Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 189 Should the child be surnamed Hongchen or Han?

"ah??"

Meng Hongchen's heart skipped a beat, and her heart began to pound violently.

His face immediately turned bright red, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Seeing Meng Hongchen like this, Jing Hongchen felt a surge of joy.

That's fine, at least my granddaughter likes it, and I've achieved my goal.

"Meng, if you like Hanyu, Grandpa can create an opportunity for you two."

"Whether you succeed or not depends on yourself."

Jing Hongchen narrowed his eyes, a cunning glint in them.

"real!"

Meng Hongchen was overjoyed and exclaimed in surprise.

"Grandpa, but he's from the Heavenly Soul Empire, and I..."

Although Meng Hongchen liked it very much, she still knew how to distinguish right from wrong when it came to important matters.

The Sun and Moon Empire is inherently opposed to the other three kingdoms, so the two men's positions are naturally opposite.

Thinking of this, my earlier joy immediately faded.

"Dream, love knows no borders. As long as he likes you enough, I think he would definitely be willing to join the Sun Moon Empire for you."

"And as you said, his martial spirit is very powerful. If it can be passed down in our Hongchen family..."

"Then we will have two kinds of inherited martial souls."

Jing Hongchen spoke with a hint of seduction, a wild ambition flashing through his heart.

He knew that the royal family of the Sun Moon Empire possessed several kinds of inherited martial souls.

The reason they were able to sit in that position is because of their powerful inherited martial souls.

In the beginning, the Sun Moon Royal Family only had one inherited martial spirit; the other martial spirits were gradually acquired through marriage alliances.

This tactic is no secret within the Sun Moon Empire.

If their family could obtain Han Yu's martial spirit as an inheritance, then...

"Oh, so you're going to have children?"

"So, is the surname Hongchen or Han?"

"Han Hongchen, or what?"

Meng Hongchen's mind immediately began to wander, and her face grew increasingly red.

"Dream?"

Jing Hongchen stretched out his hand and waved it slightly in front of Meng Hongchen.

"what!"

Meng Hongchen was startled awake, feeling embarrassed. What had she been thinking? How could she have thought about the child's name?

Are you even listening to me?

Jing Hongchen was somewhat speechless: "Next, I will arrange for you and Hanyu to be under the same mentor. Then you can take this opportunity to build a good relationship with him and bring him to our side."

"Is there a problem?"

Meng Hongchen nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa, I will bring back a grandson-in-law for you."

Han Yu was unaware that a shocking conspiracy was unfolding against him.

At this moment, he looked at the box in front of him, which was about one meter in size, and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

"Done!"

"I never expected that a mere level one soul tool would be so much more troublesome than a combat-type soul tool."

"Fortunately, it was a success at last."

"Next, we'll test the results."

A basin of water was brought over and placed in the box. About an hour later, Han Yu opened it.

At this moment, the water in the basin had completely turned into ice, which was very solid.

"There's a problem with the supply of soul power; one baby bottle obviously can't last long."

"We need to reduce the consumption of soul power."

After examining the situation, Han Yu immediately knew where the problem lay.

There aren't many problems with cooling and maintaining the temperature, but the soul energy in the baby bottle is being consumed quite a bit.

"Forget it, I'll leave these tasks to my shadow clones. As the main body, I just need to focus on my cultivation."

"This time it was purely out of interest."

Han Yu packed up the box, came to the bedside, glanced at the still-sleeping Hyotei, and shook her head.

He then turned and left.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, Han Yu saw that the other students from Shrek Academy were already eating.

He didn't stand on ceremony, took several portions of food and started eating. Before long, he had finished all the food.

"The taste was a bit off, but it was still edible."

"Bring a chicken to Hyotei."

"She loves eating this."

Han Yu smiled inwardly. Ever since she found out that Han Yu was a very good cook, Hyotei would pester Han Yu to cook for her whenever she had a craving.

Forced by circumstances, Han Yu had no choice but to feed it, and the reason why Hyotei liked to eat chicken was because Han Yu made a beggar's chicken that time.

This delicious taste made Hyotei fall in love with it instantly; chicken is now her favorite food.

