Lin Xuan stood up, somewhat guiltily calling out to Lin Mengxi.
"Tell me, what are the general job roles for Soul Masters?"
Lin Mengxi glared at Lin Xuan, her eyes radiating an aura of 'If you can't answer, I'll skin you alive!'
"Soul Master teams are generally seven people each, roughly divided into offensive, agile, control, defensive, and support types,"
Lin Xuan said calmly.
He knew this; Soul Master teams were generally seven people, the optimal configuration over tens of thousands of years.
"Very good! But sleeping in class isn't proper without punishment. Run twenty laps around the track after class."
Lin Mengxi's expression softened considerably, but her tone changed sternly.
"Teacher, it's a misunderstanding!"
Lin Xuan quickly raised his hand.
He didn't want to run those twenty laps; he could use that time to practice his basic sword techniques several times over.
"I suddenly broke through to level ten just now,"
Lin Xuan activated his Soul Power, releasing his aura.
"You've broken through to level ten."
Lin Mengxi's pupils contracted, and she said with a hint of joy. She stepped forward and grabbed Lin Xuan's hand, feeling the soul power within him.
"I really broke through!"
Lin Mengxi let go of his hand, a bright smile spreading across her face.
"Consider yourself lucky, kid. I'll waive the twenty laps for you, but don't do it again!"
"Thank you, teacher!"
Lin Xuan chuckled.
"Ah! Lin Xuan, how did you break through to level ten already!"
The chubby boy Wan Yunchao suddenly wailed, saying with envy and jealousy.
At the beginning of the semester, he had fought with Lin Xuan and got a really bad beating. He was thinking of getting revenge later by relying on his martial soul advantage. Now it seemed that hope was slim.
"That's talent, there's nothing you can do about it."
Lin Xuan shrugged rather smugly, making everyone grit their teeth in envy.
"Alright! Stop showing off! Go back and discuss with your family what you want for your first soul spirit!"
Lin Mengxi rolled her eyes at him and said irritably.
"Okay, that's all for today's class."
This was the last class, and after Lin Mengxi left, everyone packed up and left.
On the way home, Tang Wulin, carrying a small schoolbag, blinked at Lin Xuan.
"Brother Xuan, you're so amazing!"
Tang Wulin said admiringly.
"So-so!"
"I just have a slightly higher initial soul power. I believe you can do it too soon, Wulin."
Lin Xuan said with a smile.
Tang Wulin nodded, fidgeting with the hem of his clothes, seemingly hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Xuan looked at Tang Wulin curiously, wondering why he was being so coy.
"Brother Xuan! I'm working for Uncle Mang here and have saved up a little money. If you need money, I can give you some."
Tang Wulin looked at Lin Xuan with sincere eyes.
He knew Lin Xuan's family situation; if not destitute, they were certainly poor. Besides, Brother Xuan had taken in a little sister before.
"Hey! I thought it was something else. It's okay, I still have some savings. You can save this money for buying soul spirits later."
Lin Xuan looked at Tang Wulin with satisfaction. This account had been successfully built. His efforts hadn't been in vain. Tang Wulin nodded upon hearing this.
Brother Xuan definitely knew better than him.
The two parted ways at the next intersection, and Lin Xuan returned home.
"Na'er?"
Lin Xuan called out into the house, but received no response.
"She's still not back. Did she run too far again?"
Lin Xuan put down his bag, looked at the empty room, and shook his head helplessly.
"Let's cook first!"
Lin Xuan went into the kitchen and started preparing dinner.
The sky gradually darkened, the mountains clinging tightly to the last rays of the setting sun, tearing away a patch of evening glow.
"Boom! Boom boom!"
A series of muffled footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Lin Xuan poked his head out of the kitchen and called out,
"Na'er, hurry up and wash your hands, get ready to eat!"
Lin Xuan's words had barely faded when a small figure appeared at the door. Her frame, barely a meter tall, was carrying a snakeskin bag much taller than herself.
"Okay!"
Na'er walked into the yard, throwing the trash she had collected on the ground with a loud thud.
Yes! Na'er had inherited Lin Xuan's trash-collecting business; she now managed all the trash cans in this area.
Sometimes, however, Na'er would go to other neighborhoods and return very late. For safety reasons, Lin Xuan had warned her many times, but the usually obedient Na'er was quite stubborn about this.
"Spicy rabbit heads are here!"
Lin Xuan placed the last bowl of spicy rabbit heads on the table.
This little girl seems to have some kind of connection with rabbits; she has a particular fondness for spicy rabbit heads and can't live without them.
"Delicious!"
Na'er happily hugged the rice cooker, spooning rice into her mouth.
"Na'er, how much savings do we have?"
Compared to Na'er, Lin Xuan's eating manners were much more refined, holding a small bowl and chewing slowly.
"Child... we still have 110,000! What happened?"
Na'er took a bite of rabbit meat and mumbled.
Since taking over Lin Xuan's business, Na'er has become obsessed with collecting garbage. Before long, Lin Xuan simply handed over the family savings to her to manage as well.
Unexpectedly, although Na'er had amnesia, she was exceptionally talented at managing the household .
In just the past six months, their little fortune had grown significantly.
"Tomorrow I'm going to buy a Soul Spirit,"
Lin Xuan said to Na'er.
He planned to buy a ten-year Soul Spirit to make do; a hundred-year Soul Spirit would cost at least a million, and even then, it might not be suitable. Anyway, there would be opportunities to upgrade Soul Spirits at the Spirit Ascension Platform later.
Ten years of Soul Spirit cultivation only requires 70,000, which is more than enough with these savings. As for random draws, even a dog wouldn't play that game.
"Brother, you've broken through to level ten!"
Na'er said happily, taking another big bite of rabbit meat.
"Yeah! When I become a Soul Master, I'll take you out for a good meal!"
Lin Xuan nodded and smiled at Na'er.
"I want spicy rabbit head, hot pot rabbit..."
Na'er said, counting on her fingers, but the content of her words made Lin Xuan sweat.
Damn it, has he spoiled this little girl?
After the two finished eating, they quietly lay down on the bed to sleep.
"Brother, I want to hear a bedtime story!"
Na'er snuggled in Lin Xuan's arms under the covers and said with a soft hum.
"Okay!"
Lin Xuan patted Na'er's head and said affectionately.
"I have a few short stories here: 'The Legend of the White Snake,' 'A Chinese Ghost Story,' 'The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl,' and 'The Lotus Lantern.' Which one do you want to hear?"
"The Legend of the White Snake! Let's start with this one!"
"Long, long ago, at the foot of Mount Qingcheng, there lived a white snake, a soul beast..."
The next day, Lin Xuan asked Lin Ximeng for leave and took 70,000 silver dollars to the Spirit Pagoda.
Spirit Pagodas were scattered throughout the cities of Douluo Continent, and their levels varied depending on the size of the city. In small towns like Aolai City, the Spirit Pagoda was the lowest level, three stories high.
The Spirit Pagoda was located in the center of Aolai City, quite a distance from Lin Xuan's home. He took a bus for more than ten minutes before arriving at the Spirit Pagoda.
This
Spirit Pagoda adopted an octagonal architectural style, three stories high, and stood out grandly in the surrounding area of low-rise houses.
(End of Chapter)