“Hoo... Ha, Cao Wuqing, when do you think we can run laps on our martial spirits once we learn to fly on swords…” Zang Xin had a sudden inspiration on the 42nd lap and decided to find someone to share his brilliant idea with.
Cao Dezhi thought his childhood friend must have damaged his brain yesterday.
"The swords we've condensed aren't that sturdy right now. To reach the level you're talking about, we'll have to wait until we break through to Soul Saint and see if our Martial Soul True Body has any chance." Although he was speechless, the seemingly endless task of 50 laps a day did force him to consider this seemingly outrageous suggestion.
After finally completing 50 laps, the two immediately slipped into the cafeteria for a hearty meal. Today, the cafeteria served authentic bamboo-tube noodles for breakfast, made from artificially cultivated plant-type spirit beasts. If they hadn't had to report the class committee selection to the teacher beforehand, they probably could have had another bowl.
Upon arriving at the classroom, the two looked around but couldn't find the Leng sisters. With only five minutes left before class, Zang Xin suggested passing on their message. So they headed towards the office, only to bump into a teacher from the next class asking for Huo Dong's soul guide's phone number.
Since we're already here, let's eat some melon seeds before going in.
Unfortunately, Huo Dong didn't give them a chance; he politely and tactfully declined the teacher's suggestion. The teacher, seeing that the offer was best left unsaid, gave Huo Dong an awkward smile, realizing there was no reason for him to persist. Just as the two outside were wondering what would happen next, Huo Dong suddenly said, "You two little ones outside, just come in."
"Teacher, weren't you facing away from us? Oh, teacher, you seem to be a spirit-type soul master. Never mind then." The two sheepishly walked into the office. Huo Dong was still as aloof as yesterday, his expression remaining unchanged even after being approached. He saw the two and blinked: "Have the class committee positions been assigned? Where are the other two?"
“They had something come up unexpectedly,” Zang Xin said, now only hoping the two sisters could get to class before the deadline. “Could we help them board the train together?”
Huo Dong nodded and continued, "No problem, let's do it one by one. Who is the class monitor?"
“Teacher, it’s me,” Cao Dezhi replied.
“I’m in charge of living arrangements, Leng Yaozhu is in charge of attendance, and Leng Yulai is in charge of organization,” Zang Xin added.
"Understood, you can go back and prepare for class now." Huo Dong turned to his desk, then suddenly turned back. "But, may I be curious about how these were selected?"
"We drew lots, but Cao Dezhi had already been voted out as class monitor before that." Zang Xin looked at Cao Dezhi with schadenfreude, while the other looked like he really wanted to fight him again, but hesitated to do so in front of the teacher. "And he got three votes."
"Young people are so energetic. But I suggest you play after class this afternoon, you have a lot of classes today."
Now it was Cao Dezhi's turn to smile. "Yes, teacher, I guarantee I'll complete the task."
The two walked back to the classroom and ran into Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai, who were rushing towards them in the corridor. Zang Xin quickly stopped them and explained that they had already informed the teacher of their positions. The two sisters, panting heavily, gave the two kind people a thumbs up.
"Fifty laps is really tiring... Phew... We even flew more than twenty laps using our martial spirits." Leng Yaozhu said between breaths, "Actually, it could have been done in an hour, but we were researching until 2:30 in the morning yesterday, so we overslept this morning."
"Information?" The four walked into the classroom side by side. Zang Xin asked curiously, "You didn't go and check all the Title Douluos you could find this time, did you?"
“You’re absolutely right,” Leng Yulai said, yawning as she slept, “but to be more precise, it’s all the Title Douluos registered in the last five hundred years, or rather, all the Title Douluos our family has been able to contact. Um, and then.”
“He’s become even more mysterious.” Leng Yaozhu sighed and rubbed her forehead. “There aren’t many spirit-type soul masters to begin with, and there’s no one who can simultaneously possess healing abilities and a titled Douluo who is suspected of having an ice-attribute martial soul. Unless the old man Lingbing Douluo has nothing better to do than descend to the mortal realm… wait, when did Lingbing Douluo start healing people?”
They chatted as they made their way to their seats. Little did they know that at the same time, Mr. Huo, who seemed to have gained supernatural insight, was secretly rejoicing in the next seat:
Fortunately, the "Gold of Life" was not included in textbooks due to its high level of secrecy.