As Hanyu had predicted, Hyotei was overjoyed to see the chickens Hanyu had brought back.

After finishing her meal and changing into her school uniform, Hanyu went to the sixth-grade teaching building to gather.

Lin Jiayi's eyes flashed with a complex emotion when he saw Han Yu arrive.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes."

With a slight movement of her lips, she whispered a few words to the staff member beside her, and then looked at Han Yu with a hint of a smile in her eyes.

"Dear students from Shrek Academy, starting today, you will be studying at our Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. We hope you will consider this place your home for the next two and a half years. To allow you to access more advanced knowledge about soul tools, your study schedule is as follows."

"You will be studying under these ten sixth-year teachers behind me. These six teachers are all highly capable instructors in our academy, at least level seven soul masters. Each of them will be mentoring several sixth-year students."

After Lin Jiayi finished speaking, he gestured for a staff member to come forward. The staff member carried a tray and walked to each teacher one by one.

This is clearly a lottery system used to decide which students to mentor.

The staff member walked around with the tray, one by one. When he reached the last teacher, he pressed his right hand slightly on a certain spot.

"Cold rain".

"exist!"

Han Yu answered, his gaze fixed on the young teacher who had called his name.

The young teacher looked to be in his early thirties, and he stood out from the crowd, exuding an aura of knowledge.

While Han Yu was sizing up the teacher, he was also sizing up Han Yu.

He was taken aback when he saw his handsome face, but then he frowned when he noticed that there was no Soul Master badge on his chest.

His tone turned cold: "Come with me."

Han Yu didn't say anything and followed him into the second teaching building for sixth grade.

Soon, they stopped in front of a door.

There is a sign on the door: Third Laboratory.

Xuan Ziwen!

Han Yu's heart skipped a beat. He had already guessed something earlier, but he was still a little unsure.

Now that I see the name of this laboratory, it all makes sense.

Enter the laboratory.

"My name is Xuan Ziwen, and from today onwards I will be your teacher."

"What level of Soul Master are you?"

"Why aren't you wearing the Soul Master badge?"

Xuan Ziwen's tone was cold, even impatient.

He doesn't like mentoring students at all; he'd rather focus on research.

Han Yu smiled slightly, not paying attention to his tone; this was just how research-oriented talents were.

Because he spends so much time with metal, his communication skills are naturally not very smooth.

"My name is Han Yu. I learned how to use soul tools on my own, so I don't have a certification level. I estimate it's around level three."

Han Yu said somewhat uncertainly, "According to Shrek Academy, it is indeed level three, but here..."

That's hard to say.

However, if Xuan Ziwen dares to make him a level 5 soul tool in person, then becoming a level 5 soul master immediately is not impossible.

"Self-taught? There are probably three levels?"

Xuan Ziwen was stunned. What did this mean?

"Has Shrek Academy fallen so far behind?"

"Has no one given you a systematic lesson on soul tools?"

"You don't even know your own level, how can you learn soul tools?"

Xuan Ziwen was speechless.

Although he was willing to mentor students, he was unwilling to mentor such an unreliable student as Han Yu.

What's the difference between this and taking care of a child? He's not actually a member of the Sun Moon Empire.

It's from Douluo Three Kingdoms. I came here because of the excellent research environment.

So they knew how backward the level of soul tools was over there.

Han Yu claimed to be a Level 3 Soul Master, but Xuan Ziwen knew in his heart that if judged by the strict evaluation standards of the Sun Moon Empire, it was hard to say whether Han Yu's true level was actually Level 3.

However, Xuan Ziwen was still somewhat surprised that Han Yu, who had reached the level of a third-level Soul Master through pure self-study without any guidance, could do so.

This made him re-evaluate the boy, who was much younger than him, and feel that the boy's talent seemed to be quite outstanding.

Ignoring Xuan Ziwen's surprised gaze, Han Yu casually pulled a gleaming golden soul tool from her pocket, fiddled with it, and said:

"I'm quite interested in soul tools, and I study them when I have free time, so I've accumulated some basic knowledge."

As he said this, a hint of interest gleamed in his eyes.

He paused briefly before speaking again: "Furthermore, I am a spirit-type soul master."

