A few days later.
At high noon.
The old village head of Emperor Soul Village, leaning on his cane, arrived tremblingly before Lin Qing’s dilapidated wooden shack.
In his hand, he held a letter from the Spirit Hall Sub-hall.
“Little Qing, I’ve secured a spot for you as a Working Student at Nuoding Academy.
You can go and report there at any time.” The old village head’s face wore a kind smile, and he was exceptionally proud.
Their Emperor Soul Village had produced a fine Spirit Master candidate.
“There is also an invitation letter here from Spirit Hall.
Take a look for yourself and see what it’s about.” “Thank you, Grandpa Village Head.
Sorry for the trouble.” Lin Qing took the letter and expressed his gratitude.
After seeing off the old village head, he returned to the room and opened the letter.
He knew in his heart that the moment of choice had arrived.
Should he go to Nuoding Academy and follow the path of the original Tang San?
Or should he choose to join Spirit Hall and embark on a completely different path?
Just then.
“Buzz!” A familiar sensation of vibration appeared without warning.
Lin Qing abruptly looked up.
He saw the air in the center of the room distorting slightly.
A flash of white light!
A black urn appeared out of thin air on the ground.
It was exactly the same as the previous one.
Only the portrait on the box seemed to have changed to someone else.
No, more accurately, it had changed to an image of himself from a different period.
The portrait was no longer of his six-year-old self.
Instead, it was a youth who looked more mature, roughly twelve years old.
Black hair, blue eyes, and there was already a hint of sharpness between his brows.
But one could still vaguely tell that it was Lin Qing.
Twelve-year-old Lin Qing!
[Ding!
Please receive the relics of ’12-Year-Old Lin Qing’!] Lin Qing stared at the urn.
Another self from a parallel World!
Another potentially different future!
He took a deep breath.
“The me who died at twelve?
Tsk, a short-lived ghost in both lives, truly unparalleled.” “Receive the relics.” [Ding!
You have inherited the relics of ’12-Year-Old Lin Qing’!] The familiar System notification sound exploded in his mind.
[Would you like to listen to the last words immediately?] “Listen immediately.” The next moment.
The light and shadows before his eyes shifted.
The familiar “movie perspective” unfolded once again.
[My name is Lin Qing.] The narrator’s voice sounded.
It was more mature than the six-year-old version, carrying the hoarseness unique to a boy’s voice-changing period.
It seemed the self-narration was being done with the voice at the time of death.
[In the year I turned six, I awakened the Spirit ‘Heavenly Eye’ with an Innate Soul Power of level eight.
The invitation letter from Spirit Hall arrived as expected.] [But I chose to refuse.] “Oh?” The Lin Qing in reality raised an eyebrow.
“Refused Spirit Hall and went to Nuoding Academy?” This was completely different from the choice of the previous parallel Lin Qing.
“Interesting.” His interest was piqued.
He was currently facing the same choice.
Nuoding Academy?
Or Spirit Hall?
The experiences of this parallel World might provide him with valuable reference.
The last words continued to play.
[After bidding farewell to the villagers, I left Emperor Soul Village and came to Nuoding Academy.] The scene shifted.
In front of an ordinary academy gate, the young Lin Qing carried a simple satchel, looking up at the plaque.
There was anticipation in his eyes, but also caution.
[On the first day of school, I met Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.] Three figures appeared in the scene.
The black-haired youth Tang San had steady eyes and was dressed simply.
The girl with the scorpion braid, Xiao Wu, had eyes that were large and bright.
And the middle-aged man wearing a long robe, looking haggard and somewhat weak, was precisely the “Theory Grandmaster” Yu Xiaogang.
[Grandmaster seemed very interested in my Spirit.] Yu Xiaogang walked up to the young Lin Qing, crouched down, and scrutinized him carefully.
“Child, I’ve seen your Spirit certificate.
A third eye; your Spirit is very special.” His voice was gentle, carrying the inquisitive desire unique to a scholar.
“My name is Yu Xiaogang, a teacher at this academy.
You can also call me Grandmaster.” “If you are willing, I can take you as my disciple and specifically help you research the characteristics of your Spirit.” The Lin Qing in the scene took half a step back and shook his head.
“Thank you, Teacher, but I want to try studying on my own first.” His voice was tender, but the refusal was very blunt.
[I refused him.] The narrator’s voice narrated calmly.
[Because I knew Tang Hao stood behind Tang San, I didn’t want to get too involved with Tang San.
It was very dangerous.] In the scene.
The young Lin Qing walked alone on the academy’s stone path, his back looking somewhat lonely.
[Therefore, I decided that in the future, I would not have any deep contact with the few of them.] “Mm.” The Lin Qing in reality nodded.
“That’s the choice I would make.” Especially since this parallel Lin Qing didn’t seem to have the Golden Finger of receiving relics like he did.
In such a situation, staying away from the protagonist and protecting oneself was the most rational choice.
After all, that fellow Tang Hao…
was the type to hammer people at the slightest disagreement.
The last words continued.
[However, developments always exceed expectations.] A hint of helplessness seeped through the narrator’s voice.
[Simply because I accidentally bumped into Xiao Wu, I helped her pick up a carrot that had fallen on the ground.] In the scene, in the academy corridor.
The carrot in the pink-clothed girl’s hand rolled onto the floor.
The young Lin Qing happened to be passing by, picked it up, and handed it back to her.
“Thank you!” Xiao Wu’s eyes curved into crescents, her smile brilliant.
“What’s your name?
I’m Xiao Wu, Wu as in dancing!” “Lin Qing.” “Lin Qing?
Okay, I’ve remembered it!
From now on, we’re friends!” The girl finished speaking and ran off skipping.
Leaving Lin Qing standing there, looking dazed.
[Just like that, she considered me a friend.] The narrator gave a bitter laugh.
[From then on, I always felt a pair of terrifying eyes staring at me from the shadows.
I guessed it was Tang Hao.] The scene’s color tone darkened.
In the corners of the academy, deep in the woods, even outside the dormitory window.
There was always a faint gaze, following him like a shadow.
Cold and full of pressure.
[For a long time afterward, I lived under this kind of shadow.] The Lin Qing in reality frowned.
“Tang Hao…” Besides that Clear Sky Douluo, he couldn’t think of anyone else who would do such a thing.
It was likely because the parallel Lin Qing had come into contact with Xiao Wu, a hundred thousand year transformed Spirit Beast.
Tang Hao had very likely already preset her as a hundred thousand year spirit ring and Spirit Bone package for his son Tang San’s future.
[Approaching the age of seven, I successfully broke through level ten.] In the scene, the youth sat cross-legged on the dormitory bed.
The Soul Power fluctuations around him were noticeably stronger.
[Under the leadership of the academy teachers, I headed to the Soul Hunting Forest to hunt for Spirits.] A gloomy forest with towering ancient trees.
The roars of various Spirit Beasts came from the depths.
[I successfully absorbed a first spirit ring of about three hundred and fifty years.] A Leopard-type Spirit Beast, pitch black all over, lay on the ground as a yellow spirit ring slowly rose.
[Unfortunately, it wasn’t a Mental-type Spirit Beast.
After all, Mental-type Spirit Beasts are too rare.] The narrator’s voice carried regret.
The Lin Qing in reality also fell into deep thought because of this.
“I’m afraid I have to consider this point in advance as well.” Mental-type Spirit Beasts were indeed hard to find.
If he really couldn’t find a suitable one when the time came, would he also have to absorb a non-mental type just to make do, like the parallel Lin Qing?
This problem required some careful thought.