Chapter 7 Xiaowu, Do You Still Want More? (Part 2)_1

Actually, what Tang San didn't know was that one of his two Martial Souls, the hammer, was supposed to bring him soul power. However, due to the Blue Silver Grass, some negative mutations had occurred between the two Martial Souls. Coupled with the fusion process of his Mysterious Heaven Method and his innate Martial Souls, it seemed that no soul power appeared during the Martial Soul Awakening.

Even if there was any, it couldn't be displayed—since he had already reached the level of Innate full soul power, without an additional Soul Ring, his soul power could no longer rise.

Master took a sip of water and said, "Let's decide on this for now, you go back first. I will come to your dormitory to find you early tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Leaving Master's room, Tang San struggled to calm down for a long time. The story told by Master was much clearer than any explanation about Martial Souls he had heard before. That afternoon, through Master's explanation, he had gained a certain understanding of the profession of Soul Master.

Soul Masters were divided into two main categories: Battle Soul Masters and Tool Soul Masters. Under these two categories were small subclasses like the food class, control class, combat class, healing class, and so on. The strength of a Soul Master was closely related to Soul Rings and soul power, which complemented each other in a growth process.

This was all that Tang San had come to understand so far. He knew that to acquire more knowledge of Soul Masters, he had to continue learning from Master. What made Tang San happiest was that Master had decided to take him to obtain a Soul Ring so quickly. Once he had his first Soul Ring, no matter the situation, he would be able to confirm the relationship between his Mysterious Heaven Method and the Martial Souls of this world.

Back at the dormitory, everyone else was out, busy with who knows what. Despite it already being late afternoon and having eaten twice at noon, Tang San didn't feel hungry at all.

Lying in bed with his eyes closed to rest, he carefully recalled everything Master had talked about that day to make the memory more profound.

He was a bit tired from traveling during the day, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

"Hey," after an unknown amount of time, an abrupt voice woke Tang San. Although his cultivation wasn't high yet, his alertness was not small. Subconsciously, he opened his eyes just in time to see a cute face.

Xiaowu looked at Tang San, "You're sleeping before nighttime has even arrived, will you be able to sleep later tonight?"

Tang San quickly sat up, somewhat embarrassed, only to see Xiaowu lying on the boundary line between their two beds, looking at him with a grin.

That's when Tang San noted that the working students had all returned. Sitting up, he pointed at the boundary line and said, "You've crossed the line."

Xiaowu giggled and replied, "So what if I've crossed the line? I'm a girl, you're supposed to let me, right? Of course, you are absolutely not allowed to cross it."

Looking at her rosy cheeks, Tang San really felt like pinching them but ultimately resisted the urge.

"Do whatever you want then. Xiaowu, I might have to go out for a bit tomorrow, and I don't know how long it will take before I can return. Just giving you a heads up."

"Going out? Where to?" Xiaowu asked, curious.

Tang San didn't hide it, "Teacher said that my soul power is full and I should get my first Soul Ring as soon as possible to continue cultivating. He plans to take me to find an appropriate one."

As Xiaowu was essentially the dormitory chief, and he didn't know how many days he'd be gone, it was necessary to inform her. Of course, this was also related to the conflict with Wang Sheng at noon. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Wang Sheng just yet.

As soon as Tang San mentioned obtaining a Soul Ring, envy appeared on the faces of all the other students except for Xiaowu. For a Soul Master, there was nothing more important than advancing. A level 11 and a level 10 Soul Scholar only differ by one level of soul power, but in both strength and status, they were worlds apart, and this gap becomes more pronounced at higher levels.

Xiaowu frowned and said, "You're leaving before school has even started. Is the Soul Ring really that important?"

Before Tang San could speak, Xiaowu noticed that the atmosphere around her had shifted. The other working students stared at her as if she were a monster. How important was a Soul Ring? That was self-evident. To a Soul Master, there was almost nothing more important than a Soul Ring.

"Go then. But what about our working student duties? If you go, I'll have to do the work alone," Xiaowu pouted as she looked at Tang San.

Tang San helplessly responded, "How about this? You might have to work a bit harder these few days, and when I come back, I'll take over all the remaining duties for the term. You'll still get your half of the wages, how about that?" With his physical strength, cleaning a garden was nothing, and Xiaowu's flexibility had impressed him. He was looking forward to sparring with her again and wasn't someone who liked to take advantage.

Xiaowu then showed a hint of a smile, "Alright, let's agree on that."

Tang San's dinner was still the coarse bread. As soon as night fell, all the working students were already seated on their beds, beginning to cultivate soul power.

Unlike the regular students, the working students had to train much harder. Although their talents might be average, cultivating their Martial Souls could be said to be their only way out in the future.

By observing, Tang San found that these working students' postures while cultivating their Martial Souls were similar to his meditation. There were faint soul power fluctuations emanating from them, but he did not know exactly how they went about cultivating in earnest.

Xiaowu alone was restless. She didn't cultivate, and as soon as Tang San finished his coarse bread, she pulled him out for a walk, refusing to relax.

If it had been any other day, Tang San would have insisted on cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Method. But his cultivation had already reached a bottleneck, and the Purple Demon Eyes could only be practiced in the early morning. Unable to resist Xiaowu's urging, he followed her out of the dormitory.

The weather this season was most comfortable, with air that was cool but not cold. By now, night had fallen, and the sky was clear, with stars high above.