Chapter 1 "Master" Yu Xiaogang
Tiandou Empire, Notting City, Notting College.

In the corner room on the top floor of the dormitory building, a child of seven or eight years old sat quietly in front of an old wooden table, flipping through a thick, torn book attentively.

"The legendary God King Tang San will probably report to the academy in the next few days."

Wow.

Xiao Xian turned another page of the book in front of him.

His young face was quite calm, with no expression at all.

It has been seven years since I traveled through time.

He has long been accustomed to this strange world.

Douluo Continent.

There is no gorgeous magic here, what there is, is just a martial spirit that has grown to its peak... or perhaps not to that peak.

Everyone can awaken their martial spirit when they reach the age of six.

Some people are wolves, some are tigers, some are grass, and some are hammers.

The grass and hammer appeared outside the body, which were weapon spirits.

Wolves, tigers and the like, fused with humans to become one, are beast spirits.

As long as the soul power is detected when the martial soul is awakened, you can practice it.

Become a superior person among the billions of civilians in Douluo Continent.

Xiao Xian is really amazing.

The martial spirit he awakened was that of a dog.

A dog with long lavender hair appeared outside the body.

When it appeared, it was half a meter long and half a meter wide.

According to the classification, Xiao Xian awakened a beast spirit, but it did not merge with his own body, which showed that he was special.

Soul power is even more powerful.

A full half level.

Such talent is far ahead of one ten-thousandth of the soul masters in the entire Douluo Continent. If ranked, he would definitely be in the top 99.999 percent.

In this way, his existence is one in a million.

"Although his talent is poor, everything is still going as planned. We are just waiting for Tang San... to enroll in school."

Xiao Xian had a blank expression on his face, and he gently raised his left hand on the table.

A faint suction force appeared from the palm of my left hand.

call.

In the room with the doors and windows closed, it seemed as if wind was blowing out of nowhere.

Wow.

The tattered book in front of Xiao Xian was blown by the wind and actually turned a page.

"..."

He continued to read a few more pages of the old book.

The sunlight by the window dimmed for a moment, then brightened again.

Xiao Xian raised his head and looked towards the door.

After a while.

A creak.

A middle-aged man with ordinary looks, hair parted in the middle, and a somewhat decadent temperament, pushed open the door.

He stood at the door, and his first glance fell on the old book in front of Xiao Xian, which had been turned many pages.

There seemed to be some relief on his stiff face.

"Teacher." Xiao Xian closed the book, stood up, and looked at the middle-aged man with a well-behaved look of a seven-year-old child on his face.

"Xiao Xian, sit down and eat first. If there's anything you don't understand in the book, I'll tell you after dinner."

The middle-aged man pressed his right hand down, took a few steps forward, took out two oil-paper bags from his arms, and placed them on the table.

"Yes, thank you, teacher." Xiao Xian pushed the book aside and opened one of the smaller oil paper packages. A familiar aroma of chicken legs wafted out.

Inside the oil paper package are two hot chicken legs and two hot steamed buns.

The middle-aged man is naturally the famous waste in the Douluo World, "Master" Yu Xiaogang.

"Where's Xiaojue?"

The master pulled up a chair and sat down, asking.

Xiao Xian had already taken a bite of the chicken leg, his mouth full of meaty aroma and juice, and he didn't reply.

He just pointed outside the door.

"Woo!"

A sturdy creature with lavender hair all over its body squeezed in from outside the door, making a "wooo" sound towards the master, looking excited and impatient.

"Eat, eat. Of course, I brought some for you, too."

The master picked up another oil paper package on the table and opened it with a few deft movements. Inside were four chicken legs and two pieces of meat that looked like chicken breasts but were a little different. The master placed the chicken legs and meat on a large white plate on the floor, wiped his hands, and sat down again.

His eyes naturally fell on the lavender creature that was feasting on the food.

It looks very much like a dog, nearly one meter long, with a waist circumference of about the same size. At first glance, it looks like a pig.

However, although he is fat, he is very agile.

Its entire body was covered in lavender hair that almost reached the ground, its two small ears drooped, and there was a bump on the top of its head. Its eyes were dark blue and looked a bit fierce.

The master's eyes were fixed on it.

There was some emotion in his eyes, and even some disbelief in them.

No.

Or.

The master's gaze was not fixed on it.

Instead, he stared at the yellow halo that was floating gently on its body!

This yellow halo has another name in Douluo Continent.

Soul ring.

This is a hundred-year-old yellow soul ring!
After Xiao Xian took a few bites of chicken thighs to satisfy his craving, he began to chew slowly.

The big purple-haired dog on the ground that looks like a pig is, of course, Xiao Xian’s martial soul, and its name is “Xiao Jue”.

The yellow halo on its body is naturally Xiao Xian’s first soul ring.

He is over seven years old.

With the innate talent of half-level soul power, he successfully became a first-ring combat soul master in just one and a half years.

As an orphan.

All this, of course, is thanks to the master.

Although the master himself is a waste, his resources, his connections, and even his status are absolutely top-notch.

To Xiao Xian now, there is no soul master who is easier to fool and exploit than the master.

At least without the master's money, he and Xiaojue could not eat enough "nutritious" food.

Without the master's prescription from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, he couldn't do the medicinal bath and body training once a week.

Without the advanced soul power meditation method that the master got from somewhere, it would have been impossible for him to perfect Xiaojue's soul power meditation route and allow him to cultivate so quickly.

Without the master's theoretical knowledge of soul beasts from the Spirit Hall and his family, he would not be able to carefully select this soul ring and pave the way for his subsequent plans.

Without the master's Spirit Hall token, he could not enter the heavily guarded Soul Hunting Forest.

Without the master's friend, the dean of Notting College, who was a 42nd level soul master, he would not be able to obtain the soul ring of the 400-year-old Sunlight Blood Dragon Vine even if he planned well. A seven-year-old child would have a hard time facing an ordinary wolfdog, let alone a 400-year-old soul beast.

Although this four-hundred-year soul ring made Xiaojue, who had finally lost weight, gain weight again.

However, this price is obviously nothing compared to the growth in strength.

Although the master himself is a loser, he has given so much.

And, most importantly, the master is about to accept another disciple.

Tang San.

"Teacher, I'm done eating." Xiao Xian wiped his mouth, tidied up the table, took out an old book beside him and opened it again.

"Well, okay. Have another glass of water and take a rest, we'll start later." The master was still staring blankly at the soul ring on Xiaojue's body.

"Then I'll read for a while."

The master looked at the soul ring on Xiaojue, but then retracted his gaze.

His gaze fell on Xiao Xian again.

He still found it hard to imagine how six-year-old Xiao Xian found him and convinced him more than a year ago.

But he could never forget that little figure and that childish yet firm voice.

"We are the only summoning spirit masters in the continent for thousands of years..."

"Since the martial soul can leave the body and has intelligence, why can't the martial soul be allowed to cultivate on its own?"

"A normal person can only meditate for one night. If they meditate for more than that, they will lose their energy. But what about a martial soul?"

"Is it using my spirit? If so, then while it cultivates, I sleep and rest. Wouldn't it be able to cultivate all the time?"

"If not, if I practice and it practices as well, wouldn't it be able to practice at double the speed?"

At first, facing Xiao Xian's words, the master was a little disdainful, even impatient as usual, and prepared to leave.

But the more I listen.

He became more serious.

Until the six-year-old Xiao Xian summoned his own martial soul and let the martial soul meditate in front of him...

He was almost completely dumbfounded.

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(End of this chapter)