As he said this, his eyes brightened even more. "Mental-type Soul Masters are also quite adept at using Soul Tools once they become familiar with them."

Han Yu's words carried an undisguised arrogance, but his expression was calm and at ease, as if it were all perfectly reasonable.

Upon hearing Han Yu claim to be a spirit-type soul master, a hint of surprise finally flashed across Xuan Ziwen's usually calm face.

He looked at Han Yu with some hesitation, his expression revealing undisguised surprise.

He swallowed hard, the sound of the weight bobbing upside down cutting through the air, and asked:

"Are you really a spirit-type Soul Master?"

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly stared at Han Yu with even more expectant eyes:

"Could you show me your martial spirit?"

You must understand that the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy has always been looking for Soul Masters with spiritual attributes. How could Xuan Ziwen not be tempted when he could see this in such a young man?

Xuan Ziwen was well aware of the advantages of being a spirit-type Soul Master.

It's hard to say about other elemental soul masters, but the proficiency of spirit-type soul masters with soul tools is unmatched by other elemental soul masters.

If Han Yu's martial spirit spiritual power is really that strong, then he naturally wouldn't mind training him from scratch and making him his student.

He knew that a student with exceptional talent was extremely rare in the entire empire.

It's not that he's unwilling to mentor students, but he simply doesn't have the patience and energy to spend on students with mediocre talent.

That would consume a lot of his energy, and the students' final results might not be ideal. Overall, the disadvantages of this approach outweigh the advantages.

Han Yu smiled gently and said softly, "Okay!"

He closed his eyes slightly, his expression focused, a tremor ran through him, and suddenly a scarlet light shone in his eyes.

He knew Xuan Ziwen's opinion of him and that he wouldn't give up on him just because of his age and lack of a mentor. So he didn't hide anything and told him that he was a spirit-type soul master.

He believed that once the other party saw his martial spirit, they would definitely be interested in him and treat him as a real student.

Han Yu's crimson Sharingan flashed by, and the massive fluctuation of spiritual power passed through the air, directly impacting Xuan Ziwen's perception.

He replied, albeit jokingly, "Your mental strength is that strong?"

But inwardly, he was terrified.

The shock in his eyes deepened. If he wasn't mistaken, the fluctuation he felt just now was probably much stronger than his mental power as a Soul Douluo.

Hearing Xuan Ziwen's exclamation, Han Yu simply smiled faintly and replied:

"It's normal for a spirit-type Soul Master to have stronger mental power, right?"

He wore an indifferent expression and laughed:

"And I am merely a little bit stronger than the average mentalist."

His tone was relaxed, and his expression was calm.

Xuan Ziwen's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. What you're saying is far too self-evident.

His mental abilities alone far surpass those of others at the same level. What kind of existence is this mental ability that is even stronger than the mental abilities themselves?

"I was originally planning to test you."

Xuan Ziwen spoke slowly, a sharp scrutiny in his eyes.

"If your level isn't high enough, I might let you find another teacher."

He paused, his tone softening slightly.

"However, given that you haven't received systematic training and are a spirit-type soul master..."

He sighed and waved his hand.

"How about this, you make a soul tool that you're best at, regardless of its level."

Xuan Ziwen looked at Han Yu with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, "Let me see when it's done."

He paused for a moment, weighing the various possibilities in his mind. He had already decided to keep Han Yu, but he still needed to get a basic understanding of her, so he could see her fundamental skills.

Han Yu nodded, her expression calm and composed, showing no surprise whatsoever.

"So, do you want an offensive, a defensive, or civilian version?"

Xuan Ziwen was slightly taken aback, and asked with a hint of surprise, "You can do all of that?"

Generally speaking, each Soul Master has a focus in their crafting. They are good at creating offensive Soul Tools, but not so good at creating defensive ones, because they tend to attach their offensive ideas to defensive Soul Tools.

He recalled one of his former students and couldn't help but sigh:

"For example, he once had a student who put several soul-guided cannons on his shield, but the defense was not good and the attack was also lacking."

Han Yu calmly replied, "It will all happen a little bit."

(End of this chapter)