God Realm, Sea God's Residence.
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"Brother San!" Xiao Wu called from behind him, "What happened on the Douluo Continent?"
Tang San, draped in a luxurious blue robe, his gaze flickering, his expression shifting between dark and bright: "That burgeoning new star's destiny has undergone a strange fluctuation! Who dares to sabotage my ten-thousand-year grand plan? They are courting death!"
A fierce look crossed Tang San's face as he resolutely decided: "We must send Little Seven down immediately to intersect with the Son of Destiny!"
Xiao Wu hesitated: "But Little Seven is still young..."
You sheath of a sword, why so much fuss? Isn't it better to invite them for a feast, behead them, and take them as a dog? Tang San's face showed displeasure, and he said directly:
"Don't worry, I have comprehensive arrangements for Little Seven. I am her father; how could I harm her?"
That's true. Xiao Wu nodded, Brother San was doing what was best for Little Seven.
Tang San's doubts were not dispelled. No, although the Son of Destiny was bound to have an intersection with the Tang Sect under his interference, it still wasn't entirely safe. He needed to increase the stakes—send an avatar!
He pinched the center of his brow, and a wisp of his Martial Soul detached, heading straight for the Douluo Star.
Suddenly!
A purple-black thunderbolt crackled, spreading out, arriving faster than the avatar. It pierced the detached Martial Soul, causing a few wisps of gray smoke to drift away as the Divine Power was completely annihilated.
It must be a God King making a move!
Tang San grunted, waved his hand to signal Xiao Wu to leave, then looked up at the gray-robed figure standing suspended in the air: "Destruction, I was merely performing reasonable technical adjustments to the luck of the Douluo Star. What are you doing?"
"One must not casually interfere with the lower realms, ha." The God of Destruction pointed at the Douluo Star and asked mockingly, "You didn't casually interfere, you went straight for a God Descent, didn't you?"
"So what if I did!" After Xiao Wu left, Tang San stopped pretending and sneered, "My beast slave is still on the Douluo Star; what's wrong with taking care of her?!"
The God of Destruction clicked his tongue in amazement: "A fellow who can't even be bothered by his own teacher, yet he has the leisure to look after a beast slave?"
Destruction, you're asking for death!
Tang San's eyes were splitting with rage. He grabbed his Trident and engaged the God of Destruction in a fierce battle.
...
Beside the corpse of the God-Slaying Wind Baboon, a boy in tattered clothes lay unconscious. A giant, fat silkworm over ten meters long was examining him:
"Finally, I've encountered a Spirit Master with a Martial Soul attribute of Martial Soul! Too bad this brother doesn't know how to cry, or I'd be weeping buckets right now!"
Just as the Skydream Iceworm let out a wild shriek, a gray airflow tore through the sky and, without a word, drilled straight into Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness!
An aged voice, carrying an indescribable majesty, rang out: "Holding the sun and moon, plucking the stars; there is no one in this world like me. I never expected that an ounce of my remnant soul could still survive."
"What thing dares to fight me for this person?" The Skydream Iceworm roared in anger. Its massive spiritual fluctuations instantly surged, attempting to expel the gray airflow from Huo Yuhao's body.
The Skydream Iceworm's soul shock had no effect on the figure. Meanwhile, its rapidly shrinking true form reminded the Skydream Iceworm that its time was running out.
Before it could take further action, a drop of strangely colored liquid appeared from nowhere. It passed through his spiritual barrier as if it had no substance, dripping into Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness from the outside.
The Skydream Iceworm was dumbfounded: "Crap, saying one thing already put me in third place?"
Complaining, but the Skydream Iceworm's actions were not slow in the least. It directly severed all its retreat paths and poured its spiritual origin into Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness.
A circle of faint white Spirit Rings quietly materialized, spiraling around Huo Yuhao's body three times before fading again, merging into him and disappearing.
Sea of Consciousness.
Huo Yuhao scratched his head, reaching out to try and cup the falling water droplet, but the droplet passed through his hand without resistance, falling into a small puddle.
Suddenly, a golden light pierced this space, rapidly forming ten orbs of light—like miniature suns—frantically trying to dispel the gray sphere that was gradually approaching the small puddle.
The gray sphere remained unaffected. The golden light, however, was not discouraged and shone diligently upon the small puddle beneath Huo Yuhao's feet.
Yet, the small puddle seemed to have merged with the illusory water droplet; it was clear and bright, showing no reaction whatsoever!
Huo Yuhao was suddenly enlightened, and a surge of information flooded his mind.
Audience: Possessing outstanding Martial Soul and keen observation skills, like an onlooker, scrutinizing the "actors" in secular society. Through their expressions, gestures, verbal tics, and subtle, unknown movements, one can glimpse their true thoughts.
Every time the true thoughts of another are grasped, Chaos Qi can be condensed.
Chaos Qi: Can merge into the Sea of Consciousness, enhancing its strength, evolving it in a certain direction, and advancing its abilities to the next stage.
Audience?
Does this mean I already possess this ability? Huo Yuhao was bewildered. He tried asking:
"Uh, what happened? Am I dreaming?"
"You are Huo Yuhao, right? I am the Skydream Iceworm. If you could have such a beautiful dream, wouldn't you be ecstatic?" The Skydream Iceworm said irritably while copying its memories and condensing its massive silkworm body.
Then, it quickly educated Huo Yuhao about the Sea of Consciousness, the wisdom Spirit Ring, and the second Martial Soul, emphasizing how incredibly lucky he was to be favored by a million-year Soul Beast.
Finally, it put on an air of profound wisdom: "As long as you listen to this brother in the future, this brother will take you to win 365 times in 365 days!"
"Don't worry, this brother has the strength. I just played a ten-thousand-year game with Di Tian and the others in the Lake of Life at the center of the Star Dou Great Forest."
Huo Yuhao diligently watched his performance, trying to act like a qualified audience member. He suppressed all the surprise in his heart, thought for a moment, and then asked:
"Brother Tianmeng, may I call you that? What role did you play in that game?"
"Cough, cough, those are minor details." The Skydream Iceworm laughed awkwardly, "You just need to remember to whip Di Tian hard for me when you become successful later."
"The most practical thing right now is the first Spirit Ring this brother has added to your Martial Soul Eyes Martial Soul!"
"An unprecedented million-year Spirit Ring, a wisdom Spirit Ring."
"One Ring, Four Abilities!"
One Ring, Four Abilities! This number was even above the legendary hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring!
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath: "Brother Tianmeng, what are the four Martial Soul abilities?"
Having his true nature seen through by this brat just now, the Skydream Iceworm needed to save face. It meticulously introduced the "Mental Detection, Mental Sharing, Soul Shock, and Spiritual Interference four Martial Soul abilities."
