiss the ambiance, showing indifference to their surroundings. Long Yuan approached the counter and, with a sense of anticipation, requested his portion. The attentive staff promptly handed him a plate brimming with a carefully prepared, highly nutritious meal.

Finding a vacant table for two, Long Yuan settled in and began to eat. The cafeteria provided an ample number of tables, ensuring that each of the thirty students could dine separately if they so desired. Long Yuan found solace in this arrangement, relishing the solitude it offered. As he savored the flavors of his meal, he noticed how quickly he polished off what was placed before him. It dawned on him that requesting seconds would only yield another single plate, an amount insufficient to satisfy his voracious appetite.

Determined not to settle for less, Long Yuan approached the counter once again. He engaged the bewildered staff, explaining his insatiable hunger and requesting at least five additional servings of the nourishing fare. The staff member's initial surprise soon gave way to acceptance, realizing that these children were carefully chosen by the Spirit Pagoda. "Alright, kid. You can go back to your seat. I'll arrange for someone to serve you more food," the nameless staff member declared.

"Thank you," Long Yuan replied, his smile beaming with gratitude. Returning to his designated spot, he eagerly awaited the arrival of his extended feast. Soon enough, his additional servings were brought to him, and he wasted no time in indulging his ravenous appetite.

Amidst the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of conversation, curious gazes fell upon Long Yuan. The other students watched in awe as he devoured his substantial meal. They couldn't help but wonder if he possessed the capacity to digest even half of what he consumed. Nevertheless, they carried on with their own activities, most attempting to forge connections and initiate conversations. However, Long Yuan, lost in the simple pleasure of savoring each bite, found himself disinterested in such social pursuits.

Finally satiated, Long Yuan left the cafeteria and made his way back to his room. As he stepped inside, he marveled at its generous size, complete with a private washroom and shower. The room boasted a well-appointed desk and chair, alongside a queen-sized bed. He couldn't help but find the accommodations somewhat extravagant for an academy, but he quickly dismissed any reservations. He had grown accustomed to such treatment, understanding that he was being afforded the privileges reserved for the elite.

Seating himself on the comfortable bed, Long Yuan gazed at his hand adorned with a ring gifted to him by his father. In an act of instinct, he channeled some of his soul power into the ring, unlocking its latent abilities. Suddenly, the contents of the ring were laid bare before him.

The ring, a spatial storage soul guide device, held a capacity of thirty cubic meters. Long Yuan recognized its profound value, an item of immense significance. Within the depths of the ring, he discovered a Federation card and a letter. Intrigued, he summoned both into his hand, allowing his curiosity to guide him as he read the heartfelt message.

"Son, apply yourself diligently in your studies, for you have the potential to become a powerful soul master. Your mom and I have taken care of everything else; just give it your best. The accompanying card holds 35 million federation coins, a symbol of our unwavering support. Reach out to Zang Wei if you need more. We love you deeply; apologies for the brevity of this letter."

These words, etched with love, convey a profound message. Despite physical separation, their spirits remain intertwined. The ring they gifted carries their hopes and the weight of generations. They believe in his greatness and urge him to nurture his potential, walking a challenging path with unwavering determination.

The brief letter overflows with emotions. The love of his parents shines brighter than the stars, illuminating their thoughts. They cheer him on, reminding him that he is never alone. Their support will guide him through darkness, fuel his pursuit of excellence, and leave an indelible mark on the world.

With overflowing love and pride, his parents assure him of their constant presence. They stand beside him, forever cheering as he embarks on a remarkable journey of self-discovery and mastery. Their message is clear: embrace their love, give it his all, and make his mark upon the world.

Long Yuan fought back tears as he read his father's words. His father had envisioned him as a strong man, one who didn't succumb to tears. With a resolute spirit, he set the letter aside. It was time for a rejuvenating bath, a chance to wash away the fatigue of the day. After freshening up, Long Yuan emerged from his room, facing the realization that an entire day lay before him until classes commenced.

He let out a contemplative sigh, acknowledging the passing hours yet refraining from complaint. This respite, an opportunity to rest and unwind, might not come his way again in the near future. With a sense of purpose, Long Yuan decided to seize the day and devote it to peaceful slumber, allowing his weary body and mind to find solace in much-needed rest