Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 581 The King of the Undead

Chen Ping held the rare metal in his palm and created a soul tool without moving. Although this skill seemed unbelievable, it was actually just the effect of his mental power and soul power working together.

It's not difficult to create a level-three storage soul tool using such a flashy technique, but it's difficult to obtain higher-level rare metals.

After all, this is essentially about letting one's soul power break out of the body under the control of mental power, squeezing the key parts of the silver ingot in hand, and carving out the shape and the most basic, crudest core magic arrays. The precision requirements are not very high.

When his carving was finally completed, all Chen Ping needed to do was attach his soul power to the mithril until the old man came to inspect it. Only then did he remove his soul power, and a strange scene appeared out of thin air as the entire storage soul tool appeared along with the falling metal fragments.

If Chen Ping were really making level 5 or 6 soul tools, he would be making trouble for himself. But it has to be said that Chen Ping's casual move just now clearly intimidated the other soul tool makers who had only just started making their soul tools.

The old man in yellow respectfully handed the chick doll back to Chen Ping: "Of course, of course. Your token has more than half a cubic meter of storage space, which is absolutely top-notch among level three storage soul tools."

"All the soul tools produced in this competition belong to the soul tool masters themselves, and we also provide acquisition services."

Chen Ping simply nodded indifferently. Although he had no shortage of storage soul tools, he thought, "My Gege can't just take them out to sell. She definitely has to keep them for herself."

After exchanging a glance with Huo Yuhao, they stood up. The two of them had completed the creation of the soul tool in just a few minutes, and their skillful work made the old man in yellow dare not be negligent.

Such a level is definitely not something a simple level three Soul Master can achieve; it must be at least level four or even level five. This is remarkable, representing not only their formidable personal cultivation but also the power behind them.

Such a young intermediate-level Soul Master must have been cultivated by a powerful force with a great deal of effort!

"You two distinguished guests have passed the qualifying round. Tomorrow we will begin the first round of the competition, which will be an elimination tournament. One-third of the participants from the previous round will be eliminated in the first round until the final champion is determined. This is your qualifying round certificate, which will be used to receive a reward for this round."

As he spoke, he handed over two badges made of pure gold, each engraved with the numbers one and two, presumably representing their qualifying rankings.

Under the respectful gaze of the old man in yellow, the two turned and left. They leisurely played other games for a while until the bell rang to signal the end of the competition, at which point they stepped out.

Outside, Chen An was already waiting there, his face flushed with an unhealthy redness. Judging from his excited expression, which was almost like dancing with joy, he had probably really won the lottery with his casual press.

"Distinguished guests, I am fortunate to have fulfilled my mission!"

Chen An's lips trembled as he spoke. His mother had indeed chosen an auspicious day to give birth to him; otherwise, how could she have gotten pregnant so easily with just a random press?

The tenfold profit instantly transformed Chen Ping's black card, which originally contained 500,000 gold soul coins, into a red card with a balance of 5 million.

His only worry at this moment was that Chen Ping would renege on his bet, and then the prize he was about to win would really fly away.

This was a fortune enough to change his life. While it wasn't enough for him to retire and enjoy life immediately, it was enough to allow him to hold his head high for the rest of his life. "Hmm, I won the lottery?"

Chen Ping remained calm, as if winning five million gold soul coins was just a casual win of five hundred.

"Yes Yes"

Chen An's initial elation, which seemed to be seeking credit, was somewhat dampened by Chen Ping's calm reaction, but his estimation of the immense power behind Chen Ping rose to a new level.

For many large families, the entire sect's expenses for a whole year don't even reach five million gold soul coins. Yet Chen Ping's expression after winning five million gold soul coins was so indifferent. This can only mean that in this young master's eyes, the 500,000 gold soul coins he used for betting were small change, and five million gold soul coins, which had increased tenfold, were about the same amount.

So, where do these two come from? They possess Soul Master badges issued by the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, and they seem so nonchalant about such a huge sum of money.

Could it be someone from the royal family, or the son of a duke?
A person of such noble status is certainly qualified to join the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

As Chen An's thoughts raced, constantly guessing the identities of Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao, a gray glint of death flashed in Chen Ping's eyes as he looked at him.

In an instant, a power representing the most desolate and profound place in the world, completely outside the realm of the living, clung to Chen An like a malignant tumor.

Although Chen Ping stood there quietly, in Chen An's perception, Chen Ping was as inviolable as the king who controlled death.

Chen An's body trembled uncontrollably. He could even feel his heart pounding like a drum. In his subconscious, he felt as if his life was being stripped away and about to leave him.

If the boy in front of him wanted to, he could even instantly extract his soul from this lifeless body that had perhaps completed half of its journey through life. Although he had no evidence to prove this, he was certain of it.

Because the world before him had changed. Apart from Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao, there was no one else in the area he could see. It was as if he was not standing outside the street to see Chen Ping and the others off, but had been dragged directly into the world of the undead. The whole world had turned into a deathly gray.

"Don't try to find out about our origins. Just do as I ask. This little reward is what you deserve."

"Keep the money in your possession. We can use it to place bets again next time. Of course, you can also try to take the money with you or something."

Just as Chen Ping said this, in Chen An's vision, various bizarre and terrifying creatures seemed to appear in the gray mist that enveloped him.

A headless corpse knight, a ram-horned bone horse spewing eerie green flames from its nostrils, and a frost dragon whose head and tail were nowhere to be seen all flashed into his field of vision.

When the deathly grayness in Chen Ping's eyes dissipated, Chen An, who was covered in sweat as if he had been pulled out of the water, found that he was still standing in the same spot, as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)