"Time's up!" the tester uttered in a rather strange voice."When!" The last strike ended, Tang Wulin's twin hammers retracted, two streaks of black light flashed and disappeared into the Silver Ring at...Please collect, please recommend votes.

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Tang Ziran and Lang Yue were completely full, with almost all the dishes on the table swept away by their son's appetite. Even so, Tang Wulin still had some unfinished business.

"Son, is this the legendary thing about turning grief into appetite" After all the food was inside Tang Wulin's belly and Lang Yue had sternly stopped him from eating anything else, Tang Ziran finally couldn't help but say.

Tang Wulin looked at his father with confusion, "Why should I be indignant Father."

Tang San said: "Son, father was just about to ask you, are you going to attend the Soul Master class, or should father transfer you to the regular class"

Tang Wulin said, "Of course, I'm going to join the Soul Master class! I want to become a Soul Master!"

Tang Ziran said seriously: “Your Martial Spirit is Blue Silver Grass. Although there are stories about the founding ancestor of Tang Sect, Blue Silver Grass, as the most common Martial Spirit, will be very difficult to cultivate. You will encounter many difficulties. Do you really want to continue on this path”

“Hmm! I want to become a Soul Master. If I become a Soul Master, I can earn a lot of money and buy lots of delicious food for my parents.” Tang Wulin’s childish words caused Lan Yue beside him to have red eyes. This child had always been particularly well-behaved and understanding.

"Good." Tang Ziran nodded, "Since you've made your decision, both Dad and Mom will support you. And even if you regret it later, just tell Dad and he can help you transfer classes again. Son, remember, your parents have never wanted you to be a dragon or a phoenix. As long as you are happy and carefree, we are satisfied. In our hearts, nothing is more important than this, do you understand"

Tang Wulin chuckled, "I'm very happy right now!"

Besides eating more, Tang Wulin seemed to be sleeping much more than usual, falling asleep early.

Early in the morning, just as it was getting light, he was called up by his father. Today was his enrollment day; he would officially be entering Red Mountain Academy, and more importantly, the Soul Master class, beginning at least nine years of study ahead of him.

According to the regulations of the Solar Federation, primary and secondary academies are free mandatory education. Primary academy lasts for three years, and secondary academy lasts for six years. There are several ways to advance to higher academies: either by excellent academic performance or by spending a large sum of money. Alternatively, one can also attend specialized vocational schools to learn a trade.

Tang Ziran sent Tang Wulin to the academy gate before leaving. The academy was very close to home, so he instructed his son to go home directly after school and go to work.

The Soul Master Class had a dedicated teacher waiting at the front of the academy to pick up students, their treatment was obviously much better than that of the ordinary class.

Ordinary classes only conduct normal cultural education, while Soul Master classes, in addition to that, teach these students who already possess soul power how to become a Soul Master and the knowledge of Soul Masters, preparing them for their future entry into middle academies.

This year's Soul Master class only has fifteen students. There are too few children who awaken their martial spirits and possess soul power, especially in a city like Ao Lai. This year's class is considered relatively large.

"Hey, what's your spirit" a short, chubby boy sidled up to Tang Wulin and asked.

As they were all the same age, they were all filled with curiosity about their upcoming journey as Soul Masters.

Tang Wulin proudly declared, "It's the same Blue Silver Grass as the founder of the Tang Sect." As he spoke, his right hand flipped over, and blue light surged in his palm. One by one, strands of Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm. What he didn't notice was that these Blue Silver Grasses were slightly different from yesterday. At their root base, there was a faint trace of gold, so subtle that it was impossible to detect unless you looked closely.

"Thousands—" The fat man sneered, "Silver Grass What a useless martial spirit." He finished his sentence and turned to leave.

Tang Wulin said somewhat unconvinced, "What about you What's your martial soul"

The fat man snorted, waved his right hand, and a cold light flashed. A short blade appeared in his hand, "See, my martial soul is a sword. If I can cultivate to the title Douluo in the future, I will be called the Sword God Douluo. My current soul power level is five. With these few Blue Silver Grasses, I can chop them into pieces at will."

Looking at the short dagger in someone else's hand and then at the Blue Silver Grass in his own palm, Tang Wulin suddenly remembered what his father had said last night.

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Is it really that difficult to cultivate into a soul master with the Blue Silver Grass

The other students also proudly displayed their own martial spirits, each with its unique characteristics. But no matter what kind of martial spirit it was, at least it was much better than his Blue Silver Grass. Because his martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass, the groups of students who had gathered together ignored him completely.

I will definitely become a Soul Master! Tang Wulin clenched his fists.

"Hello everyone, I am your head teacher, Lin Ximeng. Over the next three years, I will be teaching you the basics of soul masters. Now, please introduce yourselves. Tell me your names, your martial souls, and your initial soul power levels."

There were only fifteen students, so the introductions went by quickly. When Lin Ximeng heard Tang Wulin introduce his spirit as a Blue Silver Grass, she couldn't help but be stunned. The other students burst into laughter.

Tang Wulin's face flushed red, a fire seemed to burn in his heart. Dad, is this your difficulty

Lin Ximeng quickly returned to normal, smiling slightly: "This is your first class. First, I'll introduce you to the classification of martial souls, and this afternoon we will guide you through a basic meditation session. Meditation is the only way to train and enhance your soul power. If you want to become true Soul Masters, you must work hard."

As everyone knows, in our world, everyone has their own soul. Soul awakens at the age of six and can be anything. Those with a companioning spirit power can become soul masters through cultivation, just like you. So, what are the classifications of souls

"First, martial souls are divided into two categories: weapon martial souls and beast martial souls. Those manifested as living beings are beast martial souls. Those manifested as non-living entities are weapon martial souls. Through cultivation of soul power to enhance one's martial soul, when the soul power level breaks through level ten, one can officially become a Soul Master."

"Soul Masters are divided into two major categories: War Soul Masters and Tool Soul Masters. Those who cultivate their Martial Souls for the purpose of combat are War Soul Masters, while those who cultivate their Martial Souls for non-combat purposes are Tool Soul Masters. Both Martial Souls and Soul Masters have many classifications..."

Listening to Lan Xi Meng's explanation of the classification of martial souls and soul masters, Tang Wulin's resentment gradually dissipated. He had always been curious about the profession of a soul master, and this knowledge was like a magnificent world opening a brand new door to him. unable to utilize the power of the planes. 。The blood legion's soldiers, after a moment of stunned cries, their cries transformed into cheers unlike anything ever heard before. 。Cheers erupted like...