Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Clay, the Creator of All Things

This kind of cultivation, combined with the earth-mimicking cultivation method of burying the clay martial soul in the ground, plus the nutritional supplementation from the meat of soul beasts.

It's easy to explain why Lu Yan was able to increase his soul power by one level in just over two months.

Lu Yan even felt that this speed was actually too slow.

"Perhaps in the future, with the improvement of the quality of martial spirits and the growth of spiritual power through this 'open source' method, one's cultivation speed will also be able to increase."

"But I'm still a little unwilling. If only I had studied meridian theory in my past life..."

"It's obvious that the clay martial soul is related to the spleen meridian."

"Sigh, we can only wait and see what changes will occur in the soul power channel if the quality of the martial soul improves after the first soul ring is added. We'll study it then."

With this in mind, Lu Yan began his daily practice of controlling his clay martial soul.

The clay martial spirit in Lu Yan's hand began to slowly wriggle and deform as if it were alive, gradually turning into a round sphere.

Then, under Lu Yan's control, it slowly transformed into a cube.

Next came cuboids, cylinders, cones, and various other plaster shapes that Lu Yan was extremely familiar with.

With practice, Lu Yan began to accelerate the overall shaping process.

He hoped to achieve instantaneous shaping, but that was clearly difficult.

Half an hour later, Lu Yan flicked his right hand and slapped the clay martial spirit against the wall more than two meters away.

With a "smack," the clay spirit, now shaped like a small pancake, stuck to the wall.

The next step is to practice shaping from a distance.

The clay spirit, shaped like a small pancake, began to slowly wriggle on the wall.

Another hour passed. Lu Yan shook his somewhat dizzy head and, after sensing the little soul power left in his body, collapsed onto the bed.

"It's not bad so far. The optimal control distance is about one meter, and the control time can be maintained for more than three hours."

"As the distance increases, the mental and soul power consumed also increases along with the difficulty. The current limit is estimated to be around three meters."

After briefly summarizing today's practice, Lu Yan reluctantly went to bed.

To outsiders, his cultivation might seem extremely arduous, but Lu Yan found joy in it.

Especially when practicing clay sculpting, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment every time I sculpt a clay figure.

Just like when I was learning to paint or playing games in my past life, it was captivating.

Lu Yan was looking forward to the day when he could instantly reshape his body.

Perhaps at that time, he will be able to play with some interesting things, such as "movable figurines".

"Unfortunately, my control ability is still far from sufficient, and my soul power and mental power levels also need to be higher."

With that last thought, the young Lu Yan fell asleep immediately.

Chapter 4: Enrollment, Humor "Master" Yu Xiaogang

The next day, Lu Yan got up and began the same repetitive cultivation practice.

Another half month passed, and it was time for the enrollment at the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy.

Today, Lu Daguan will personally escort Lu Yan to the academy for enrollment.

Early in the morning, Lu Yan's mother, Zhang Cui, packed his clothes and then pulled him to her side, giving him a long, rambling lecture.

The general content was not much different from what Lu Yan had said when he went away to school in his previous life.

In his previous life, Lu Yan was quite impatient with such instructions, and he was facing the same situation today.

He listened attentively to his mother's nagging, occasionally chuckling in agreement.

Well, occasionally I would tease my silly little sister who was sucking her fingers, which made little Lu Ling cry loudly.

Then, he was kicked out of the room by his mother, Zhang Cui.

After the family had breakfast together, Lu Yan said goodbye to his aunt, his second aunt, his mother, and his second sister at the door.

Before leaving, he also managed to make his younger sister, Lu Ling, cry.

Amidst her second sister's angry rebuke of "Sixth Brother," he laughed heartily, waved goodbye, and boarded the carriage with his father, Lu Daguan.

The journey from Tao Tao Village to Nottingham City was not short, taking about an hour.

Then the carriage arrived at the entrance of the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, in front of that tall archway.

Lu Daguan escorted Lu Yan to the academy for enrollment, so naturally he wouldn't encounter the same difficulties as Old Jack in the original story.

The gatekeepers even recognized the Lu family's carriage and, without a second thought, wanted to let it pass directly into the academy.

Lu Daguan, however, chose to park his carriage at the entrance of the academy.

Although he was familiar with the faculty of the academy, which was also his alma mater, he was still just a nobody in Nottingham City and it was not appropriate for him to be too high-profile.

After exchanging familiar greetings with the gatekeeper, Lu Daguan led Lu Yan, who was carrying a small package, into the academy.

