Returning to the small dilapidated house, Meng Chen closed the doors and windows before sitting on the brick bed.
Meng Chen tried to summon his second Martial Soul.
Accompanied by a flash of white light, a strange long spear appeared in his hand.
The entire spear emitted an incandescent glow, its shaft seeming almost transparent, and the spear blade was exceptionally long, occupying nearly a third of the spear’s total length, with light and flames flickering on its sharp edge.
On the spear shaft, the two characters “Sky-Propping” were engraved, shimmering with colorful light, ancient and powerful.
“Sky-Propping Spear!”
Meng Chen was surprised that his second Martial Soul turned out to be the Sky-Propping Spear.
In Legend of the Dragon King, that Sky-Propping Douluo Yun Ming, who created the false God Position, had the Sky-Propping Spear as his Martial Soul.
Stroking the Sky-Propping Spear, Meng Chen could hardly hide the excitement in his heart.
So what if Tang San had Twin Martial Souls of Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer?
His own first Martial Soul was the strongest destroyer of the plant system, the Thunder Hell Vine.
The second Martial Soul was even an attack system super Weapon Spirit, the Sky-Propping Spear, possessing an Innate flight-forbidden Domain, ultimate attack attributes, being indestructible and piercing through everything!
The Thunder Hell Vine alone suppressed the Blue Silver Emperor, let alone Tang San’s untransformed Blue Silver Grass.
As for Tang Hao behind Tang San.
Heh…
He has Tang Hao, and I also have a Dao protector.
Right, why hasn’t my Dao protector arrived yet?
Meng Chen withdrew the Sky-Propping Spear into his body and looked outside the house.
Were they delayed by something on the way?
Outside the house, a flash of blood-red beauty vanished in an instant.
…
Time flew by, and five days passed in a flash.
As soon as dawn broke, the old village chief called out to Meng Chen early.
After washing up, Meng Chen ate breakfast at the village chief’s house—dumplings cooked by the village chief’s daughter-in-law, with cabbage and pork filling.
The old village chief escorted Meng Chen to the village entrance, where a middle-aged man leaning against a donkey cart was waiting for them.
“Little Chen, our Xiahe Village has only produced a good sapling like you with Soul Power, and even Innate full Soul Power, in so many years.
Study hard when you get to Notting Academy, and strive to become a Soul Master early!”
“Come, take this.
This is some living expense raised by the village for you.
Eat on time and don’t go hungry.
If you don’t have enough money, write a letter back to the village, and the village will help scrape some more together for you…”
The old village chief handed a small cloth bag to Meng Chen, gently instructing him.
Hearing the clinking sound of silver coin in the small cloth bag, Meng Chen felt a warmth in his heart, his eye sockets turning slightly red as he nodded heavily.
“Mn, Grandpa Village Chief, I will definitely study hard and make something of myself.”
“Good, Grandpa will wait for your good news in the village.
Dalin, I’ll leave Little Chen to you.”
The old village chief patted Meng Chen’s head and instructed the middle-aged man.
Uncle Dalin nodded and beckoned Meng Chen onto the donkey cart.
Meng Chen sat on the donkey cart.
Leaning on his crutch, the old village chief waved his hand, telling them to set off.
The donkey cart moved forward slowly, its wheels grinding over gravel and making teeth-aching sounds.
Meng Chen couldn’t help looking back.
The shadow of Xiahe Village grew increasingly blurry in his eyes, but that hunched, aged figure remained clear.
When the donkey cart arrived at Notting City, it was already noon, and the sun was blazing high.
“Little Chen, let’s have lunch first, and go register at Notting Academy after eating.”
On the wide street, Uncle Dalin drove the donkey cart and said without turning his head.
Meng Chen: “Okay, Uncle Dalin.”
Uncle Dalin found a noodle shop, ordered two bowls of clear soup noodles, and after a moment of thought, asked them to add a poached egg to Meng Chen’s bowl.
“Little Chen, you’re growing your body and need nourishment.”
Looking at the poached egg resting on top of the noodles, Meng Chen felt Uncle Dalin’s care.
He picked up his chopsticks and ate the clear soup noodles in big mouthfuls.
After drinking all the soup, he finally ate the poached egg.
After eating his fill, Uncle Dalin escorted Meng Chen to Notting Academy.
“Hello, I am a work-study student from Xiahe Village.
This is the certification from the Nuoding Martial Soul Branch.”
Meng Chen handed the Spirit Hall certification to the guard to view.
The guard glanced at Meng Chen’s attire, just about to open his mouth to mock him a few times.
