“Three months… For an ordinary person with innate full Soul Power at the foundational stage, without consuming an Immortal Herb, it takes at least three months to grind out half a level of Soul Power.”
Outside the heavy black iron door of the quiet room, Teacher Ye Yi, the homeroom teacher of Class 1, clutched the record tightly in his hand.
Because of the excessive force, his knuckles were turning slightly white, and his voice was extremely low: “He only took seven days… Seven days, Principal!”
Beside him, the principal of Donghai Elementary Academy tremblingly pushed up his glasses, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down with difficulty: “Without any drug assistance, this kid is truly incredible…”
Creak— The heavy door was slowly pushed open.
Mo Fan rubbed his small, sunken belly from hunger while listlessly wobbling out.
However, as soon as he looked up, he was met with three faces that looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen, Teacher Ye Yi, and the principal were now lined up, staring at him intently and strangely, as if looking at an alien.
“Uncle, Teacher Ye… Why are you looking at me like that?” Mo Fan felt a bit creeped out by the staring and shrank his small body a little.
“Um, is the cafeteria still open? I feel like I could eat a cow right now.”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen let out a long sigh and walked up quickly, his broad, rough hand pressing down on Mo Fan’s shoulder.
Hum—!
A surge of mental force, like a tidal wave, instantly flooded in.
After confirming that the meridians in Mo Fan’s body were not only undamaged but had actually become tougher due to the agitation of his Soul Power, this Saint Craftsman finally let go with a sense of relief.
“Seven days and seven nights of deep meditation, you really have the patience, kid.” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen irritably raised his hand and lightly patted the back of Mo Fan’s head, though he couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes.
“Alright, hurry up and go eat. If I let you keep doing this, I’ll get a heart attack sooner or later.”
After being stuffed with a full three large bowls of high-energy food, Mo Fan was finally escorted back to the academy by the principal and Teacher Ye Yi, one on each side, like they were protecting a national treasure.
As soon as he entered the classroom of Class 1, Grade 1, before Mo Fan’s butt even got warm, a gaze of extreme resentment came from beside him.
“Hey, Mo Fan!”
Xie Xie suddenly lunged over like a hungry tiger, propping his hands on Mo Fan’s desk, gritting his teeth: “Where the hell have you been these past seven days? You’ve been skipping class for seven days since becoming class monitor, and Teacher Ye has actually been praising you in class every day! Tell me honestly, did you bribe him?” The source of this chapter is novelping dot com.
“Bribe your head, is Brother Fan’s money meant to be spent like that?”
Mo Fan rolled his eyes, extended a finger to poke Xie Xie’s forehead, and pushed him away with disdain: “I was in closed-door cultivation, understand? The strong are always lonely.”
“Tch, isn’t it just meditation.” Xie Xie rubbed his forehead, sat back in his seat with some dissatisfaction, crossed his arms, and curled his lips: “The longest I’ve meditated was a full ten hours, did I brag about it?”
“Oh, oh, ten hours, that’s quite impressive.”
Mo Fan nodded perfunctorily, though he couldn’t help but find it hard to keep a straight face internally.
In his past life, he was the king of involution who used meditation to replace sleep, and his longest closed-door cultivation lasted for a whole year, with his hair growing long enough to be used as a rope.
Ten hours… kids really need to sleep more.
However, after the morning classes passed, Mo Fan found that Xie Xie was like a dog-skin plaster.
When he went to the restroom, Xie Xie followed; when he went to get water, Xie Xie followed.
The itch of curiosity in his eyes regarding magic was simply impossible to hide.
“Hey, what’s with that look of disdain? This is the most expensive Soul Beast meat set meal in the academy; one portion costs five hundred Federation coins!”
In the cafeteria, Xie Xie was poking the high-energy meat steak on his plate vigorously with his chopsticks while shouting at the person opposite him with some dissatisfaction.
Mo Fan used his chopsticks to poke at the sticky meat chunks on his plate, his brows knitted tightly together, and he let out a long sigh: “No, I’m thinking about how to improve my Soul Power cultivation speed. The basic meditation method given by the school has too low efficiency. I sat until my butt went numb, and I only leveled up by half a level.”
“Low?
Half a level?!” The chopsticks in Xie Xie’s hand dropped onto the table with a clatter, his eyes almost popping out: “You call half a level in seven days low efficiency?!”
Mo Fan ignored his shock, raised his hand to rub his temples with some irritation, and asked in a low voice: “Xie Xie, do you know where one can learn higher-level Soul Power circulation techniques? Or are there any miraculous medicines to improve Soul Power?”
Xie Xie subconsciously looked left and right, then lowered his voice sneakily: “Higher-level techniques? Those are basically monopolized by the major noble families or the Tang Sect and Spirit Pagoda; you can’t even buy a hair of them on the market. As for miraculous medicines… the Donghai City auction house does have them, but the price, tsk tsk, starts at at least hundreds of thousands of Federation coins. Can you afford it?”
“Money, money, money, it turns out you have to pay-to-win everywhere; I’m still short on money!”
Mo Fan leaned back against the chair with some discouragement, muttering to himself.
The one hundred thousand given by Holy Spirit Douluo Yali, plus the twenty thousand scholarship just received, couldn’t even make a splash in front of real high-level resources. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
To earn big money, he must find a highly profitable second profession in this World.
In the afternoon, the setting sun plated the library windows with a layer of gold.
In the secondary profession reading area, Mo Fan sat on the carpet in a sprawl, surrounded by a messy pile of thick literature.
“Mecha Designer… Mecha Manufacturer… Soul Tool Master…”
Mo Fan’s fair, small hands flipped through the pages quickly, and a strange light gradually lit up in his eyes.
According to the records in the book, the most core indicators for a Soul Tool Master are mental force and imagination.
His vast Spiritual World of a Magic God certainly meets the conditions, and his understanding of all-element magic arrays, and even the operation of various forbidden spell magic energies in his previous life, had long ago reached the pinnacle.
Therefore, learning the Soul Guidance Array shouldn’t be a big problem; in his eyes, this is just a simplified circuit board.
“Why are you looking at these? You don’t intend to learn about spirit tools, do you?”
Xie Xie was lying on the table next to him, half-dead, pouring cold water on him listlessly: “That thing can drive people crazy when carving, and it’s extremely money-burning. If you’re not careful and blow up a core, you go bankrupt directly!”
“Money-burning?” Mo Fan pushed off the ground and stood up abruptly, stepped his short legs onto the chair, put his hands in his pockets, and grinned condescendingly: “This is called making money with money! Golden Hair, from now on, please call me the genius Soul Tool Master Mo Fan!”
Xie Xie’s eyelids twitched wildly, he raised his hand to cover his face, muttering: “It’s over, this guy was struck stupid by lightning…”
Mo Fan ignored his snark and continued reading.
[Soul tool carving needs to be based on high-quality metal, and high-level carving needs to be combined with Thousand Refinement and Spirit Forging materials.]
“Secondary professions involving mechas: one Forgemaster provides materials, one Soul Tool Master is responsible for carving and processing…”
Mo Fan rubbed his chin.
What Xie Xie said wasn’t without reason.
To save the wasted money on buying rare metals, he decided to tackle both, starting from being a Forgemaster.
Isn’t Uncle Saint Craftsman Mu Chen a Saint Craftsman?