Chapter 3: Friends

At the gate of Hongshan College

Tang Ziran sent Tang Wulin to the gate of the college before leaving. The college was very close to his home, so he told his son to go home directly after school. Looking at Nan Fusheng, who was also alone at the school gate, Tang Ziran sighed, but didn't say much and went to work directly.

The Soul Master Class has a special teacher who picks up students in front of the academy, and the treatment is obviously much better than that of ordinary classes.

Ordinary classes will only provide normal cultural education, but the Soul Master class will, in addition to this, teach these students who are born with soul power how to become a soul master, as well as the knowledge of soul masters, to prepare them for entering secondary colleges in the future.

There are only 16 students in this year's Soul Master Class. There are too few children whose martial souls have awakened their companion soul powers, especially in a small city like Aolai City. This year's class is still relatively large.

At this time, in the soul master class where Nan Fusheng was…

"Hey, what's your martial soul?" A short, chubby boy came up to Nan Fusheng and asked.

They are all children of the same age, and are full of curiosity about their upcoming career in the soul master class.

Nan Fusheng said lightly: "It's a bug." Then he saw a translucent bug lying quietly on Nan Fusheng's hand, wriggling from time to time.

"Tsk!" the little fat man said with disdain: "It's a bug! Its martial spirit is useless." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Nan Fusheng didn't say much, but just watched quietly as the little fat boy asked the children around him what their martial spirits were.

Soon the fat guy asked Tang Wulin. The two sides seemed to be arguing about something. Tang Wulin asked unconvincedly, "What about you? What is your martial spirit?"

The little fat man snorted, waved his right hand, a cold light flashed, and a short knife appeared in his hand, "See, my martial soul is a knife. If I can cultivate to the title of Douluo in the future, I will be called the God of Knife Douluo. The innate soul power is level five. I can easily chop these blue silver grass of yours into pieces."

Looking at the dagger in the other person's hand, and then looking at the blue silver grass in his own palm, Tang Wulin suddenly remembered what his father said last night.

Is It really difficult to cultivate Blue Silver Grass into a Spirit Master?

The other students also showed off their own martial spirits, each with its own characteristics, but no matter what martial spirit it was, it was at least much better than his Blue Silver Grass. Also because his martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass, the students who had gathered in several groups no longer came to pay attention to him.

When Nan Fusheng saw this, he realized that it was time for him to come on stage.

"I believe you can become a powerful soul master."

The words that came to his ears made Tang Wulin turn around and look in the direction of Nan Fusheng. It was him, the man from this morning, Tang Wulin thought.

Just when he was about to say something to Nan Fusheng, the teacher of the soul master class clapped his hands.

"Hello everyone, I am your homeroom teacher Lin Ximeng. In the next three years, I will teach you the basic knowledge of soul masters. Now, please introduce yourselves and introduce your names, martial souls, and innate soul power levels."

There were only sixteen students, so the introductions went on very quickly. When Lin Ximeng heard Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng introduce their martial spirits as blue silver grass and insects, she couldn't help but be a little surprised. The other students burst into laughter.

Nan Fusheng didn't feel anything. After all, his martial soul was not strong no matter how you looked at it. Other people could at least use the Blue Silver Grass. The martial soul of Tang San, the founder of the Tang Clan, was the "Blue Silver Emperor" evolved from the "Blue Silver Grass". As long as we work hard, we might be able to do it, and we use this excuse to comfort ourselves.

Could he use Huo Yuhao's example? However, he didn't have any million-year-old soul beasts to sacrifice, nor did he have any grandfather descending from the sky to pass on his legacy. He only had a legacy from the "Lord of the Mysteries," Nan Fusheng thought to himself with some amusement.

Tang Wulin on the other side was different. Although Nan Fusheng had comforted him just now, and now he was being laughed at by others like him, he was still a child, and his mentality was different from Nan Fusheng's. Tang Wulin's face turned red, and he seemed to be holding back a fire in his heart.

Lin Ximeng's demeanor quickly returned to normal, and she smiled and said, "Today is your first day of class. The teacher will first tell you about the classification of martial spirits, and then guide you to do preliminary meditation in the afternoon. Meditation is the only way to train and improve your spirit power. If you want to become a true spirit master, you must work hard."

"As we all know, in our world, everyone has their own martial soul. The martial soul awakens at the age of six, and it can be anyone. Those with companion soul power can become soul masters through training, which is you. So, what are the categories of martial souls?"

"First of all, martial souls are divided into two categories: weapon martial souls and beast martial souls. Among them, those that appear in living forms are beast martial souls. Those that appear in non-living forms are weapon martial souls. You can improve your martial soul by cultivating soul power. When the soul power level breaks through level ten, you can officially become a soul master."

"Soul masters also have two major categories, namely combat soul masters and weapon soul masters. Those who cultivate martial souls for the purpose of fighting are combat soul masters, and those who cultivate martial souls for non-combat purposes are weapon soul masters. Whether it is a martial soul or a soul master, there are many sub-categories…"

Listening to Lin Ximeng's explanation of the classification of martial spirits and spirit masters, Tang Wulin's resentment gradually disappeared. He had been curious about the profession of spirit master since he was a child. This knowledge was like a magnificent world that was opening a brand new door to him.

Nan Fusheng also listened carefully. Although he knew the setting of Douluo Continent in his previous life, there was still a gap between novels and reality, not to mention that someone often went against the settings in the book.

After explaining some common sense of soul master cultivation, Lin Ximeng also began to teach some texts of Douluo Continent. After all, even soul masters are not born with knowledge. Nan Fusheng did not listen to this part so seriously because he had already studied it on his own.

Time soon came to noon. The study life in the academy included a lunch, and there was no limit on the quantity. The students in the soul master class also had much better food than ordinary students.

Although he is a soul master, Nan Fusheng's appetite is only slightly larger than that of an average child, but his neighbor Tang Wulin is different.

Tang Wulin ate so much that he was nicknamed "glutton". He ate so much that it was almost half of the other dozen students combined. It was more than an adult's appetite, which made Tang Wulin quite depressed.

"Being able to eat is a blessing. I envy you for being able to eat so carefree."

Tang Wulin turned his head and looked to the side. It was him, the man from this morning.

"Do you really believe that I can become a powerful soul master?"

Tang Wulin looked at Nan Fusheng, not knowing what to say for a moment, and finally said these words hesitantly.

"Of course, didn't Seagod Tang San's teacher, the famous 'Master' in history, say: There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters?"

Nan Fusheng said something that he himself did not believe.

However, Tang Wulin believed it. He clenched his fists and said, "That's right, there are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters. Thank you."

Looking at Tang Wulin, Nan Fusheng also responded to him. After these few words, the distance between Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin was shortened a lot.