As a result, Uncle Dalin stood there, standing over 1.8 meters tall with bulging muscles forged from years of farm work, extinguishing the guard’s arrogance on the spot.
After all, it was only an Elementary Soul Master academy, and the guard wasn’t a Soul Master either, just an ordinary person who bullied the soft and feared the hard.
“Go on in.”
The guard reluctantly let them pass.
Uncle Dalin carried Meng Chen’s bedding and luggage, entering the academy together with Meng Chen.
“Bah!
Country bumpkin, thinking that entering Notting Academy means you can really become a Soul Master.
Overestimating your capabilities.”
The guard spat a mouthful of saliva and cursed a few times under his breath.
Just as he was about to close the door, the guard saw an old man and a young boy walking over.
Their attire was also not very good, so he immediately blocked them.
“What are you doing?
Do you know what place this is?
A Soul Master academy is not somewhere you can come to beg.”
“Little brother, we are not here to beg.
We come from Holy Soul Village, and this child is our village’s work-study student this year…”
Inside Notting Academy, Meng Chen quickly completed the procedures for a work-study student.
However, Meng Chen didn’t want to live in the work-study student dormitory.
He spent another two silver coins per semester as accommodation fees to move into a room for four.
Uncle Dalin moved the bedding and luggage into the dormitory.
After making the bed, Meng Chen fetched a kettle of water from downstairs and ran to the cafeteria to buy five large meat buns, wrapping them up in oil paper.
“Uncle Dalin, take these to eat on the road.”
Uncle Dalin took the water and meat buns: “Little Chen, your uncle goes to the east of the city to deliver vegetables at the beginning of every month.
If you need anything, come to the east of the city at the beginning of the month to wait for your uncle.”
“Okay, take care on your way, Uncle Dalin.”
Meng Chen saw Uncle Dalin off.
When he walked to the path leading into the academy, a decadent middle-aged man with graying temples and a face stiffer than a zombie walked toward him.
Following behind him was a boy around Meng Chen’s age, dressed plainly and stained with quite a bit of dust.
Are they Yu Xiaogang and Tang San?
Seeing this combination, a guess popped into Meng Chen’s mind.
As they brushed past each other, Yu Xiaogang glanced at Meng Chen out of the corner of his eye, his footsteps not stopping as he didn’t pay him any mind.
Yu Xiaogang brought Tang San to report to the Academic Affairs Office.
Upon seeing Tang San’s Spirit Hall certification, the head of the Academic Affairs Office showed astonishment on his face.
“Another Innate full Soul Power.”
“Another?” Hearing this word, a trace of doubt surfaced on Yu Xiaogang’s stiff face: “Director Su, does the academy have other Innate full Soul Power?”
Director Su nodded and pointed to the registration form placed on the other side.
“Mn, shortly ago, another work-study student came to register.
He also has Innate full Soul Power, and it’s even a mutated Martial Soul.”
Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, picked up that registration form to look at it, his brows slightly furrowing as he muttered to himself.
“Meng Chen, Innate full Soul Power, Thunder Hell Vine Martial Soul?
What kind of Martial Soul is this again?
A mutated Martial Soul is a mutated Martial Soul, why give it such a random name.”
Putting down the registration form, Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, who was earnestly filling out the form, a gleam flashing deep within his eyes.
He actually got to encounter two people with Innate full Soul Power—one with a high probability of being Twin Martial Souls, and another being a mutated Martial Soul.
If he could take them as Disciples and cultivate them into experts to prove his theories, let’s see who would still dare to mock him and say his theories were like gold on the outside but rotting on the inside.
After Tang San finished filling out the form, Yu Xiaogang brought him to the office and used his invincible theories to expose the secret that Tang San had Twin Martial Souls.
Tang San was greatly shocked and immediately knelt on the ground to kowtow, paying respects to Yu Xiaogang as his master.
Yu Xiaogang didn’t expect Tang San to perform such a grand ceremony, feeling endlessly astonished.
“A master for a day, a father for life.
Since you are my teacher, I naturally ought to respect you just like I respect a father!”
The etiquette teachings of the Tang Sect were extremely strict.
Growing up under that kind of education had long since been deeply branded into the depths of Tang San’s heart.
As for stealing Tang Sect secret arts, he Tang San was pure and flawless; it was clearly borrowing!
Borrowing!
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang forcibly squeezed an ugly smile onto his stiff face.
“Good, good, good, Little San, then Teacher will give you a task.
When you get to the work-study student dormitory, if you meet that work-study student named Meng Chen, bring him to see Teacher…”