Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"Dean, I..."

Wang Teng opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He was indeed ready to leave Soto, and he was indeed uncertain about the future.

However, this sudden promise, like a pebble thrown into the center of a lake, created ripples in his heart.

Don't be too quick to be moved.

Flander waved his hand, reverting to his lazy demeanor.

"Special admission is just giving you an opportunity. Once you're in the academy, you'll suffer just as much as you're supposed to, and you won't escape the beatings you're supposed to get."

Shrek Academy doesn't support idlers, much less useless people.

Whether you can stay or not depends on yourself.

After saying that, Flander's tone softened slightly: "You played pretty well today."

"Remember this feeling: if your level is not high enough, make up for it with your brain; if your soul power is insufficient, make up for it with tactics."

"In short, the path of a Soul Master is long, so don't keep focusing on the few levels of Soul Power you have right now."

Wang Teng took a deep breath and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, Dean, I will remember."

"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense."

Flander turned around and gave Ma Hongjun a playful kick in the backside, urging, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go find Shao Xin to treat your injuries!"

If your leg keeps bleeding, you won't get any chicken drumsticks tonight!

"Oh dear! I'm going right now!"

Ma Hongjun let out a wail, ignoring the pain, and turned to run towards the kitchen. After taking a couple of steps, he turned back and shouted, "Wang Teng! Goodbye!"

"Next time we meet, I won't be so easily defeated!"

"Goodbye."

Wang Teng smiled and waved.

Oscar and Dai Mubai also stepped forward.

Oscar patted Wang Teng on the shoulder and said, "Take care. If you ever come to Soto City again, remember to come and find us."

Dai Mubai simply nodded as a farewell.

Wang Teng responded to each question, then bowed to Flander again before turning and walking toward the academy gate.

The morning sunlight cast a long shadow of his, which fell on the compacted earth and swayed gently with each step.

As Wang Teng stepped out of the creaking wooden door, he glanced back.

On the playground, Flander was talking to Oscar with his hands behind his back.

Smoke was billowing from the kitchen chimney in the distance.

Further away, under the eaves of the kitchen, Teacher Shao Xin seemed to glance in their direction and nod slightly.

Wang Teng nodded, then turned around and never looked back.

Outside the school gate, the horse-drawn carriage waited quietly by the roadside.

Wang Sheng was sitting on the carriage shaft, idly stroking the horse's tail. As soon as he saw him come out, he jumped off the carriage and asked, "Why did it take so long?"

"Saying goodbye, and by the way... playing one last match."

Wang Teng smiled and climbed onto the carriage.

"Did you win or lose?"

"I guess you could say we won."

What does "consider" mean?

Wang Sheng muttered to himself, then sat back down on the carriage shaft and said to the driver, "Master, let's go to Tiger King Village."

The driver gave a shout, and the whip cracked softly.

The wheels rolled over the dirt road, raising a fine cloud of dust.

The simple gate of Shrek Academy gradually shrank in view, eventually disappearing around the bend in the road.

Wang Teng leaned against the carriage wall and closed his eyes.

Every detail of the battle flashed through my mind: Flander's expression when he said "special recruitment," Ma Hongjun's grimacing face, and Teacher Shao Xin's words, "Accept your ordinariness."

"I don't want to think about it anymore. Everyone is different. What others say is just their experience. In the end, I still have to walk my own path."

The carriage bumped along as it headed home.

Soto recedes into the distance, and familiar scenery unfolds on both sides.

The wind blew in through the car window, carrying the scent of the fields.

Wang Teng lay down in the carriage and closed his eyes to meditate.

The driver hummed an unknown tune in front of him.

The whip occasionally cracked crisply in the air.

The carriage moved slowly and steadily along the dirt road, the sound of its wheels rolling over gravel monotonously and regularly.

Inside the carriage, Wang Teng and Wang Sheng sat facing each other, each with their eyes closed in meditation, trying to use the time of the journey to consolidate their cultivation.

The carriage swayed slightly with the undulations of the road, and the afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting shimmering spots of light on the two people's faces.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't act immediately, but first looked outside through the gap in the carriage curtain.

The fields, the woods, and the occasional farmhouse passing by—the scenery is gradually becoming familiar.

I'm getting closer and closer to home.

Wang Teng turned his head and looked at Wang Sheng opposite him.

The elder brother remained immersed in meditation, his breathing even and deep.

Wang Teng hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "Big Brother."

Wang Sheng's eyelids twitched, he opened his eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

How much money do we have left?

Wang Teng's question came as a surprise.

Wang Sheng paused for a moment, then began to think seriously.

He started counting on his fingers, one item at a time.

"In the past two years, we have fought about two hundred matches in the Great Soul Arena."

"The win rate is about 80%. All told, the money I won directly from the Soul Arena is about 1,600 gold soul coins."

Wang Sheng paused at this point, then continued, "However, we spent a lot of money on medical treatment for our injuries, as well as on medicine, ointments, and supplements. All of that costs money."

"This part cost about eight hundred gold soul coins in total."

"So from the Soul Fighting segment, I made a net profit of about eight hundred."

“We also have daily expenses and subsidies from the Spirit Hall.”

Wang Teng reminded him.

"Oh, right, there are also daily expenses and subsidies."

Wang Sheng patted his forehead and continued, "Food, rent, your training herbs, and the Soul Master subsidy you received from the Spirit Hall..."

"All sorts of miscellaneous things added together..."

After a moment's thought, Wang Sheng gave the final figure: "We should still have 750 to 800 gold soul coins in hand."

After saying that, Wang Sheng looked at his younger brother: "Why are you suddenly asking this? Do you need the money?"

Wang Teng did not answer immediately.

He leaned against the carriage wall, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees as he quickly calculated in his mind.

According to Wang Teng's memory, at this time, the true effects of whale glue were not yet widely recognized by soul masters on the mainland.

"Therefore, seven hundred and fifty gold soul coins..."

"That's enough to buy about two pieces of Millennium Whale Glue."

Chapter 81 Brothers Return Home

"If there's a discount, I might be able to buy even more whale glue."

In the original novel, Tang San later encountered an auction of Thousand-Year Whale Glue in Hanhai City, with a price ranging from approximately one hundred to three hundred Gold Soul Coins.

However, since Hanhai City is located by the sea, whale glue is relatively easy to obtain there.

Therefore, the price may be even lower.

Now that Wang Teng is located inland, where things are scarce and therefore valuable, the price of whale glue here is probably even higher.

Even if the price is high, with Wang Teng's savings, he should still have enough to buy one or two pieces of whale glue of thousand-year quality.

"Little brother?"

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Wang Sheng waved his hand in front of him.

Wang Teng snapped out of his daze, sat up straight, and replied, "Brother, I'd like to buy some whale glue."

"I forgot about this when I was in Soto City, and I just suddenly remembered it."

"Whale glue?"

Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then his expression became somewhat strange.

"What are you buying that for? I heard... it's not for..."

Wang Sheng didn't finish speaking, but Wang Teng understood what he meant.

In many people's minds, whale glue is nothing more than a fun toy.