Huo Yuhao found that after understanding the Audience ability, his thinking speed became faster, and his consideration of issues became more comprehensive.
"Brother Tianmeng, I roughly understand these four Martial Soul abilities."
"I understand that Mental Detection and Mental Sharing are bound together, but Soul Shock and Spiritual Interference seem very similar."
"Nonsense!" The Skydream Iceworm immediately retorted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but its voice gradually weakened, "One is clearly focused on killing, while the other can make the target's Martial Soul abilities lose accuracy."
Huo Yuhao was puzzled:
"When a target is hit by Soul Shock, can they still use their Martial Soul abilities precisely?"
"Well... no, they can't." To cover his embarrassment, the Skydream Iceworm simply said, "Hurry up and tell me what Spirit Ability you want to change, while the Martial Soul abilities haven't completely solidified!"
Huo Yuhao began to think seriously.
Mental Detection allows everything to be seen clearly, Mental Sharing allows partners to gain buffs, and Soul Shock is a powerful output Spirit Ability.
What he needed was one more ability to cover his back, or one suitable for escaping.
"Brother Tianmeng, would it be convenient to ask, um, what was the basis for you ending that ten-thousand-year game?"
Huo Yuhao tried very hard to probe indirectly, doing his best to consider the Skydream Iceworm's feelings, but the Skydream Iceworm could tell he had guessed its humiliating past and said mournfully:
"Fine, fine. That was the innate Spirit Ability of my Iceworm clan: Simulation. I estimate that before you fully awaken, Spiritual Interference will be replaced by Simulation."
"Oh, right, your body is too weak. I sealed a massive power within you. But this power can only help you increase the age of your Spirit Rings when your cultivation reaches a certain level, which means increasing the power of your Martial Soul abilities."
"The power of your first Spirit Ring's Spirit Ability increases according to your body's tolerance. With the body you have now for your first Spirit Ring, you can at most withstand the Spirit Ring of a four-hundred-year Soul Beast. Therefore, the actual power of your first Spirit Ring is four hundred years. Later, when you break through and can withstand the Spirit Ring of a thousand-year Soul Beast, the power of your first Spirit Ring will become a thousand years. This means your first Spirit Ring can evolve at any time, and the same applies to the other Spirit Rings you acquire later. Of course, the power of evolution I can grant you is limited. The stronger the other Spirit Rings you acquire, the more power I can save. With the power I sealed within you, I can support up to ten Spirit Rings reaching the hundred-thousand-year level."
"Among the four Martial Soul abilities I provided you, only Soul Shock has direct offensive power. So, you still need to be a bit sneaky and become strong step by step!"
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and said seriously:
"Brother Tianmeng, even though my Innate Soul Power is only at level one, I will strive to become a strong person and absolutely not let down your choice!"
"That's good. However, your aptitude is truly lacking. Sigh... Your Martial Soul Eyes Martial Soul is a mutated variant. Its inherent potential is good, but the process of its mutation also caused your bodily functions to be significantly affected from a young age."
"Coupled with the miserable life you've lived, your body is frail, your meridians are narrow and sluggish, making cultivation somewhat difficult. Take your time; there's no need to rush this. Oh, right, there's one more thing I must tell you.'"
"Did you see that illusory small water droplet that merged into your Sea of Consciousness earlier, and the gray sphere next to it?"
Huo Yuhao replied: "I saw them. Are those also your power?"
The Skydream Iceworm said: "No, I don't know what they are either, but what is certain is that they are completely unrelated. That gray sphere is a wisp of remnant soul, I don't know where it came from. Don't worry, protecting you is no problem for me."
"That water droplet is very strange; it gives me a bizarre feeling of coexisting reality and illusion. It seems to pose no harm to you; it's like the seed of some kind of power. I believe you have already felt it.'"
"Alright, you should go out now. Those two humans outside have been waiting for you, and they don't bear any ill will towards you.'"
"Two humans?" Huo Yuhao's vision blurred, and his consciousness quickly returned to reality.
...
"Why isn't he waking up yet!" Tang Ya patted Huo Yuhao's face, casting a questioning look toward Beibei beside her.
A strange voice, accompanied by gradually clearer footsteps, came from the other side:
"Soul Power disorder caused by absorbing a Spirit Ring that clashes with the Martial Soul's attribute. It looks like he's about to wake up.'"
Tang Yin, dressed in the elegant and noble attire of the Star Luo nobility, with a calm and refined temperament, walked over. He casually glanced at the corpse of the Wind Baboon.
This was just his deduction.
The Divine Power from the detached Martial Soul had already been destroyed by the God of Destruction. He, formed by the remnants of that detached Martial Soul making a lucky guess, was merely an ordinary eleven-year-old genius with Blue Silver Grass, possessing level twenty-nine Soul Power.
Now, what concerned him more was: who exactly was the Son of Destiny?
With the God of Destruction restraining him in the God Realm, and the intentional concealment by the Douluo Star's world Consciousness, observing the situation was like looking at flowers in the mist or the moon in the water. Now, he only knew that the Son of Destiny must have a connection with the Tang Sect.
He could only judge based on his own experience, after all, he himself was once the Son of Destiny on the Douluo Star.
This little beggar before him?
Narrow, sluggish meridians, a physique so frail it looked like he had suffered long-term malnutrition.
How could the Son of Destiny be this miserable? He definitely isn't the Son of Destiny
Beibei nodded. Although it defied common sense, the event had happened right before his eyes.
Just as Beibei was about to ask the name of this insightful youth, Huo Yuhao woke up.
He first attempted Mental Detection, and upon realizing he wasn't dreaming, an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy rushed through him. He couldn't help but shout, "I succeeded!"
The spiritual fluctuations emanating from his eyes made even Tang Yin look over slightly.
The trash Martial Soul from ten thousand years ago had actually been developed.
Beibei asked curiously, "Little Brother Yuhao, is your Martial Soul of the spiritual attribute? I felt intense spiritual fluctuations just now."
Huo Yuhao then noticed Tang Yin's presence and replied:
"My Martial Soul is the Martial Soul Eyes, of the spiritual attribute."
Beibei's eyes lit up, but he heard Tang Ya cough. After a slight hesitation, he didn't say the words he had ready.
After signaling Beibei with her eyes, Tang Ya changed the subject and asked:
"This young brother just now was so observant and insightful; is he also a Spirit Master of the spiritual attribute?"
Tang Yin naturally would not tell her that this was the sight granted by his Purple Demon Eye, which came with this incarnation. He shook his head:
"Tang Yin, Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, a twenty-ninth-level Spirit Grandmaster!"
Blue Silver Grass?! Tang Ya's eyes sparkled, and she asked, "We are from the main family, aren't we? How old are you?"
