Douluo Continent: My name is Lu Mingfei, and my martial soul is Lu Mingze.

The next morning, Lu Mingfei appeared at Old Song's training ground with a black eye.

Hyotei's punches are truly ruthless.

Old Song glanced at him but didn't ask anything.

She had gotten used to Lu Mingfei showing up every few days with all sorts of strange injuries.

Training begins at 6:00 AM and ends at 11:00 AM.

He was already used to this kind of training.

It hurts, but it really works.

Under Elder Song's high-pressure training, Lu Mingfei's physical spirit has become much stronger in terms of reaction speed and resilience.

His current strength is greater than if he had summoned ten Kamaitachi before.

After training, Lu Mingfei was covered in sweat, looking like he had been pulled out of the water.

Old Song tossed him a towel: "Go to the Soul Guidance Department this afternoon."

"Soul guidance system?"

"Yes, Qian Duoduo and Xianlin'er want to see you." Old Song glanced at him.

"Elder Mu only told a few people about what happened in the far north, but that didn't include the Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor. Qian Duoduo and Xian Lin'er are the heads of the Soul Guidance Department. They will be in charge of your formal Soul Guidance training from now on."

"It would be best if you could learn it, but don't be sad if you can't."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Although he now has four soul bones and level 30 soul power, and the Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor are stationed in the Sea of ​​Spirit, his combat power is not weak. But who would complain about having too many trump cards?

At 2 PM, Lu Mingfei appeared on time at the entrance of the Soul Guidance Department's experimental building.

Qian Duoduo and Xian Lin'er were already waiting at the door.

"Here he comes!" Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up when she saw Lu Mingfei, and she quickly walked over to greet him.

"Elder Song and Elder Mu told us about you. Four 100,000-year-old soul bones and level 30 soul power. You must have drained their coffers this trip to the far north, kid?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and chuckled.

Xian Lin'er walked up to him, looked him up and down, and her gaze lingered on the Tang sword at his waist.

"Let me see this knife."

Lu Mingfei took the Tang sword off his waist and handed it to her.

Xian Lin'er drew her sword, and a dark red light flashed in the sunlight, causing the temperature in the entire corridor to drop several degrees.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

Qian Duoduo came closer, glanced at the blade, and then touched the edge of the knife. The smile on her face faded a little.

"This knife is no ordinary weapon," he said.

"What material is it made of?" Xianlin'er asked.

Qian Duoduo shook her head, tapping the blade lightly with her finger: "I don't know. It doesn't resemble any known metal, nor does it seem to be a common material for soul tools. It's extremely hard, and its sharpness is at least enough to cut through the protective shield of a level six soul tool."

"How much did you buy this knife for?" Xianlin asked.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then gave a number.

Qian Duoduo and Xian Lin'er both looked up at him at the same time.

"How much did you say?" Qian Duoduo's eyes widened.

Lu Mingfei read it again.

Qian Duoduo gasped and turned to look at Xian Lin'er, who also looked surprised.

"Where did you get so much money, kid?" Qian Duoduo stared at Lu Mingfei, his eyes full of questions.

Lu Mingfei's mind raced.

You can't exactly say it was conjured using magic words, can you?

"Well, I found a treasure in the far north." Lu Mingfei tried his best to make his expression look sincere.

"Treasure?" Qian Duoduo raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, it's the kind of treasure buried underground, with lots of gold soul coins and gems." Lu Mingfei gestured.

"I was lucky, I dug it up."

Qian Duoduo stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly leaned closer and lowered her voice, saying, "Tell the truth, did you steal it?"

Lu Mingfei nearly choked on his own saliva: "How is that possible!"

"Let me tell you, you don't know how unsettled things have been lately while you were away," Qian Duoduo said, her expression turning serious.

"Master Xuan's money is gone, and Yan Shaozhe's money is gone too. The two of them are frantically chasing after the thief. If you really stole their money, you'd better return it as soon as possible, otherwise, if you get caught, I can't protect you."

Lu Mingfei broke out in a cold sweat down his back.

He recalled that he had used "Show me the money" five or six times along the way.

Could that money have been transferred from Elder Xuan and Yan Shaozhe?

That little bastard Lu Mingze!

Xian Lin'er rolled her eyes beside her: "Alright, Duo Duo, stop scaring the child. Elder Xuan and Yan Shaozhe are both Title Douluo. Would they let a thief steal their money? They must have spent the money on something they shouldn't have, and this is just an excuse they made up."

Qian Duoduo chuckled twice: "That makes sense. Yan Shaozhe got a real dressing down from Cai Meier last time, and the whole academy knows about it."

While the two were talking, Lu Mingfei quickly said, "Um, Uncle Qian, Sister Xian, I have to go to the Tang Clan, I'll be going now!"

Without waiting for their reply, he turned and ran.

"Hey kid, remember to come and formally start learning how to make soul tools another day!"

But Lu Mingfei was even faster than when he was being chased and beaten by Old Song on the training field earlier, and it was unclear whether he had heard her.

Qian Duoduo and Xian Lin'er watched his retreating figure and laughed at the same time.

"This kid runs fast," Qian Duoduo shook her head.

Xian Lin'er looked in the direction Lu Mingfei had run off to and suddenly said, "How do you think he got his hands on the money?"

Qian Duoduo's smile vanished, and he adopted a mysterious expression, stroking a non-existent beard on his chin.

"It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken."

Xian Lin'er rolled her eyes: "What a disgrace."

Then he turned and walked into the laboratory building.

Qian Duoduo quickly followed, muttering, "I really don't know, but it's their skill to get it. As teachers, we can't ask about everything, right?"

Lu Mingfei jogged until he was out of the Soul Guidance Department's range before stopping.

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

"Lu Mingze!" he shouted through gritted teeth in his heart.

"Hey bro," Lu Mingze's voice rang out lazily.

"Did you get that money from Elder Xuan and Yan Shaozhe?"

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?" Lu Mingze's tone was completely indifferent.

"Anyway, the effect of the Word of Power is to give you the amount of money you want. As for who originally owned that money, does it matter?"

Lu Mingfei remained silent.

That seems to make sense.

I feel a little guilty, but not much.

More than anything, it's exhilarating.

"They won't find out it's me, will they?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"No," Lu Mingze said firmly.

"The essence of the 'Show me the money' incantation is not simply the transfer of wealth. Every time you use it, it finds the most suitable source of funds across the entire world, and then, through a series of extremely complex causal chains, brings that money to you in the end."

"No one can trace it back to the source because there is no source. The money seems to have always been in your hands; you just didn't realize it before."

Lu Mingfei was a little confused, but he understood the general meaning—they wouldn't be discovered.

That's good.

He breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and prepared to return to his dormitory.

After walking a few steps, I turned a corner.

Then, with a bang.

He bumped right into someone.

The two of them fell to the ground at the same time.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, ignoring the slightly limp feeling, and quickly got up, reaching out to pull the other person up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going—"

His hand froze halfway out.

The other party also froze.

The two stood facing each other, staring wide-eyed at one another.

Lu Mingfei looked at the face in front of him—delicate features, bright eyes, long, smooth hair tied in a high ponytail, and wearing Shrek's school uniform.

He recognized the face.

Jiang Nannan looked at the person in front of her—black hair and black eyes, with a panda eye on his face, a dark red Tang sword at his waist, and an indescribable roguish air about him.

She recognized that face too.

The two voices rang out simultaneously, both filled with the same shock.

"Lu Mingfei!"

"Jiang Nannan!"