Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

He meticulously organized and digested countless obscure theories, vast amounts of data, and hidden records, integrating them into his own cognitive system.

Today, the last notebook on the research of the fragments of ancient soul tools of the Star Luo Empire was closed, marking that this branch library held no more secrets for him.

"It's time to go."

Lin Wan murmured to herself, her sea-blue eyes gazing out the window at the distant sky, where a wider world lay.

He had already briefly mentioned his plan to leave Tianshuang City in his previous letter to Lin Zao.

Lin Zao's reply was still brief, consisting of only "Understood, best wishes," and nothing more.

As for Hanbei Village, that little village that gave him his first warmth.

Lin Wan would go back every holiday in the past.

He did not display his current power, but used the knowledge he had learned, combined with the gold soul coins he obtained from the system lottery, to help the village improve its crop cultivation methods, guide them to identify some low-value herbs to exchange for meager income, and strengthen the village's defenses.

Over the years, Hanbei Village is no longer the poor and desolate village it once was. Although it is still remote, the villagers' faces are now glowing with hope, and their houses are much more sturdy.

Old Drews was still in good health. Every time Lin Wan returned, he would smile from ear to ear, his eyes filled with pride and satisfaction.

Lin Wan had done his best to repay that kindness, and there were no longer many lingering attachments to that place for him.

He stood up and began to tidy his desk in an orderly manner.

He returned the borrowed books to their original places one by one, and carefully put several thick notebooks into a spatial soul tool, one of the items he obtained through a reputation point lottery.

After doing all this, Lin Wan walked out of the library.

He also needed to say goodbye to Moraki, as was the basic courtesy.

As for Lin Wan's soul power level?

He has now reached level thirty-five, but he has never shown it to outsiders.

Because of the disguise card, he only kept his soul power level at level 10, which was just enough for him to graduate from the academy, and his soul ring was also disguised as a yellow hundred-year soul ring.

Disguising it as a hundred-year-old soul ring was the result of Lin Wan's thinking. After all, everyone in the academy knew that he was on good terms with the Spirit Hall, and no one would suspect him.

The door to Moraki's office was ajar, and Lin Wan knocked gently.

"Come in."

Lin Wan pushed open the door and entered.

Moraki was sitting behind a large desk working on files, his deep purple deacon robes giving him an imposing air.

Six years have passed, and time seems to have left few marks on his face, only his eyes have become more profound and unfathomable.

Upon seeing Lin Wan, Moraki put down his pen and a formulaic, gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, it's Lin Wan. Is there something you need, Ding?"

His gaze swept over Lin Wan, carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny.

The young man before him was becoming increasingly stunning in appearance and demeanor, making him somewhat smitten.

"Yes, Lord Moraki."

Lin Wan bowed slightly, her attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

"Thank you for your care over the years, sir, which has allowed me to read books in the library. I have come today to bid you farewell."

"Oh? You're leaving?"

Moraki seemed unsurprised, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

"Where are you planning to go? Back to Hanbei Village?"

"It's not decided yet," Lin Wan replied.

"The world is vast, and I want to travel and see it all. Perhaps I'll gain some experience."

"Experience?" Moraki raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of concern that was hard to discern as genuine.

"Given your situation, you need to be extremely careful while you are alone abroad."

Chapter 40 Tang San and Cinderella

“Thank you for reminding me, sir. I will.” Lin Wanping replied calmly.

Moraki looked into Lin Wan's calm blue eyes and felt a little strange, but he didn't think about it too much.

He pondered for a moment, then took out a silver token engraved with the Spirit Hall's sword and hammer emblem from a drawer and pushed it in front of Lin Wan.

“Take this. This is a Friend's Token from the Spirit Hall. It's not a high-ranking token, but if you encounter Spirit Hall personnel in the local area, showing this token can get you some assistance. It's also a small token of our appreciation for your friend Lin Zao,” Moraki said.

This was both a gesture of goodwill and a test. He wanted to see if Lin Wan would actually be sensible enough to mention him in her letter to Lin Zao.

Lin Wan's gaze swept over the token, and she understood.

He reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing across the smooth surface of the token before putting it away, a grateful smile on his face.

"Thank you for your kind gift, sir. I will remember your kindness."

Lin Wan didn't mention Lin Zao, but the four words "keep in mind" were enough to satisfy Moraki.

"Hmm." Moraki nodded, saying no more. "Go, have a safe journey."

"Thank you, sir. I'll take my leave now."

Lin Wan bowed again, turned around and left the office.

The moment the door closed, a knowing glint flashed in the depths of his deep sea blue eyes.

Friend order?

Rather than making things convenient for Lin Wanxing, it was more about finding out his whereabouts.

In recent years, in order to maintain his relationship with Lin Zao, Moraki had invited Lin Wan to join the Spirit Hall of Tianshuang City, but Lin Wan refused.

Lin Wan's reason was that she wanted to go out and see the world.

Moraki expressed his understanding, saying that young people all want to go out and travel.

Lin Wan stepped out of the gate of the Martial Soul Point, the sunlight shining on her, carrying a faint warmth.

Tian Shuang City remained bustling, with its streets teeming with traffic. Lin Wan stood on the steps, her silver hair swaying gently in the breeze, attracting countless admiring or inquisitive glances.

……

Holy Soul Village, south of Notting City, Fasno Province, in the Heavenly Dou Empire.

As dawn broke, a figure gracefully made its way up the mountain.

She was a girl with long, golden hair that reached her waist. Although her face still had a touch of youthful innocence, it already revealed stunning beauty.