"Eleven and a half."
Tang Ya's eyes almost popped out. When she was eleven and a half, she had only just reached the two-ring level!
So, the persistence of the Ancestor Tang San in selecting a Sect Master with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was actually correct?
"Little Brother Tang Yin, who else is in your family?"
Tang Yin was confused by these questions, but he couldn't tell the truth:
"There is no one else, only myself left."
Tang Ya was overjoyed and blurted out, "That's truly wonderful."
Tang Yin: "?"
Huo Yuhao, who was diligently trying to view the situation from an audience perspective, was instantly stunned. Tang Ya's joy was absolutely genuine, which could be seen from the Chaos Qi condensed in his Sea of Consciousness.
Beibei, on the other hand, looked speechless and lightly tapped Tang Ya's head, "How do you speak?"
He thought for a moment, then asked Huo Yuhao again:
"Little Brother Huo, what is the situation with your family?"
"My situation is the same as Tang Yin's."
Tang Ya clapped her hands and laughed, "Ah, perfect! Little Brother Yuhao, Brother Tang Yin, since neither of you has any other plans, why don't you join my Tang Sect? The Tang Sect was once the number one Sect under heaven!"
Huo Yuhao keenly caught the word "my." Did joining this so-called Tang Sect really seem like a good choice?
Tang Yin, however, was secretly delighted. He had actually run into people from the Tang Sect directly!
Although when he ascended to the God Realm ten thousand years ago, he had hidden the complete 'Poison Sutra' near the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, where the poisonous miasma for a hundred miles made it impossible for anyone to find the entrance.
To prevent future Sect Masters from becoming too powerful and causing evil in the world, he left behind a castrated version of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, which lacked the sections for the extraordinary meridians and could never reach the Grand Cycle.
He also established the ancestral teaching, "There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Spirit Masters," encouraging the selection of successors with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
But watching the Tang Sect decline day by day in the God Realm, it was impossible for him not to be disappointed.
Now, to have the chance to join the Tang Sect himself, revitalize its glory, and continue to search for the Son of Destiny through the Sect—Tang Yin could not give up. He said directly, "Good! I join."
"First come, first served. Ancestor Tang San's Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges is yours!" Tang Ya giggled and presented him with a welcome gift.
Huo Yuhao, however, hesitated and asked quietly:
"Big Sister Ya, I've heard some legends about the Tang Sect, like the Four Great Single-Attribute Families, but I don't know where the Tang Sect is."
Seeing that Tang Yin had agreed, Tang Ya's tone relaxed significantly:
"The Four Great Single-Attribute Families have already vanished into the dust of history. The foundation of the Tang Sect was seized, and it no longer has a mansion. Currently, all that remains of the Tang Sect are myself and Beibei. I am the current Sect Master of the Tang Sect, and Beibei is my founding senior disciple."
Tang Yin frowned:
"I know about the extermination of the Four Great Single-Attribute Families. It happened after the great war four thousand years ago when the Douluo Continent and the Sun Moon Continent collided."
"The Hidden Weapon market on the Douluo Continent was impacted by the Soul Guidance Devices of the Sun-Moon Empire. These four families were unwilling to weather the storm with the Tang Sect and research Hidden Weapon. Instead, they turned to try and develop Soul Guidance Devices—that external artifact—and in the end, internal and external conflicts erupted, leading to them being made an example of."
"Ah?"
Huo Yuhao looked at the two of them in shock. This was something he didn't know. Were the Tang Sect's rules really that strict? Coupled with Tang Ya being the Sect Master, and considering her emotional intelligence displayed earlier, the future prospects of the Tang Sect seemed worrying.
Beibei coughed twice and said:
"You have seen the situation, Little Brother Huo. Right now, the Tang Sect only has me and Little Ya—oh, now adding Little Brother Tang Yin, there are three of us."
"But we will definitely strive to restore the Tang Sect to its former glory. If you are willing, you are welcome to join. Little Ya wasn't entirely wrong; there is one technique in the Tang Sect that should be very suitable for you to cultivate. It will be very beneficial for your future development."
Huo Yuhao hesitated for a moment, then asked, "If I join the Tang Sect, what do I need to do?"
Tang Ya said, "You need to become stronger and contribute to our Sect. Our Tang Sect has indeed declined now, but all the cultivation methods Ancestor Tang San used to become a god are still here."
"Also, our Tang Sect has privileges at Shrek Academy. We can obtain one guaranteed admission spot each year without a recommendation letter. If you are willing to join our Tang Sect, this year's spot will be yours."
"Once you join the Tang Sect, you are a member of the Tang Sect for life. If you ever wish to leave, you must return all the supreme skills of the Tang Sect."
Huo Yuhao detached himself from the conversation and calmly analyzed Tang Ya's proposal purely from the audience's perspective.
The cultivation method Ancestor Tang San used to become a god sounded good, but after ten thousand years, countless people had cultivated it, yet not only had no other gods emerged, but the Sect had declined to this state—it was clearly a useless relic.
Huo Yuhao's audience ability allowed people to see into their true nature, and Brother Tianmeng's million-year Soul Beast foundation gave him the confidence to refuse.
Joining the Tang Sect, regardless of whether benefits were gained, meant being bound to it. It was like drawing a big pie—whether that pie could ever be realized was unknown, and the performance of Tang Ya as the Sect Master was enough to make one shake their head.
But... that was Shrek Academy!
It was the place his mother had constantly thought about before leaving, saying that if he had been a direct descendant of the Duke's Mansion, he definitely could have attended the continent's number one academy.
That place possessed the continent's most outstanding Spirit Master resources. If he could study at this academy, perhaps he would have a better chance of avenging his mother?
Huo Yuhao hesitated. Tang Yin, standing nearby, frowned:
"Sect Master Ya, I don't have a recommendation letter."
Ten thousand years ago, there were no so-called recommendation letters. Who invented this? Didn't they know it would hinder the academy from recruiting genius commoner Spirit Masters? It was utterly unforgivable.
Tang Ya smiled brightly:
"Then what's there to say? The guaranteed admission spot is for you, isn't it?"
Tang Yin nodded. It seemed the recommendation letter system did have some merits.
It could not only screen for genius Spirit Master students who had strength and background but also effectively control the scale of the entrance examination and reasonably harvest the top Spirit Master geniuses from the Three Douluo Empires.
As for the Three Douluo Empires? Weren't there still commoner Spirit Masters?
Tang Ya glanced at Huo Yuhao and said after careful consideration, "Little Brother Huo, your talent is a bit lacking. Even if you enter Shrek Academy, it will be hard to keep up with the learning pace inside.
