“Whew… Uncle, I really don’t have a drop left today. I’m taking the hammers, see you tomorrow!”
Mo Fan casually stuffed the large and small refined gold hammers into his storage spirit tool, waved at Saint Craftsman Mu Chen with a pale face, and left.
“Mo Fan, have you learned Thousand Refinement?”
Outside the door, Mu Xi asked with red eyes, gritting her teeth with a complex expression.
“Yeah, I’ll teach you another day.” Mo Fan replied casually, leaving without looking back.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen was quite good, but his daughter had too many issues; she was both unskilled and stubborn, and at 14, she still hadn’t learned Hundred Refinements.
“Damn it.” Mu Xi stomped her foot, her face full of reluctance.
Comparing people to others only brings frustration; the stronger the desire to win, the greater the blow.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen looked at his daughter with some worry, not knowing what to do.
…
Returning home, Mo Fan practically collapsed onto his bed.
The continuous consumption from earlier, combined with the overload of his physical strength, left his muscles aching all over.
He decided to go into seclusion for a few days until the Donghai Intermediate Academy started.
He took out the crystal record and began to study the high-level cultivation technique.
The basic meditation method he had used before had already been much improved by him, but human effort has its limits, and compared to the high-level technique, it still lacked many circulation paths.
Mo Fan tried them one by one, taking the essence and discarding the dross.
His cultivation speed improved significantly.
Not long after, he entered deep meditation again.
In the blink of an eye, over twenty days passed.
Boom!!
A wave of Soul Power exploded from within Mo Fan, the blast of air causing the curtains in the room to flutter loudly.
Level thirty, Spirit Elder realm, achieved!
Mo Fan did not rush to get up; instead, with a thought, he sank his consciousness into his sea of Martial Soul.
In a corner of the vast sea of Martial Soul, a cyan demon wolf was coiled; it was his Martial Soul soul, the Storm Devil Wolf.
For an ordinary Soul Master, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to increase the age of their Martial Soul soul without the help of a Martial Soul Ascension Platform.
But Mo Fan was an anomaly.
For the past three years, he had been raising this Old Wolf like a contract beast every day.
At this moment, the Storm Devil Wolf’s fur had shed its original youthful green, turning into a deep, dark cyan, and a storm mark had faintly condensed on its forehead, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.
“Awoooo——!!!”
Sensing its host’s breakthrough, the Storm Devil Wolf roared excitedly at the sky, transforming into a streak of cyan light that instantly shot out from between Mo Fan’s eyebrows.
Hum!
Hum!
Hum!
As the Martial Soul soul appeared, three brilliant Soul Rings rose one after another from beneath Mo Fan’s feet.
They were not yellow, but purple.
This meant the Storm Devil Wolf had become a thousand-year Martial Soul soul!
This was the power of Summoning Magic!
The first Soul skills, Storm Devil Wolf Power, granted the physique enhancement of the Storm Devil Wolf.
The second Soul skills, Gale Power, granted control over the wind element of the Storm Devil Wolf.
The third Soul skills, Storm Devil Wolf Storm, unleashed countless wolf shadows to wreak havoc over a large area.
If he were a Soul Master, these three Martial Soul Abilities would already be powerful enough, but compared to Mo Fan’s magic, they were not worth mentioning.
However, Mo Fan himself didn’t care about Martial Soul Abilities.
Choosing the Storm Devil Wolf was purely for the sake of raising it.
“Awoo!!!”
The Old Wolf’s Martial Soul body gently rubbed against Mo Fan’s face.
“Alright, alright, here you go.”
Mo Fan smiled slightly, his Soul Power converting through his Martial Soul, extracting a stream of pure summoning magic energy to feed the Old Wolf.
“Woo!”
Having received the delicacy, the Old Wolf was satisfied.
Mo Fan felt the surging Soul Power within him and stretched.
Checking the time, his expression immediately turned bitter; he had been too engrossed in his seclusion, and school had already started many days ago!
By the time he rushed to the Donghai Intermediate Academy’s academic affairs office, Director Long Hengxu was slamming the table with a dark face.
“Absurd! Ignoring school rules! Five days late for the start of school, no matter what background you have, Eastsea Academy will not tolerate…” Director Long Hengxu’s reprimand was halfway through when he saw the name on the file, and the rest of his words were forcibly swallowed back. Find the original chapter at NovelPing.
“Mo, Mo Fan!” Director Long Hengxu’s face instantly bloomed into a smile like a chrysanthemum, and he even trotted out from behind his desk, somewhat obsequiously, “Oh my, why didn’t you call ahead? The Dean has been talking about you every day!”
Mo Fan raised an eyebrow; it seemed the people at Eastsea Academy were reliable, unlike his previous life, where there was always someone daring to provoke him wherever he went.
“Come, come, come, I’ve arranged for you to be in Class One. The three Little freaks our academy received this year are also in Class One; you can get to know them.” Director Long Hengxu took his hand and led the way personally.
Donghai Intermediate Academy, Grade One, Class One.
At this moment, a tall, long-haired beauty was standing on the podium.
She was wearing a form-fitting professional outfit and gold-rimmed glasses; she was the homeroom teacher of this year’s elite class—Teacher Ye Yingluo.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of knocking echoed, and Teacher Ye Yingluo frowned slightly, turning her head to look.
She saw Director Long Hengxu looking obsequious, leading in a black-haired, black-eyed youth with a relaxed expression.
“Teacher Ye Yingluo, excuse me. This is student Mo Fan. From today on, he will be the chief of your Class One.” Director Long Hengxu laughed.
Mo Fan covered his forehead, feeling speechless in his heart.
He had just thought that the people at Eastsea Academy were reliable, but the moment Director Long Hengxu opened his mouth, he had roasted him over a fire.
What kind of chief?
Wasn’t this obviously setting him up to attract hatred?
Sure enough, as soon as Director Long Hengxu finished speaking, a low uproar erupted in the previously quiet classroom.
The students with higher rankings changed expressions instantly.
Especially a cold and arrogant youth sitting in the middle, the cold glint in his eyes almost turning into substance as he stared fixedly at Mo Fan at the door.
Who among those who could enter Class One wasn’t a proud and arrogant genius?
They had long been competing privately for resources and rankings in the class, and yet today, a guy who was five days late suddenly parachuted in, having participated in nothing, and was immediately crowned with the title of chief.
One had to know that the title of chief wasn’t just a name; it included the best rewards in the class, a monthly visit to the Martial Soul Ascension Platform!
Teacher Ye Yingluo on the podium also pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her beautiful eyes behind the lenses narrowing slightly, a flash of displeasure crossing them.
She had always valued rules and strength the most; Director Long Hengxu’s non-compliant direct appointment was undoubtedly a provocation to her teaching principles.
“Director Long Hengxu,” Teacher Ye Yingluo’s cold voice rang out in the classroom, “You know the rules of Class One. In our class, there is no chief without reason, only the first place earned through strength. If this student Mo Fan wants to take this title, he must first ask if the other students in the class agree.”
“Exactly! We don’t agree!”
Hearing this, the students below loudly echoed in agreement!
Several of them even revealed an eagerness to try, filled with hostility.
Mo Fan rubbed his temples and glanced at Director Long Hengxu with some helplessness, cursing inwardly: This old fox, he really knows how to stir up trouble on purpose.