I collect fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 8 Nottingham

"The primary Soul Master Academy mainly teaches basic cultivation techniques and cultural courses. Only after obtaining a Soul Ring and officially becoming a Soul Master can one graduate from the academy. Further on, there are intermediate and even advanced academies."

As Old Jack drove the oxcart, he told the two stories about the Soul Master Academy.

Lu Feng lay comfortably on the oxcart, eyes closed, legs crossed, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

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

Tang San wiped the sweat from his forehead and said nonchalantly, "No need, Grandpa Village Chief. I'm not used to riding in an oxcart, consider it exercise."

In fact, ever since Lu Feng left the blacksmith shop, Tang San has been able to 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 achievement to Tang Hao.

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

Thus, Tang San came to understand what it meant for "fatherly love to be as deep as a mountain".

"Hiss~"

Tang San touched his buttocks with his hand. Although he had applied ointment, he still felt a burning pain.

"Hmph, school starts soon. Lu Feng is still from my hometown, so I'll let this go for now." Tang San gave Lu Feng an unfriendly look before continuing to follow the oxcart.

"Grandpa Village Chief, what are Intermediate Academy and Advanced Academy?" Tang San asked Old Jack curiously.

Old Jack patiently explained, "The knowledge taught at the intermediate academy is more advanced. To graduate from here, you must reach level 20 and obtain a second soul ring."

Old Jack glanced back at Lu Feng and Tang San, his eyes filled with satisfaction. In his opinion, with their talent, reaching level 20 wouldn't be difficult.

"However, the intermediate academy will not help students hunt for spirit rings. To obtain a second spirit ring, you must rely on your own strength to hunt spirit beasts."

After saying that, old Jack sighed.

It's incredibly difficult for an ordinary Soul Master to become a powerful figure!

Cultivation resources, family influence, and growth environment. Falling behind even once leads to falling behind at every step!

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

Upon hearing this, Old Jack smiled wryly and said, "Advanced academies are even more difficult; they're simply not something we commoners can even consider."

Lu Feng had opened his eyes at some point and was listening intently to Old Jack's words.

To be honest, when he watched Douluo Continent, he only cared about the Soul Master competition and how the protagonist showed off.

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

He also knew very little about the customs and culture of mainland China.

Besides, novels are, after all, fictional. He lives in a real world now.

Along the way, old Jack kept explaining things about the Soul Master Academy to the two of them. Every now and then, he would interject some interesting stories from his youth.

The journey from Holy Soul Village to Nottingham City wasn't far, especially since the three of them were traveling in an oxcart. Before noon, they had already arrived at the city gate.

This wasn't Lu Feng's first time in Notting City. Back when he was a hunter, he had come here several times with a caravan of vegetable sellers.

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

The entire city of Nottingham is paved with marble, making it very smooth. The streets are bustling with people.

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

The academy looked extremely luxurious, with a tall archway nearly ten meters high, constructed from solid rock. Below were two iron gates, which Tang San immediately recognized as being made of the finest iron.

"If we take these two large doors apart, we can make a lot of hidden weapons!"

Tang San stared at the dark gate, his eyes shining.

"What are you doing! Is this a place for country bumpkins like you? Get out!" The young man guarding the gate shouted at Tang San, who was engrossed in the moment.

Tang San was startled awake by the young man's voice and came to his senses. Thinking about his appearance just now, he suddenly felt a surge of heat rush to his brain.

His face flushed slightly as he looked up at the young man, a hint of hostility flashing in his eyes.

"What are you glaring at me for! I'm talking to you!"

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

Seeing this, Old Jack quickly smiled apologetically and said, "Young man, we are from Holy Soul Village. These two children are our village's work-study students this year."

The gatekeeper frowned, and said somewhat sarcastically, "Work-study students? The academy hasn't had any work-study students for many years. You're not imposters, are you? Do you have proof of your martial spirit?"

The young people's attitude was so bad that there were actually people who pretended to be work-study students to work at the college before.

After all, you can earn ten copper soul coins every day just by sweeping the floor in the academy!

This is much better than working outside.

A flash of anger crossed Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the two men's credentials, handing them to the doorman.

"Hahaha, Blue Silver Grass? Innate full soul power? What rubbish! If you're going to forge something, at least make it look convincing." The gatekeeper waved the certificate in his hand, both angry and amused.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Holy Soul Village? It's more like a beggar's village!"

"What did you say?" Old Jack's expression changed upon hearing this. He took a step forward and glared angrily at the gatekeeper.

Holy Soul Village was his greatest pride, and he would never allow anyone to tarnish it.

Tang San narrowed his eyes, his face grim. He slightly raised his right hand and released the safety from his sleeve arrow.

"Hmph, you're getting angry now that I've exposed you? I've been a doorman at the academy for four years, and I've never heard of a student with innate full soul power. Let me see how you fabricated this other proof."

"Martial Soul Body, Innate," the doorman said, abruptly stopping halfway through.

On Lu Feng's certificate, a golden seal gleamed in the sunlight.

"Martial Spirit Hall, Youth League Reserve!" The young man's eyes widened as he looked at the stamp on the certificate.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Despite the cool autumn weather, the young man felt as if he were in a furnace.

It's easy to fake a martial soul certificate; all you need is a soul master to help you simulate a soul power seal.

However, if the seal of the Spirit Hall is found to be fake, it will cost you your head!

"This...this..."

"Oh no, I've offended two future Soul Masters!"

The young man stood there, stunned, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, and for a moment he couldn't say a word.

"Old man, I'm so sorry. I was so blind to your worth. I hope you can forgive me," the young man said with difficulty.

"Hmph!" Old Jack snorted, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction.

However, old Jack did not reply, after all, what the young man had just said had touched the softest spot in his heart.

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

In Tang San's view, the young man had insulted his martial spirit and was already courting death!

If the young man had apologized a few seconds later, an arrow would have been stuck in his throat!

"Hmph, our village chief is magnanimous. I'll let you off this time. Remember to keep your eyes open next time."

Seeing the young man's pale face and restless posture, Lu Feng waved his hand, signaling him to stand aside.

The young man was indeed at fault, but it wasn't a major one, and Lu Feng had no interest in making things difficult for an ordinary person.

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

Just as Lu Feng stepped into the school gate, a ball of white light fell out:

Found 1 white special attribute [Faith] fragment (1/1)

(End of this chapter)