It's better for you to join the Tang Sect and help me and Beibei guard the Tang Sect outpost in Shrek City. Beibei and I will come to guide your cultivation when we have time."
The so-called outpost was merely a small, empty warehouse.
Tang Ya didn't want to let Huo Yuhao go purely because she felt that a Martial Soul-type Spirit Master could achieve something in Soul Guidance Devices.
Huo Yuhao calmly watched as Tang Ya allocated the guaranteed admission spot, then adjusted the conditions to recruit him again. The thought of making them feel his Mental Detection vanished.
The Skydream Iceworm, which was about to recuperate in the Sea of Consciousness, couldn't stay calm upon hearing this and cursed directly, "Simply disgusting!"
"Yuhao, she is just bullying you because you are young and lack experience."
"There is a reason why they developed from the continent's number one Sect to only having two people left."
"Forget about having no worthless junk, she even looks down on people. It's better not to join this broken Sect!"
Huo Yuhao comforted him in the Sea of Consciousness, "Brother Tianmeng, calm down. Her obsession with the Sect seems to have influenced her behavior. Could she have suffered some trauma in her childhood?"
How could someone treat another person like that?
He was young, but he had seen much, much of the world's harshness. Putting himself in their shoes, combined with his audience ability, he could judge whether this was genuine concern or disdain. Even if he had to refuse, it was best not to create bad feelings, as they were much stronger than him right now.
He thought for a moment and pretended to be moved, "This path seems very suitable for me. Although my Innate Soul Power is only level one, I will work hard. I just have one request."
Tang Yin interjected, "Little Brother Huo, say it. We will do our best!"
Although he had just joined, he already considered himself a member of the Tang Sect.
Now that the Tang Sect was in decline, there was a need for manpower everywhere. Recruiting a gatekeeper, even if only for a temporary role, was only proper.
As for whether Huo Yuhao was the Son of Destiny, Tang Yin no longer considered that possibility.
"I have been frail and sickly since childhood, and my primordial yang was lost early... cough, cough. I need to take a lot of medicine every year to regulate my body, and cultivation also requires some elixirs..."
Huh? It costs money?
I just recruited a genius; there are plenty of places where money needs to be spent.
Tang Ya looked a bit troubled and was just about to say something when she was stopped by Beibei, who couldn't stand it any longer.
Beibei apologized, "Little Brother Huo, I'm sorry. This is how things are regarding the Sect matters with Little Ya."
"Our Tang Sect's finances are not very sufficient. Little Martial Brother Tang Yin just joined, and later he still needs to enroll at Shrek Academy..."
Huo Yuhao nodded in understanding. It seemed Beibei was the most normal person in the Tang Sect.
Although he learned about the recommendation letter system from Tang Ya, that was still Shrek Academy, the sacred land in the hearts of all Spirit Masters on the continent.
Huo Yuhao still wanted to see if he had a chance to join, so he traveled to Shrek City together with the three members of the Tang Sect
At the entrance of Shrek Academy, the new student registration area.
"Senior, if I don't have a recommendation letter, is it really impossible to become a student at Shrek?"
"Sorry, classmate. A recommendation letter is mandatory."
The student at the registration desk looked at Huo Yuhao's disheartened expression and felt a pang of pity, so he kindly reminded him:
"If you can get a recommendation letter, it's best to bring it before the afternoon session ends. Today is the last day."
Only one hour left until closing. Where can I get a recommendation letter?
Huo Yuhao shook his head with a bitter smile, just about to leave, when an older woman with an unpleasant expression walked out of the academy.
She walked with a cold face, her high heels clicking loudly, heading outside the school. Clearly, her mood was far from pleasant.
Before Huo Yuhao could feel confused, the volunteers at the registration desk started whispering amongst themselves.
"That old witch Zhou Yi was reassigned to teach the first-year class! Serves her right!"
"She relies on being Fan Yu's wife and acts recklessly, expelling students just to boost the elite student rate. She is truly detestable."
"Alas, I wonder which new students will fall into her clutches."
"But her husband is the Vice Dean of the Soul Guidance Department, so she's one of the teachers with the deepest background in the outer departments."
Huo Yuhao glanced over, keenly interpreting the feelings of dislike, aversion, and hatred towards this teacher from the expressions, gazes, and movements of the volunteers.
If it were just one or two students thinking this way, it might be understandable, but when over a dozen students at the registration desk shared these emotions, it spoke volumes.
He wasn't someone who liked to force his warmth upon others, but with only an hour left until registration closed,
In order to get closer to the holy land of Spirit Masters his mother spoke of, he was willing to try and seize every opportunity,
Even if it meant facing rejection.
Huo Yuhao quickly made a decision and called out:
"Teacher Zhou, please wait!"
The male student standing next to Huo Yuhao looked startled and subtly moved aside, not wanting to be noticed by this teacher who already had a notorious reputation among the outer department students.
Click... Click... Click!
Zhou Yi stopped in her tracks, turned around, and her sharp gaze swept over everyone present before finally locking onto Huo Yuhao's face, saying expressionlessly:
"Did you call me?"
"Yes, Teacher Zhou." Huo Yuhao's tone was neither servile nor overbearing, "I wish to register."
"Interesting." Zhou Yi sneered, sizing Huo Yuhao up from head to toe, understanding the situation.
"With those ragged clothes, you are among the worst of the students registering today. You didn't manage to get a City Lord level recommendation letter?"
Zhou Yi was only wrong about one detail: Huo Yuhao didn't have a recommendation letter at all.
"Tell me about your Martial Soul, then show me your Spirit Ring so I can see what you are relying on!"
Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, and a brilliant yellow Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet:
"Martial Soul is Martial Soul Eyes, an eleven-level Spirit Master. My first Spirit Ring is a Hundred Year Spirit Ring."
To avoid being looked down upon, he told a lie, disguising the silvery-white Million Year Spirit Ring as a yellow one.
Hiss!
A self-type Martial Soul? Zhou Yi laughed disdainfully and continued, "Your Innate Soul Power is definitely not above level three."
"Innate Soul Power is level one, Teacher Zhou."
"Then you can leave!" Zhou Yi said coldly, shaking her head and releasing all her pent-up frustration. "The students I expelled last semester had dozens of Hundred Year Spirit Rings."
"A level one Innate Soul Power is enough to show the weakness of your self-type Martial Soul."
"No wonder you couldn't get a recommendation letter. Which City Lord would dare recommend trash like you with a useless Martial Soul to Shrek?"
"An eleven-level Soul Power and you dare to register at Shrek Academy? Simply laughable!"
Huo Yuhao frowned, carefully observing Zhou Yi's expression. Combining this with the information from the students' earlier discussion, he quickly realized he had become a tool for Zhou Yi to vent her emotions.
