Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

What Master Fang meant by modifying the teaching plan was, in Luo Xing's view, simply giving him more new blueprints to practice with. However, thanks to his cheat code, he was actually able to keep up with Master Fang's teaching progress.

Ever since the system synchronized "practice experience for the next year" with him, those basic techniques of engraving lines, sword control, and soul power output have become like muscle memory. Every time Master Fang teaches something new, he can master it after just a few tries, and his success rate is getting higher and higher.

"Your progress..." Half a month later, Master Fang looked at the core magic array of the heating stove that Luo Yun had carved, his expression complicated. "I've been in Wuyun City for almost ten years, and I've never seen anything like this."

Luo Yun smiled modestly: "Maybe I was born to do this."

Master Fang snorted and didn't say anything more, but simply slapped the next drawing in front of him.

Three months later, Luo Yun was able to completely inscribe the core magic arrays required to make a first-tier lighting lamp and a first-tier heating stove. Master Fang began to teach him the entire process of making a first-tier soul tool—from forging metal to inscribing magic arrays, to assembling, activating, and debugging, which required more precise material handling and higher requirements for soul power control.

"At this rate, you'll be able to take the Level 1 Soul Master exam soon," Master Fang said. "A Level 1 Soul Master at around ten years old is quite impressive, not just in the Douling Empire, but even in the Sun Moon Empire."

Luo Yun nodded, but he was thinking about something else.

He is currently nine years old, and there are still three years until he reaches the twelve-year Shrek Academy entrance age. If his soul power cultivation and soul tool learning progress simultaneously during these three years, he is estimated to reach level 20 and become a level 2 soul master.

A twelve-year-old level two Soul Master, plus over twenty levels of Soul Power—he should be able to hold Shrek Academy back, right?

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At the same time, the family business was also booming.

The reputation of "Huami" spread far and wide. When people in Wuyun City mentioned life-giving soul tools, the first place that came to mind was the Luo family's shop. Not only customers from this city, but also merchants from several surrounding cities came specifically to pick up goods.

Taking advantage of the situation, Luo Xing opened his first branch on the busiest street in the east of the city. The storefront was twice the size of the original store, and the pure white signboard at the entrance could be seen from a great distance.

The manufacturing side has also expanded. What used to be just a few blacksmiths and soul masters working together has now been formally established as a workshop, specializing in the production of the "Huami" series of soul tools. The number of blacksmiths has increased from two to six, the number of soul masters from three to eight, and more than a dozen apprentices have been recruited to assist them.

Luo Xing no longer stands at the counter himself. Now he's busy every day sourcing goods, negotiating partnerships, and reviewing accounts, occasionally taking a stroll through the workshop to check on production progress. In his own words, "I'm a boss now, not just a small shopkeeper."

One night, Luo Xing called Luo Yun to his side.

"Yoona, look at this."

He handed me an account book and turned to the last page.

Luo Yun took it and looked at it, then paused for a moment.

That's this month's profit figure, five times higher than it was six months ago.

"These were all your ideas." Luo Xing leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face. "The assembly line, the whole grains, the branch stores—they were all your ideas. Dad's just a laborer; for the brains, we have to rely on you."

Luo Yun handed the account book back to him: "Dad, don't say that. No matter how good the idea is, someone has to do it. I've seen how exhausted you've been these past six months."

Luo Xing smiled but didn't reply. He then took out a small box from the side.

"Open it and take a look."

Luo Yun opened the box, inside which were several pieces of whale glue and a few small boxes neatly arranged.

"These are seven pieces of century-old whale glue," Luo Xing said, pointing to the box. "That should last you a while. Those boxes contain ice spirit grass and spirit ginseng, both excellent for nourishing meridians and enhancing soul power. Father had someone bring them back from outside; it cost quite a bit of money."

Luo Yun was stunned.

Ten pieces of century-old whale glue, plus ice spirit grass and spirit ginseng—the value of this box would not have been enough for their family's annual income a year ago.

"Father, this is too much—"

"What's the big deal?" Luo Xing waved his hand. "You're at a crucial stage of your cultivation right now. The stronger your foundation, the further you'll go in the future. Tell your father when you run out of these things, and I'll get you more."

He stood up and patted his son on the shoulder.

"Just focus on your cultivation, don't worry about anything else."

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From that day on, Luo Yun's cultivation resources improved dramatically.

Previously, we had to be frugal with whale gelatin, breaking one piece into several pieces to use slowly. Now, we can eat one piece every ten days or so, and with the addition of ice spirit grass and daily ginseng soup, our meridians are widening day by day, and our constitution is getting stronger day by day.

After three months of cultivation, and with the help of the system's ability to overdraw his future, his soul power rose from level thirteen to level fifteen.

Two more months passed, and he went from level 15 to level 16.

The speed isn't exactly phenomenal—after all, the foundation of a fourth-level innate talent is there—but it's already much faster than when he first awakened. At this rate, breaking through to level 20 and obtaining his second spirit ring before the age of twelve shouldn't be a problem.

That night, Luo Yun sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling the soul power flowing through his body.

Previously, when circulating soul power, there was always a slight stagnation, like a few stones blocking a stream. Now, those stones have been washed away, and the soul power flows smoothly, growing stronger with each cycle.

He opened his eyes and moved his hands and feet.

Master Fang said that his physique has improved a lot. Although he is only at the fourth level of innate talent, his cultivation speed is now almost the same as that of a fifth-level innate talent.

"If we could get some better spiritual herbs and pills, we might be able to reach the sixth level of the Innate Realm," Master Fang said. "However, the Innate Realm is still the Innate Realm. No matter how much you supplement your cultivation, there is a limit. How far you can go depends on yourself."

Luo Yun, on the other hand, was quite open-minded.

If you're born at level four, then you're at level four. With the system and resources, you can take it slow.

However, whenever Luo Yun calmed down and thought things through, he still felt that the gap between him and those geniuses was too big. He knew that he could achieve such speed, and most of the credit should be attributed to the system.

Although my family is now quite well-off and can often use medicinal herbs to improve my health, I am ultimately born with very poor constitution.

If things continue at this pace, he feels he won't be able to compete with his peers in terms of braised chicken.

Upon careful consideration, Luo Yun realized that the biggest gap between him and the geniuses of the same age in the original work was actually his physique. Compared to Wang Dong, who was tired of eating the millennium whale glue, and the Duke's heir, the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the great-grandson of the Sea God Pavilion Master, his own supplementation over the past two years was still insignificant.

"No, I need to find a way to improve further," Luo Yun muttered to himself. If he entered Shrek Academy with this level of skill, he would at best graduate from the outer academy if he was lucky, and if he was unlucky, he might be expelled.

"Perhaps I should try that five-year overdraft," the thought popped into Luo Yun's mind.