I'm picking up fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 8 Notting City

"The Junior Soul Master Academy mainly teaches some basic training and cultural courses. Only when you obtain a soul ring and officially become a soul master can you graduate from the academy. Later on, there are intermediate and even advanced academies."

While driving the ox cart, Old Jack told the two the story of the Soul Master Academy.

Lu Feng lay comfortably on the ox cart, with his eyes closed, legs crossed, and a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.

"Xiao San, you should get on the cart too. We're still more than half an hour away from Notting City." Old Jack looked back at Tang San who was following the ox cart and said with concern.

Tang San wiped the sweat from his forehead and pretended not to care: "No need, Grandpa Village Chief. I'm not used to riding an ox cart, so I'll just treat it as exercise."

In fact, ever since Lu Feng left the blacksmith shop, Tang San could feel the "deep fatherly love" every now and then.

A few days ago, after two months of hard work, Tang San finally tempered a piece of raw iron to the size of a fist. He couldn't wait to show his results to Tang Hao.

The first time Tang Hao saw the refined iron, he thought of Lu Feng, the "other people's child".

Thus, Tang San realized what "father's love is as high as a mountain" meant.

"Sigh~"

Tang San touched his butt with his hand. Even though he had applied ointment, he still felt a burning pain.

"Hmph, I'm about to go to school. Lu Feng is from the same hometown as me after all, so let's not take it seriously for now." Tang San gave Lu Feng an unfriendly look, then continued to catch up with the ox cart.

"Grandpa Village Chief, what are intermediate colleges and advanced colleges?" Tang San asked Old Jack curiously.

Old Jack explained patiently: "The knowledge taught in the Intermediate College is more advanced. If you want to graduate from here, you must reach level 20 and obtain a second spirit ring."

Old Jack looked back at Lu Feng and Tang San, his eyes full of satisfaction. In his opinion, with their talents, reaching level 20 was not difficult.

"However, the Intermediate Academy will not be responsible for helping students hunt for spirit rings. If you want to obtain a second spirit ring, you must rely on your own strength to hunt spirit beasts."

After saying that, Old Jack sighed.

It is too difficult for a common soul master to become a strong one!
Cultivation resources, family power, growth environment. One step behind, all the way behind!

"What about the advanced college?" Tang San asked.

Hearing this, Old Jack smiled bitterly and said, "Advanced colleges are even more difficult. That's not something we ordinary people consider at all."

Lu Feng had opened his eyes at some point and was listening carefully to what Old Jack said.

To be honest, when he first watched Douluo Dalu, he was only concerned with the soul master competition and how the protagonist pretended to be cool.

Later, when the anime came out, his attention shifted to "wives".

He also knew very little about the cultural customs and practices on the mainland.

Besides, novels are just fiction after all. Now, he lives in a real world.

Along the way, Old Jack kept explaining the Soul Master Academy to the two of them, and from time to time, he also interspersed some interesting things he saw when he was young.

It wasn't far from Holy Soul Village to Notting City, and the three of them were riding in a bullock cart. Before noon, they had already reached the city gate.

This was not Lu Feng’s first time to come to Notting City. When he was a hunter, he had come here several times with the vegetable caravan.

Old Jack drove the bullock cart to the designated location and took the two men to the junior college.

The whole city of Nottingham is paved with marble and is very flat. The streets are bustling with people coming and going.

The junior college was located in the west of Nottingham, and it took them a while to reach the school gate.

The academy looked very luxurious, with a tall archway that was almost ten meters high and made of solid rock. There were two iron gates below, and Tang San could tell at a glance that they were made of the finest iron.

"If we take down these two doors, we'll have enough to make a lot of hidden weapons!"

Tang San looked at the dark gate with his eyes shining.

"What are you doing! Is this a place where you country bumpkins can come? Get out!" The young man guarding the gate looked at Tang San's obsessed look and shouted.

Tang San was awakened by the young man's voice and came back to his senses. Thinking of how he had just looked, he suddenly felt a surge of heat rising to his brain. His face was slightly red, and he looked up at the young man, with a hint of hostility in his eyes.

"What are you glaring at? I'm talking about you!"

The young man pointed at Tang San with his right hand and shouted: "Where did you come from, you bumpkin? Do you know where this place is?"

Seeing this, Old Jack hurriedly smiled and said, "My dear little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. These two children are our village's part-time students this year."

The concierge frowned and said in a sarcastic tone, "Work-study students? The academy hasn't had work-study students for many years. You are not fakes. Do you have a martial arts certificate?"

It is unacceptable that young people have such a bad attitude. In the past, some people actually pretended to be part-time students and came to work in the college.

After all, if you sweep the floor in the academy, you can earn ten copper soul coins every day!

This is much better than working outside.

There was a flash of anger in Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the two people's certificates and handed them to the doorman.

"Hahaha, Blue Silver Grass? Innate full soul power? What a crap! I told you guys to make it look more realistic if you try to forge it." The doorman waved the certificate in his hand and said angrily and amusedly.

"Holy Soul Village, I think Beggar Village is more like it!"

"What did you say?" Old Jack's face changed when he heard the words. He took a step forward and glared at the doorman.

Holy Soul Village is his greatest pride and he will never allow anyone to tarnish it.

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly, his face gloomy. He raised his right hand slightly and unfastened the safety of his sleeve arrow.

"Humph, are you angry because I exposed you? I've been a doorman in the academy for four years, and I've never heard of a student with innate full soul power. Let me see how the other proof is made up."

"Martial soul body, innate..." The doorman stopped talking halfway.

On Lu Feng's certificate, a golden seal sparkled brightly under the sunlight.

"Wuwu Soul Hall, Youth Corps Reserve!" The young man's eyes widened when he saw the seal on the certificate.

A trace of cold sweat flowed down his forehead. Although it was a cool autumn day, the young man felt like he was in a furnace.

It is easy to fake a martial spirit certificate. All you need is a spirit master to help you simulate the spirit power seal.

But if someone were to discover that the seal of the Spirit Hall was forged, you would lose your head!
"This this."

"It's over. I have offended two future soul masters!"

The young man stood there in a daze, feeling as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart. He was speechless for a moment.

"Old man, I'm really sorry. I was too shortsighted. I hope you can forgive me." The young man said with difficulty.

"Hmph!" Old Jack snorted coldly, and suddenly felt extremely refreshed.

However, Old Jack did not reply. After all, what the young man had just said had hurt the softest part of his heart.

Tang San lowered his head, stroked his right wrist, and remained silent.

In Tang San's opinion, the young man had already sought death by insulting his martial spirit!

If the young man had apologized a few seconds later, there would be an arrow in his throat!
"Hmph, our village chief is very generous. I'll let you go this time. Remember to keep an eye out next time."

Seeing the young man’s pale face and restless look, Lu Feng waved his hand and motioned him to stand aside.

The young man did make a mistake, but it was not a big mistake, and Lu Feng had no interest in making things difficult for an ordinary person.

Hearing this, the young man felt relieved and bowed deeply to Lu Feng again.

Just as Lu Feng walked into the school gate, a ball of white light fell out:
Pick up a white special attribute [Faith] fragment*1 (1/1)

(End of this chapter)