Even though he understood the context, it didn't mean he had to endure such humiliation. In this situation, there was no need for her to go this far.
No matter how arrogant Zhou Yi was, could she actually attack a student who came to register in front of so many people?
"Zhou Yi, my talent may be lacking, but this eleven-level Soul Power is something I cultivated inch by inch through my own effort. I also believe that through my efforts, I can become a powerhouse!"
"When that day comes, I will prove your ignorance to you."
Huo Yuhao stated this calmly, then turned to leave.
The words themselves lacked much inflection, but it was precisely this calmness that subtly revealed his self-confidence.
It wasn't what Skydream Iceworm said—that with the boost of a Million Year Spirit Ring, even a pig could attempt to soar to the heavens.
It was Huo Yuhao's own experience that told him the value of giving his all.
Who knew the true worth of cultivating from Innate level one Soul Power to level eleven purely through his own five years of effort?
The pain of squeezing out every drop of Soul Power from his parched limbs day and night, the tearing sensation as the Soul Power, gathered like trickling streams, was forced into his narrow meridians...
In the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, there were dozens of servants who awakened their Martial Souls in the same batch as him, all with Innate Soul Power level one.
All of these people had yielded to the shackles of talent and compromised with the weakness of their Martial Souls. Now, the strongest among them barely reached level four or five, and most might never even gain a single Spirit Ability in their entire lives.
He had a reason to persevere.
"It's useless! Talent explains everything," Zhou Yi stated solemnly. "Have you ever seen a Spirit Master with Innate Soul Power level one break through fifty levels of Soul Power?"
"Even if you exhaust all your efforts, you will still be left behind by the least talented among my students."
Huo Yuhao stepped away from the registration area, brushing past a group of people.
The person leading the group was a burly youth, wearing the crest of the Dai family of Star Luo on his chest. His expression was arrogant, his demeanor cold, and he glanced at Huo Yuhao's retreating back:
"Another person who failed to register. These lower-class people, if their talent isn't good enough, they won't even put in a little effort. They are idle most of the time, and only when trouble arises do they desperately beg others. Is this the base nature of the lower classes my mother talks about?"
Huo Yuhao turned back to look at the departing Dai Huabin. Base nature?
He snorted coldly and left Shrek Academy.
Skydream Iceworm comforted him in the Sea of Consciousness:
"Yuhao, don't be sad. If this place doesn't want you, another place will. If this academy rejected you, it's their loss, not yours! When you become powerful, whip them hard for me!"
Huo Yuhao smiled, "Brother Tianmeng, I'm not that fragile, am I? I'm just a little regretful, but not sad. Not being able to study at Shrek Academy doesn't mean my future is bleak. I just lack a bit of talent, I'm not dead yet."
It's hard to say. Judging from your memories, you used to be extreme and stubborn. Skydream Iceworm only dared to mutter this in his heart.
Has Huo Yuhao's temperament changed drastically?
No, it was that ability called 'Audience' that not only allowed him to clearly see the thoughts of others but also helped him understand what he truly wanted.
Therefore, things that would have previously sent him into obsession were now just a small interlude after an attempt.
"Very good! Such Martial Soul! You truly are the person chosen by me, Skydream Iceworm. What should we do next?"
Gurgle.
Huo Yuhao rubbed his stomach and glanced at the few Silver Soul Coins and a dozen Bronze Soul Coins left in his pocket.
Forget lofty ambitions for now; I need to earn some money to fill my stomach first
What is the most suitable way for Huo Yuhao to earn money right now?
Selling grilled fish, of course.
Selling money allowed him to observe the emotions of passersby, and the enhancement to his Sea of Consciousness from the Chaos Qi was a long, slow process.
He chose a street with decent foot traffic and spent five Silver Soul Coins to acquire a simple grilled fish stand, various seasonings, and cleaned, prepared green fish.
Setting up the stand, he arranged a small table specifically for the seasonings.
Soon, he had his grilled fish stall set up quite professionally. He skillfully started the fire, placed the marinated green fish on the grill, and in no time, a rich aroma drifted out.
It had to be said, since Huo Yuhao started selling, no one who ate his grilled fish failed to praise it.
"Little brother, how much for your grilled fish?"
Huo Yuhao turned his head to see a man standing on the steps behind the stall. He was a head taller than him, unshaven, with dark skin, and was leaning over curiously at the grill.
"Handsome sir, grilled fish is five Bronze Soul Coins each."
"Tsk, calling me handsome, then what's there to say? We'll just forget about you setting up a stall in front of our Merchant Guild's residence!"
Huo Yuhao: "Huh?"
Heaven knows, this was his first time setting up a stall. He had only seen scattered small food stalls on this street and hadn't considered this aspect.
"May I ask what handsome sir's name is?" Huo Yuhao scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Feng Bujue, you can just call me Brother Bujue." The young man smiled happily, "Seeing this appearance of mine, many people call me Uncle Jue."
Then they weren't wrong in calling him that. Despite his internal thoughts, Huo Yuhao still handed over the freshly grilled fish: "My name is Huo Yuhao. Brother Bujue, I'm truly sorry. I don't have much experience and didn't expect to set up right in front of your residence. This grilled fish is on me!"
"Little Brother Huo, how could I accept that?"
Feng Bujue said so verbally, but his hand reached out, he took a big bite of the fish, his eyes immediately lit up. He looked closely at Huo Yuhao before continuing to eat.
In a short while, holding the bamboo skewer, he said with lingering desire: "Two more."
"Okay!"
There weren't many customers anyway, and he had plenty of stock. The cost for one grilled fish was only one Bronze Soul Coin, so under the circumstances where he was taking advantage of the other person, Huo Yuhao didn't mind giving Feng Bujue two more for free.
"At your age, and just arriving in Shrek City to set up a stall, did you intend to register at Shrek Academy but didn't get in?"
"I don't have a letter of recommendation. My Innate Soul Power is only Rank One, so I was rejected." Huo Yuhao said while working on the fish; there was nothing to hide.
"Heh, this letter of recommendation system, who knows how many commoner Spirit Masters it has turned away. Your Innate Soul Power is only Rank One; it seems you must have put in quite a bit of effort."
"Then why does such a system exist?"
"It's the result of the power struggle between the Three Douluo Empires and Shrek Academy, but this system is becoming increasingly corrupt."
Just as Feng Bujue finished speaking, the sound of horses' hooves mixed with the rumbling of rolling wheels grew closer. A luxurious carriage pulled by three fine horses drove past Huo Yuhao.
Inside the carriage sat a middle-aged man with a steady demeanor and an upright expression, embracing a beautiful woman. On the other side sat a girl of similar age to Huo Yuhao, looking docile and cute.
