Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

The days after the class assignments were much calmer than Luo Yun had expected.

The curriculum in Class One focuses on practical theory. Wang Yan's teaching style is completely different from Zhou Yi's—he doesn't suddenly punish the whole class by making them run laps, nor does he threaten anyone with expulsion, but his requirements for knowledge are equally strict. Each class assigns a large amount of reading, covering almost everything a soul master needs to know, from the classification of martial souls to the ecology of soul beasts, from the principles of soul power operation to the analysis of battle formations.

Luo Yun's cultivation proceeded step by step.

The only change was that every Sunday afternoon, he would go to Wang Yan's office to help record the changes in his martial soul. Wang Yan would have him release his martial soul and use instruments to measure the temperature of the ice mist, record the changes in his soul power level, and occasionally have him release his soul skills a few times to observe the growth rate and hardness of the ice thorns.

"Your ice attribute temperature is a little lower than last month," Wang Yan said, flipping through the notebook. "Although the change is small, it is indeed continuing to decrease. This indicates that your martial soul is still evolving."

Two months later, the system's cooldown period ended.

Luo Yun chose to overdraw his savings for five years.

This was the second time he had used the five-year overdraft. After the last time he used it up, he couldn't touch the system for a whole year, and his cultivation speed slowed down significantly during that year.

The familiar, surging energy poured into his body from all directions, like a flood bursting its banks. Luo Yun gritted his teeth, letting that power rampage through his meridians.

Soul power began to climb from level 26.

Level 27, Level 28, Level 29—

The white light lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly fading away.

Level 30? More than level 30, but we'll know the exact level after absorbing the soul ring.

But what surprised him even more was not the soul power.

The moment the synchronization ended, a wave of unfamiliar information flooded into my mind—not the experience of the soul tool, nor the results of body tempering, but a scene.

A bee-like spirit beast, entirely silver-white in color, with wings as thin as cicada wings and an ice spike at its tail three inches long, gleaming with a faint blue light in the sunlight. It flew silently, like a silver lightning bolt streaking across the sky.

Ice Blade Bee.

In the scene, the purple spirit ring was drawn into his body, and the third spirit ring lit up—he manipulated ice blades, thin as paper and sharp as knives, spinning forward and leaving deep cuts on the tree trunks.

Luo Yun opened his eyes and stared blankly for a long while.

His first soul skill is control, using ice mist to slow down and control the battlefield. His second soul skill is also control, using ice thorns to restrict the area of ​​effect and deal damage. His third soul skill is finally a pure ranged attack skill.

Three thousand seven hundred years—this timeframe far exceeds the limit for a third spirit ring.

But Luo Yun possesses miniature meridians that are fully opened in his arms and back, the amplification from the 40,000-year-old Frozen Eagle Soul Bone, and a body modified by Ice Marrow. He can withstand a 3,700-year-old Soul Ring.

"It's time to go to the far north," he muttered to himself.

He didn't take matters into his own hands regarding acquiring spirit rings. One of the perks of being a freshman champion is the ability to designate a spirit beast, with the academy handling the spirit hunting for you.

After several months of concealment, Luo Yun applied to the academy for the Soul Hunting application.

The accompanying teacher was a female Soul Master in her forties, surnamed Lin, whose Martial Soul was the Ice Crystal Butterfly, and who was a Seven-Ring Soul Saint.

Teacher Lin was a man of few words but decisive in his actions. Before setting off, he only asked Luo Yun three questions: "What is the target soul beast? What is its age?" Upon hearing the age requirement from the protagonist, he was slightly surprised, then nodded and asked no further questions.

The journey from Shrek Academy to the far north was much farther than starting from Wuyun City. The two first used a flying soul tool to reach the northern border of the Heavenly Soul Empire, and then traveled by carriage for a day before finally entering the outskirts of the far north.

This time it went much more smoothly than the last time.

Teacher Lin's familiarity with the far north far surpasses that of Master Fang. She knows which areas are inhabited by Ice Blade Bees, when they are most active, and how to approach them without disturbing them.

On the third day, they found their target in a frozen river valley.

The ice blade was about the size of an adult's thigh, entirely silver-white, and emitted a soft humming sound when its wings were spread. It was perched on a rock, the ice spikes at its tail trembling slightly, as if on guard.

Teacher Lin did not rush to make a move. She observed for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and only after confirming that there were no other soul beasts nearby did she signal Luo Yun to prepare.

"Its weakness is its wings," Teacher Lin said softly. "Once its wings are injured, its flight ability will be greatly reduced, making it easier to deal with. You'll be in charge of drawing its attention, and I'll take the lead in the attack."

The battle was simpler than expected.

Luo Yun exhaled a breath of icy mist, noticeably slowing the Ice Blade Bee's speed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Teacher Lin attacked from the side, striking its wing with a palm strike. One of the Ice Blade Bee's wings snapped off, and it fell from mid-air. Luo Yun's second soul skill, Ice Thorns, followed immediately, ice spikes shooting up from the ground and trapping it in place. After Teacher Lin had completely controlled the Ice Blade Bee, Luo Yun delivered the final blow—plunging a knife into the Ice Blade Bee's head. It twitched twice and then remained still.

A purple spirit ring slowly rose from the corpse.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Luo Yun opened his eyes.

A purple spirit ring slowly rotated around his body.

He raised his right hand, and with a thought, several ice blades condensed in his palm, as thin as paper, their edges gleaming coldly. With a flick of his wrist, the ice blades spun and flew out, striking a rock ten meters away, cutting half an inch deep before dissipating.

"The power is good, and the range is also long," Teacher Lin rarely commented.

Luo Yun nodded, already considering how to use this soul skill. The ice blades flew extremely fast, requiring almost no charging, making them a good initiating skill. Combined with the slowing effect of the ice mist, the ice blades' hit rate would be greatly increased.

On their way back, they passed the edge of the central region of the far north.

Luo Yun suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He sensed something strange—not a sound or a smell, but an inexplicable attraction, as if something was calling to him from the depths of the far north, from the deepest part of his martial soul, from the meridians modified by the ice marrow, and from his left arm where the Frozen Eagle Soul Bone was rooted.

The feeling was faint, but very clear.

He stood on the ice field, gazing north. In the distance, endless ice peaks stretched out, a vast expanse of white, obscuring everything. But he knew that at the edge of that white expanse, deep within that untouched, frigid land, something awaited him.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Lin turned to look at him.

"It's nothing." Luo Yun looked away. "Let's go."

He remembered that feeling. When he was strong enough, he would definitely come back and find that thing that called him.

Back at Shrek Academy, back to the daily campus life.

The semester has come to an end, and more things have happened in this semester than in the previous eleven years combined.

He took a deep breath and stood at the dormitory entrance with his packed luggage.

Chen Jiyong and Su Xiaowan came to see him off. Chen Jiyong's home was in Baishui City of the Douling Empire, not far from Wuyun City, and the two had agreed to visit each other during the holidays if they had time. Su Xiaowan's home was in the Tianhun Empire, in the opposite direction, and the three of them would go their separate ways after leaving the school.

"Yun-ge, be careful on the road." Chen Jiyong patted him on the shoulder. "See you when school starts."

Su Xiaowan stood to the side, saying nothing, only nodding at him.

Luo Yun smiled and turned to walk towards the city gate.