Instead of heading towards the registration area, they led Lu Yan directly to the dormitory for self-funded students.

In fact, two days earlier, Lu Daguan had already used his connections to complete Lu Yan's enrollment procedures and arrange a room.

All daily necessities had already been prepared; otherwise, Lu Yan wouldn't have been able to carry just a small bundle of clothes so easily.

Just as Lu Yan was observing the scenery of the academy and getting familiar with the roads of the academy with the help of Lu Daguan.

An unexpected figure came into view of Lu Yan and his son.

The man was of medium build, slightly thin, and looked to be around forty or fifty years old.

He had short black hair parted in a 3/7 ratio, a very ordinary appearance, and walked towards the two people with his hands behind his back.

He exudes a lazy and decadent aura, seemingly ordinary yet inexplicably putting on airs and displaying an arrogant demeanor.

is it you?

Yu Xiaogang, the "master" who cursed himself twice in one sentence!

Lu Yan secretly speculated in his heart, but he didn't think he would have any interaction with the other party.

After all, he wasn't a "useless martial soul" with a fully innate soul.

With only a level one innate soul power talent, although it is "half a level" higher than that of a master, how could it possibly catch the master's eye?

However, an unexpected event occurred.

Just when Lu Yan thought that he and his son were about to miss the chance to meet "Master" Yu Xiaogang.

The "master" spoke, his somewhat hoarse voice reaching their ears.

"Please wait a moment, are you students and parents enrolling today?"

Upon hearing this, the father and son had no choice but to stop.

"Indeed, may I ask what brings you here, sir? My son and I are in a hurry to check in."

Lu Daguan readily agreed, while simultaneously feigning haste to imply his rudeness.

Lu Yan glanced at Lu Daguan. Good heavens, he was just calmly introducing the academy's roads and buildings to him a moment ago.

So now they're in a rush to check in?

The check-in process was completed a couple of days ago. I'm just here today to move in with my bags and get familiar with the place.

This old man probably knows Yu Xiaogang and is familiar with the master's reputation!

"Checking in isn't urgent. Sir, could you please show me the Spirit Hall's credentials?"

Master Yu Xiaogang seemed not to understand Lu Daguan's subtext and continued speaking in his hoarse voice.

"Are you a teacher at the academy?" Lu Yan interjected, using a child's voice to break the ice.

What he actually meant was, "Who are you?"

Are you a teacher at the college? Why are you asking for proof right away?

“Teacher, I am not a teacher at the academy.” Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang glanced down at Lu Yan and said calmly.

"And who are you? We completed the enrollment process a couple of days ago, so we didn't bring the Spirit Hall's certificate."

"Sir, if there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now."

After saying that, Lu Yan turned to Lu Daguan and said, "Dad, I'm so tired, I want to rest. Let's go to the dormitory!"

As she spoke, she tugged at the small package she was carrying.

Lu Yan didn't know why he and his son were being targeted by Yu Xiaogang, but he really didn't want to have anything to do with him.

After all, anyone who has read the novel knows what kind of person Yu Xiaogang is and what his abilities are, so there's no need to put up with disgust and get along with him.

While it's true that you can get some help from him, it's unnecessary, and you don't need him.

Fortunately, I went with the flow and gave my father a helping hand.

"The child is still young and impolite. Please forgive my rudeness." After saying this to Yu Xiaogang, Lu Daguan patted Lu Yan's head, took his son's hand, and prepared to leave.

At the same time, Lu Daguan thought to himself, "My little sixth son is indeed smart since he was a child. He even knows how to cooperate with me. No wonder he was able to awaken his innate soul power."

"Wait, no rush." ​​However, Master Yu Xiaogang still blocked their way.

"Little friend, although I'm just a guest who freeloads at the academy," Yu Xiaogang said, standing with his hands behind his back.

"But everyone in the academy respectfully calls me Master. Everyone calls me that, and I have even forgotten my own name."

“Little friend, you must understand that the master’s meaning is completely different from that of the academy’s teachers.”

"You can call me Master, just like everyone else."

Yu Xiaogang rambled on and on, and Lu Yan and his son Lu Daguan couldn't help but exchange a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Lu Yan: Did I ask? He just mumbled something.

Lu Daguan: You asked.

Lu Yan: But shouldn't the key point be the sentence that didn't include proof?

Lu Daguan: Maybe he can't understand human speech?

Or is it that we haven't made our intention to ignore him clear enough?