Huo Yuhao watched the carriage's rear, envious: "What a happy family."
"A family?" Feng Bujue's smile was strange, "They aren't a family. That mother and daughter are from a small place in the Heavenly Soul Empire."
"The daughter's talent is not bad; she's already Rank Seventeen Soul Power at eleven. It's just that her background isn't good. Before coming to Shrek, she actually didn't know about the need for a letter of recommendation, just like you."
"Coincidentally, that regional administrator also had the qualification to issue some letters of recommendation, so he kindly wrote one for them."
"And what was the price?" Huo Yuhao recalled the intimacy between the three in the carriage and felt the matter wasn't simple.
"The price was that the mother and daughter serve the administrative officer's secretary during the day, and fight for the microphone at night."
Huo Yuhao didn't understand what 'fighting for the microphone' meant, but he could roughly grasp that it wasn't a good term.
"Things like this happen countless times. It's still considered okay if they can exchange it with their bodies like this. I even heard there are 'recommendation credits'; signing that thing is almost the same as selling oneself."
"Doesn't anyone manage this?"
"Good question. Truly, no one manages it. Who said the Three Douluo Empires and Shrek Academy aren't the beneficiaries behind the scenes?"
"They only care if this system allows them to control the situation; they don't care who becomes a sacrifice."
"Besides, Shrek Academy has a huge number of masters inside."
"Little Brother Huo, perhaps it's a good thing that you failed to register successfully."
Huo Yuhao handed the two grilled fish to Feng Bujue and couldn't help but remind him softly: "Brother Bujue, keep your voice down, cough cough, there are quite a few people here."
Although he didn't fully believe everything Feng Bujue said, based on the fact that he was allowed to set up a stall in front of the Merchant Guild and only symbolically accepted a few grilled fish, Huo Yuhao didn't want Feng Bujue to get into trouble.
"Haha, I've seen too much of it; keeping it in makes me unhappy."
Feng Bujue chuckled dismissively, took the grilled fish, sniffed it with satisfaction, and pulled out a Gold Soul Coin and a Silver Soul Coin from his pocket, handing them to Huo Yuhao.
"Brother Bujue, what is this?"
"Alas, I must pay you for these two grilled fish. You're just a child who failed to register and is now selling grilled fish; I imagine you're not well-off."
"As for this Gold Soul Coin, it's for you to pay the stall management fee. Our street isn't like others; everything requires a small fee."
"This..." Huo Yuhao was indeed short of money, but there was no reason to take money for nothing. "Brother Bujue, is there anything I can do for you?"
Feng Bujue thought for a moment, then said: "How about this, if you aren't busy later, help me hand out flyers when I'm doing promotions."
By the time Huo Yuhao finished selling grilled fish, it was already evening when he received the flyers.
He looked at the stack of flyers in his hand, his expression hesitant: "Brother Bujue, if we promote this in Shrek City, won't we get beaten to death?"
Being beaten to death was a joke, but being afraid of trouble was real.
Upon receiving that stack of flyers, he knew his guess was correct: Feng Bujue was definitely someone from the Sun-Moon Empire.
Feng Bujue was unconcerned: "Don't be afraid. Don't you think the people above know? I've been doing this in Shrek City for several years."
"Those with vested interests are hard to move. The quality of people we can poach is limited, so mutual poaching is considered a standard tactic; it doesn't cross any lines."
"Moreover, we have the backing of a major Merchant Guild. As long as they still want to buy high-end Soul Guidance Devices and rare metals, they won't do anything to us."
Saying that, he pointed to the stack of small booklets inside the shop: "That pile of 'Introduction to Soul Guidance Devices,' hand one out to anyone who seems interested while you're distributing flyers. They only cost the printing fee, so give them away freely."
Huo Yuhao finally relaxed. Helping the Sun-Moon Empire poach talent didn't give him much psychological burden.
Although he was born in the Star Luo Empire, he had never received any favor from the Star Luo Empire since childhood. Even the money given to the steward to avoid trouble during his Martial Soul Awakening was earned by his mother washing clothes one by one.
Naturally, he had no sense of belonging.
Huo Yuhao picked up a copy of 'Introduction to Soul Guidance Devices' and curiously flipped it open.
On the other side, Feng Bujue's voice came: "Keep up with Uncle Jue's rhythm! Everyone says you're done for if you can't pass Shrek Academy's registration assessment. Uncle Jue is directly showing you a golden path today, stop wasting your time!"
"First, lock down the Soul Guidance Device major; don't study randomly. Just aim for Mingdu Soul Guidance Device Vocational Technical College. All four Empires lack this kind of person; it's a hundred times more useful than studying some lousy Spirit Master major
"Brother Bujue, how could I be so bold?"
Huo Yuhao said this, yet he still pushed open the door to this small warehouse.
It was a room about five or six meters long and wide, completely empty, without a single table. A thin layer of dust covered the floor, and there was a small window on the wall directly opposite the door.
In the Sea of Consciousness, the Skydream Iceworm also felt that settling in Shrek City for the time being was a good choice.
"Yuhao, this Shrek City looks quite prosperous; there must be more opportunities here. Why don't we stay a while, earn some money while cultivating? When you reach level twenty Soul Power, Brother will take you straight to the top!"
"When that time comes, all those who looked down on you will get a sound beating!"
"However, you really need to earn some money. Once you reach level twenty Soul Power, you'll still need to spend a lot."
After following Huo Yuhao around the human world for a few days, the Skydream Iceworm also understood the importance of money.
"I am truly a great philanthropist. I only charge thirty Silver Soul Coins a month, and I even let you pay monthly. You should be overjoyed."
"If it weren't for the fact that this warehouse on the base won't be used for a while, how could I rent it to you so cheaply?"
Feng Bujue pursed his lips, sighed, and continued:
"Seeing that you don't have much money, how about this: I have a single bed, and I'll move a small table over for you."
"From now on, this room can hold your grilling supplies and also serve as your place to stay. As for washing up, there are public restrooms and bathhouses in the base. If it's really crowded, you can use the private bathroom in my dormitory."
"Brother Bujue, I..."
How many people would do this much for a stranger they just met? Huo Yuhao pursed his lips. Since his mother passed away, this was the first time he had encountered care that wasn't heavily motivated by self-interest.
Even if these actions were effortless for the other party, Huo Yuhao felt he had received a great favor and would never fail to acknowledge his debt. He would absolutely repay him in the future.
"Stop, stop! I also have level one Innate Soul Power. My relatives withered away when I was young, my family fell on hard times, and I was left entirely alone raising a little sister. Life was nearly impossible back then."
"If my Cousin hadn't helped me out, I might not have made it to this day."