This is Cinderella, who was adopted by Tang Hao and now lives with Tang San in Holy Soul Village.

"Cindy, so early, are you going to call your mistress for dinner?"

At the village entrance, old Village Chief Jack, who was stretching his muscles, saw her and a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He always took special care of Tang Hao's two sensible children who were so endearing.

“Yes, Grandpa Jack. Little San has run off to the mountain again. I have to go and drag him back for dinner.” Cinderella stopped and returned a sweet smile.

"Sigh..." Old Jack couldn't help but shake his head and sigh upon hearing this, his white beard trembling.

"That guy Tang Hao, really... sigh!"

He didn't say the rest aloud, but everyone understood what he meant.

A father who spends his days surrounded by bottles of alcohol and lives a life of aimless drifting has such well-behaved and sensible children as Cindy and Xiao San.

It always brings a sense of melancholy.

Tang San was currently cultivating on a flat boulder at the top of the mountain.

He sat cross-legged, his palms facing the sky. In the eastern sky, a faint purple hue was quietly emerging, which he carefully guided into his eyes and integrated into the Xuan Tian Gong within his body.

This is the Tang Sect's ultimate skill, the Purple Extreme Demon Eye.

Cinderella was fully aware of this. Years ago, she had already used the prophetic advantage given to her by Lin Wan and her unparalleled sisterly charisma to completely manipulate this secretive little brother into becoming her number one sister-obsessed brother.

The process... well, it went quite smoothly.

One day, Tang San mysteriously took out the manuals for the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Purple Demon Eye, claiming that he had found them under a cliff.

Cinderella looked at Tang San's unpredictable and flawed demeanor, and simply blinked her pure and innocent blue eyes, revealing just the right amount of surprise and admiration.

"Wow! You're amazing, mistress! You even managed to find something so incredible!" She didn't bother to investigate further.

This greatly relieved Tang San, who was already feeling guilty, and at the same time, a sense of satisfaction from showing off his success in front of his sister welled up within him.

He imparted all his skills to me without hesitation.

Cinderella naturally also cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Purple Demon Eye.

Thanks to the natural talent of a fairy tale protagonist, her progress was not much slower than Tang San's, who trained day and night.

However, she was very clear-headed and knew that before her martial soul awakened, the limit of her soul power cultivation was reaching the first level of the Xuan Tian Gong. No matter how hard she tried, she would hardly make any progress.

Therefore, unlike Tang San, she didn't diligently cultivate every day without fail; instead, she focused more on reviewing her lessons and maintaining her current state.

……

Six years ago, Tang Hao brought Cinderella and the others to Nottingham Village and settled down.

For the first few months, Tang Hao still had a sliver of clarity and struggled to take care of his two crying babies. Although he was incredibly clumsy and overwhelmed, he at least managed to keep them from starving or freezing to death.

However, once Cinderella and Tang San gained the ability to take care of themselves, the taut string in Tang Hao's heart seemed to snap instantly.

He began to indulge in alcohol, living in a daze every day, either drinking or sleeping.

Tang San and Cinderella not only had to take care of themselves, but also Tang Hao.

Over the years, Cindy has perfectly played the role of both an older sister and a mother, saying ambiguous things to Tang San every day, such as:

“Little San, look, Daddy is drunk again today… Does he not like us anymore? But it’s okay, your sister will always love you, and your sister will always be with you.”

"Little sister, in this world, the two of us are the closest people to you. Besides your sister, who else would care for you like this?"

"The mistress is amazing! Without her looking after me, I don't know what I would do..."

Day after day, year after year.

Under Cinderella's guidance, Tang San's heart, which had been closed off due to his past life experiences and desperately craved family affection and recognition, was firmly grasped in Cinderella's hands.

For Tang San, Cinderella was his only light in this world, the most important person to him, and someone he was willing to give everything to protect.

And Tang Hao?

He was just an incompetent alcoholic father who gave him life but never truly cared for him, and who only wallowed in his own pain.

In Tang San's heart, his status was far inferior to that of Cinderella.

Naturally, Tang San became a complete sister-obsessed person.

On weekdays, he would get up early, prepare a simple breakfast, carefully serve it to Cinderella, watch her eat it, and then pick up his chopsticks.

He took care of all the housework, never letting Cinderella lift a finger.

Cinderella only needs to be beautiful and occasionally give Tang San some loving encouragement.

Chapter 41 Awakening of the Martial Soul in Holy Soul Village

Cinderella had just reached the halfway point when she saw a small figure, like an agile ape, leap lightly down from the thin mist at the mountaintop and land steadily in front of her.

It was Tang San.

Six-year-old Tang San was slightly thinner than his peers, but he was extremely agile and nimble.

She wore faded old clothes, had a delicate face, but her eyes held a composure and restraint far beyond her years.

But at this moment, those eyes, which were always calm, were instantly filled with pure dependence and joy the instant they saw Cinderella.

"sister!"

Tang San strode forward and naturally took Cinderella's hand. Her hand was slightly cool to the touch. He frowned slightly. "The dew on the mountain is heavy. Why did you come up here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home?"

His tone revealed undisguised concern and a complete lack of agreement.

Cinderella let him hold her hand, her azure eyes crinkling with a smile as she reached out to brush the dewdrops from Tang San's hair.

"Hey, you little brat, you're telling me what to do now? Don't forget today is a big day. The Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony is being held at the Village Martial Soul Hall. I can't let you, this cultivation maniac, ruin it."