"Seeing you reminds me of myself back then, struggling to live and raise my sister, so I'm just lending a hand."
"But whether you can make a good life for yourself and advance further in your cultivation still depends on you."
Feng Bujue waved his hand, pulled out a copy of "Introduction to Soul Guidance Devices (Revised Edition)" from his embrace, and handed it to Huo Yuhao. "It seems you have some interest in Soul Guidance Devices. This version is quite comprehensive; take it and read."
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can come find me inside, alright?"
Brother Bujue seems to have quite a story.
Huo Yuhao nodded, took the book, borrowed cleaning tools from Feng Bujue to clean the room, placed the table next to the window, put the fish-grilling equipment in the corner, and finally set up the small bed.
Only then did he have time to look through the copy of "Introduction to Soul Guidance Devices (Revised Edition)".
Huo Yuhao first glanced at the bottom of the book: "Mingde Hall Publishing House, Chief Editor Jing Hongchen." He didn't recognize any of these names.
Then he weighed the book. It was about two fingers thick, weighing roughly a pound. Flipping through it casually, he saw it had four hundred and fifty-four pages, more than double the number of pages in the small booklet distributed earlier.
The paper was thin yet tough, and the colors were bright, clearly not ordinary material. The content included text and illustrations, and the notes, annotations, and exercises tucked between the pages showed the writer's meticulous attitude in the handwriting.
Brother Bujue is giving me his old textbooks! Is he a true Soul Engineer?
Huo Yuhao opened the first page and was immediately drawn in by the first sentence:
"Soul Guidance Devices possess the power to change the world; Martial Soul is both a gift from the world and a shackle..."
With his attention fully focused on the book, Huo Yuhao quickly entered a flow state, his reading speed and critical thinking ability fully released.
When encountering parts he didn't understand, he could switch to the 'audience' perspective to analyze the entire comprehension process, find logical loopholes, and understand from another direction.
Huo Yuhao noted the page number and closed the book reluctantly—not because he finished it, but because dawn had broken.
Although it was an introductory text, it contained plenty of formulas and theorems. The classic cases mentioned often involved dozens of complex derivations, and recalling them frequently consumed a lot of time.
Reading through eighty-odd pages felt like a new world opening up to him.
Huo Yuhao rubbed his temples. While slightly fatigued, he also felt he had gained a great deal.
He gained a simple understanding of Soul Guidance Devices, memorized many formulas, theorems, and application conditions, and deeply felt the lack of basic knowledge in Soul Guidance Devices.
Huo Yuhao opened both the door and the window. A cool cross-breeze blew into the room, invigorating him.
Now it was time to go purchase supplies!
...
Shrek Academy, Freshman Class One.
"Everyone who has gotten into a fight since registration, stand up," Zhou Yi's words shocked the entire class.
Tang Yin and Wang Dong exchanged a look, both snorting coldly before standing up.
Tang Yin didn't know why, but he had been assigned the same dormitory room as Wang Dong. Although he recognized that half of Little Qi's soul was parasitize in this body, he didn't believe this was his daughter.
Wang Dong's surname was Wang, not Tang, which explained a lot.
Therefore, even if he needed to rely on Wang Dong to secure the Son of Destiny, whose identity he didn't yet know, he wouldn't indulge her bad habits in the slightest.
Fatherly love, striking hard!
"Only two?" Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow. "What a bunch of trash. Don't you know that not daring to cause trouble is the mark of mediocrity? Everyone besides these two, get out now and run one hundred laps around Shrek Square. Anyone who doesn't finish within one hour will be expelled immediately!"
The entire class erupted in an uproar, but Tang Yin's eyes lit up. The familiar feeling was back!
Not daring to cause trouble is mediocrity, and familiar running drills!
He never expected the academy's culture to be inherited for ten thousand years, lasting eternally!
One hundred laps was nothing. Tang Yin considered it easy; with his level twenty-nine Soul Power and the inexhaustible nature of the Mysterious Heaven Skill supporting him, he could run two hundred laps.
Restoring the glory of the Tang Sect naturally required a reputation. Just imagine, a student who runs two hundred laps right after enrollment, leaving all his classmates behind—wouldn't he be worthy of admiration?
With a smile, he chose the path that would bring the greatest fame and voluntarily raised his hand to request additional training: "This is Shrek Academy, where we cultivate monsters, not trash. Therefore, I request an increase to two hundred laps!"
As soon as he said this, some students who had been indifferent changed their expressions. They could grit their teeth and finish one hundred laps, but two hundred laps would practically kill them!
Wang Dong was dumbfounded. If you like running, just go do your extra training quietly. Why are you making decisions for everyone else?
She knew there were many students in Freshman Class One at the first ring level who might not be able to finish.
However, Zhou Yi felt Tang Yin's words had merit and aligned with her teaching philosophy, so she relaxed the conditions:
"Two hundred laps, the time limit is extended to two hours. This is your first assessment upon enrollment. Those who fail will be expelled."
Even though the students felt this exceeded their capabilities, under Zhou Yi's cold face and the pressure of her six Spirit Rings, they felt they had no room to bargain and hurried out to start running.
Wang Dong's temper flared up, and she wanted to explode at Zhou Yi.
Tang Yin noticed her intention. How could he let a puppet ruin Shrek's school Martial Soul? So, he deliberately provoked her:
"If you can't even finish two hundred laps, it wasn't unfair that you lost to me before."
Wang Dong's eyes widened: "Why are you slandering me! It was a draw, we tied!"
She retorted, but her feet were already moving outside. Two hundred laps, who did he think she was!
Tang Yin finished the two hundred laps in exactly one and a half hours and encountered other classes getting out of school.
He glanced at Wang Dong, who was still spreading her wings and flying, and many other students who were gasping for breath, their speed having slowed down to a walk.
Some trash still needs to be eliminated. Shrek Academy is looking better and better.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Tang Yin felt drenched. He decided to quickly return to the dormitory to use the restroom and take a shower while he still had time.
Just as he reached the front of the dormitory building, he saw a dense crowd engaged in a chaotic brawl. Dust was rising everywhere, everyone was crowding toward one spot, and curses and wails could be heard incessantly:
"In Shrek, fists settle disputes! Losers solve it in the dorms!"
"I can't hold it anymore, let me go first, I'm about to throw up!"
"Four hundred people fighting over two toilets—are you even human?!"
Tang Yin's expression twitched slightly. Bad news; he was starting to feel the urge too.
...
In the following days, Huo Yuhao spent his mornings purchasing supplies and cultivating his Soul Power, his afternoons selling grilled fish and using fragmented time to read, his evenings helping Feng Bujue hand out flyers while reading, and his nights cultivating Soul Power.
During this time, he discovered that the knowledge he studied seemed engraved in his mind and wouldn't be forgotten, which saved him a lot of time reviewing.
Although the days were monotonous and repetitive, they were very fulfilling. The grilled fish stall's reputation was completely established, attracting quite a few Shrek Academy students to come looking for food.
These wealthy young masters and ladies quickly became his loyal customers, bringing him an income of over ten Silver Soul Coins daily.
Huo Yuhao and Feng Bujue often sat on the steps, eating grilled fish and drinking cheap wheat beer, occasionally chatting, and the two quickly became familiar.
A few days passed, and Feng Bujue's busiest period finally ended. After finishing his evening work, Huo Yuhao found him.
"Little Brother Huo, why are you returning the book? Can't you understand it? Then why didn't you ask me? Even though I was busy these past few days, I wouldn't be too busy to answer questions."
Feng Bujue frowned slightly as he looked at the book Huo Yuhao handed over, then earnestly advised:
"Don't dislike it for being dry, don't have feelings of being overwhelmed by difficulty. Back then, Brother Bujue spent a full one thousand three hundred study hours just to finish this book, and that was with guidance from many famous teachers."
"You can't deny yourself because of temporary difficulty. You only have level one Innate Soul Power; relying solely on your Martial Soul, it will be hard to achieve much..."
Before Feng Bujue could finish, Huo Yuhao pursed his lips and said directly:
"Brother Bujue, I've already finished reading it."
"Ah?" Feng Bujue blinked, looking utterly stunned.
Huo Yuhao spoke the lines he had already prepared: "My Martial Soul is a Martial Soul-attribute Martial Soul, so perhaps my learning efficiency is relatively high..."
"Nonsense!" Feng Bujue retorted with wide eyes, then consciously realized his reaction was excessive and clicked his tongue. "I graduated from a high-level Soul Engineer Academy in Mingdu. That place gathered the geniuses of the entire Sun-Moon Empire's Soul Engineers. Although Martial Soul-attribute Martial Souls are rare, such a place would definitely have them."
"The learning efficiency of those people is often several times that of owners of other Martial Souls, and they only need very little time to review old knowledge."
"Therefore, owners of Martial Soul-attribute Martial Souls have a strong first-mover advantage. Even if they start studying at the age of eleven or twelve, they can keep up with the progress of students from noble families who started studying from childhood."
"If these types of people started studying Soul Engineer knowledge right after awakening their Martial Soul, their progress would be even more terrifying."
"BUT!" Feng Bujue held up two fingers, raising his voice an octave. "The most outstanding among them still took at least over two hundred study hours to finish this book!"
Huo Yuhao was stunned and said innocently: "Then that person is very outstanding. But I really did finish it, and I have no reason to lie to you, Brother Bujue."
That was true. What was the point of pretending in front of him? Feng Bujue accepted Huo Yuhao's statement in principle, but he remained skeptical about whether he had truly 'finished' the book.
"Then tell me, what are the limiting conditions for the fourth article of the Magic Array Pattern Fusion Theorem?"
"The Soul Power within the array must be of the same origin and rank; exceeding the boundary leads to collapse, and reversing the order causes the array foundation to self-destruct!"
"What are the three principles for installing the heat dissipation array in a standard model concentrated Soul Power Ray Soul Guidance Device?"
"Brother Bujue, don't set traps for me. There are five principles. This one is a bit long, so I'll state the key points: coaxial, gradient arrangement of patterns, a layer separating heat dissipation and energy gathering arrays, a temperature-guiding base, and auxiliary dispersion arrays."
... After a round of questioning, Feng Bujue rationally knew that Huo Yuhao was not lying, but emotionally, he found it hard to accept. He looked at him faintly:
"Meaning, in these few days while selling grilled fish and balancing Soul Power cultivation, you not only memorized almost all the knowledge points but also basically understood them correctly?"
"Uh, if I didn't answer incorrectly." Huo Yuhao felt he seemed a bit hard to accept, so he comforted him, "Brother Bujue, I didn't completely grasp everything either. There were two questions on the final test section in the book that I didn't fully understand..."
Only two questions out of over forty that he didn't fully understand... Feng Bujue's eyelids twitched violently. He knew that the final exam for this course was to correctly answer 10 questions on the test in one day to pass.
He himself had only managed to answer a little over ten correctly back then.
He didn't want to complain anymore. Destroy him. Damn Martial Soul-attribute Martial Soul—no, how could a normal Martial Soul-attribute Martial Soul reach this level?
Damn monster.
"Well, although your knowledge absorption speed is very fast, you are only slightly better than me. This doesn't prove anything."
Feng Bujue coughed, pulled open his right sleeve with his left hand, revealing a silver metal bracelet. A faint fluctuation of Soul Power flashed, and several books and a strangely shaped sharp rod appeared in his left hand.
Huo Yuhao nodded, took the books and the rod, and quickly glanced at the titles:
"Introduction to Junior Soul Guidance Devices"
"Junior Soul Guidance Device Design"
"Principles of Junior Core Array Driving"
"Key Points for Carving Level One Core Arrays"
"Brother Bujue, what is this rod for?"
"Now I believe you when you say you've never encountered Soul Guidance Device knowledge before," Feng Bujue sighed. "This is an essential iron carving knife. The quality is just average, but it's enough for carving core arrays from level one to three."
"Study these things seriously. Making Soul Guidance Devices isn't just about reciting books; you absolutely cannot become complacent."
"Don't learn the method of hammering metal blocks used by the Shrek Academy Soul Guidance Department. Metal hammered by hand is hard to achieve the uniform texture and reliable quality of metal refined for Soul Guidance Devices. I will give you a set of metal you can use for practice."
"Thank you, Brother Bujue!"
Huo Yuhao didn't refuse these things because he truly needed them, but he kept these favors in mind.
"Is that all? Say something nice for me.", Feng Bujue grunted, trying to soothe his bruised ego.
"Brother Bujue's body has such a strong Soul Power fluctuation; you must be a powerful Soul Engineer!"
"Hehe, I obtained my Fourth-Rank Soul Engineer certificate when I was seventeen. My cultivation talent isn't good, and I injured myself by overusing medicinal aids, which dragged down my Soul Power."
"Brother Bujue has the rigorous temperament of a scholar; you must have graduated from a top Soul Engineer Academy!"
"I am not worthy of such praise. I graduated from the Royal Soul Engineer Academy of the Sun-Moon Empire."
Feng Bujue found it rare that he didn't hide anything; it wasn't a criminal record anyway.
"Then why did Brother Bujue come to Shrek City?"
"Isn't this the holy land of Spirit Masters? I came to see if there was any way to help me break through to level fifty Soul Power, but unfortunately, after several years, I haven't had any success."