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

The next morning, Lu Mingfei appeared at the door of Elder Song's cultivation room with dark circles under his eyes.

I didn't sleep well last night because of Hyotei.

The reason was that he didn't catch any fish.

Lu Mingfei felt wronged. It wasn't that he didn't try hard enough; it was that crazy woman Ma Xiaotao who suddenly appeared and set him on fire. What could he do?

But Hyotei wouldn't listen to that; she only cared about the result, which was that she didn't get to eat the fish.

Fortunately, Xue Di intervened and stopped him; otherwise, he wouldn't have come with panda eyes today, but would have fainted.

Inside the cultivation room, Elder Song was already waiting.

Seeing the two panda eyes on Lu Mingfei's face, Old Song was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"You fought Xu Sanshi in a tournament before, who did you fight yesterday?"

"I didn't fight anyone, I just bumped into the door frame and it hurt so much I couldn't sleep," Lu Mingfei lied without batting an eye.

Old Song didn't ask any further questions, but simply took out a gold-embossed invitation from his pocket and handed it to him.

Lu Mingfei took the invitation and saw that it had the words "Treasure Appreciation Meeting" written on it in large characters, with a line of smaller print below indicating the time and place.

"A treasure appreciation event?" Lu Mingfei looked up.

"Hmm." Old Song nodded.

"At the Shrek City Treasure Fair, all the major merchant guilds and soul tool workshops will display and sell their best items. If you're interested, go and have a look around and see if there's anything you'll find useful."

Lu Mingfei opened the invitation, looked at it, then closed it again, his eyes lighting up.

He had been to treasure fairs a few times before with Lao Wang in the Douling Empire, and he always managed to find some good stuff.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you have money in your pocket.

"Mr. Song, are the items at this treasure appreciation event expensive?"

Old Song glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Just pick one, and once you've chosen, go to Qian Duoduo for reimbursement."

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up instantly.

"real?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Old Song waved his hand.

"Your Tang sword is powerful, but you can't just use it for everything. Go see if you have any suitable armor or auxiliary soul tools, and buy a few for self-defense."

Lu Mingfei carefully tucked the invitation into his pocket, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

I'll definitely have to spend some money on this.

Looking at his greedy appearance, Old Song shook his head, then spoke again, his tone slower than before, as if he was carefully choosing his words.

"I heard about what happened yesterday."

Lu Mingfei's smile froze for a moment.

"Ma Xiaotao is considered a genius in the inner academy and is Yan Shaozhe's disciple. You almost killed her, so it's natural that Yan Shaozhe is unhappy," said Elder Song.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head.

"However—" Old Song's tone shifted, his voice turning colder.

"You don't need to be afraid."

Lu Mingfei raised his head and met Old Song's cloudy yet frighteningly bright eyes.

"You are my student. If anyone tries to frame you or bully you, you should fight back boldly." Old Song's voice was not loud, but every word was firm and resounding.

"Otherwise, people will think that I, the old master of the Sea God Pavilion, am made of paper and that the students I teach are all cowards."

"He's only level 95, while your teacher is a level 97 Super Douluo now."

"Even if this matter is brought up to Elder Mu, you will still be in the right."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for several seconds.

Then he nodded, his throat tightening slightly.

"Alright, let's begin training." Old Song turned around and walked to the center of the training room.

"Today's goal is to last five minutes longer than yesterday."

Lu Mingfei's face instantly fell.

The morning training was still hellish.

Old Song's high-pressure training never showed any mercy. Lu Mingfei was chased and beaten for two whole hours. Every bone in his body ached, but he found that he was indeed much stronger than before.

There has been progress, but the pain is real too.

After training, Lu Mingfei was soaked to the bone, as usual, looking like he had been pulled out of the water.

Old Song tossed him a towel, said "Go to the Department of Soul Guidance this afternoon," and sent him away.

Lu Mingfei went back to his dormitory, washed his face, changed into clean clothes, and then headed straight for the Soul Guidance Department.

In the experimental building of the Soul Guidance Department, Qian Duoduo was squatting in front of the workbench, fiddling with a fist-sized metal ball. Xian Lin'er was sitting next to her reading a book. When they saw Lu Mingfei come in, they both looked up at the same time.

"Hey, here comes the panda eyes." Qian Duoduo laughed.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to explain anymore, so he simply pulled up a chair and sat down.

Today's lesson is about the basics of creating soul tools.

Qian Duoduo took out several pieces of metal materials and a small soul power furnace, and began to teach Lu Mingfei how to inject soul power into the soul tool and how to inscribe the basic circuit.

Lu Mingfei studied very diligently.

Although he usually acts carefree, he is never sloppy when he needs to be serious.

After several hours, he was able to carve out a decent basic circuit.

"Not bad." Qian Duoduo checked the soul power circuit he had made and nodded in satisfaction.

"At this rate, with a few more days of training, you'll be qualified as a Level 1 Soul Master."

"A Level 1 Soul Master?" Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up.

"Yes," Xianlin'er added from the side.

"A Level 1 Soul Master is considered an entry-level master; they can make the simplest Soul Guidance Devices."

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, having a certificate is better than not having one.

Qian Duoduo put away her tools, dusted off her hands, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, pulled a palm-sized metal box from the drawer and tossed it to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei caught the box and examined it from all angles.

"What is this?"

"During the freshman assessment, didn't I make a bet with that old rascal Yan Shaozhe about who would win?" Qian Duoduo chuckled.

"I bet on Huo Yuhao to win in the end. This is the bet I won. I forgot about it before and only remembered it today."

Lu Mingfei opened the box.

A soft white light emanated from the box, carrying a gentle fluctuation of soul power.

Inside the box lay a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone.

Lu Mingfei stared at the soul bone, his pupils dilating slightly.

Although a ten-thousand-year-level soul bone cannot compare to the four one-hundred-thousand-year-old external soul bones he possesses, it is still something that countless soul masters would fight tooth and nail for if it were outside.

"Is this really for me?" Lu Mingfei looked up.

"Nonsense." Qian Duoduo slapped him on the shoulder.

"However, you already have four 100,000-year-old external soul bones all over your body, so you probably wouldn't care about this 10,000-year-old one. But since you won it, I'll give it to you and let you do whatever you want with it."

Lu Mingfei closed the box and carefully put it into his storage bag.

"Thank you, Uncle Qian."

"No need to thank me. If you hadn't provoked Yan Shaozhe back then, you wouldn't have this soul bone. You deserve it," Qian Duoduo said with a smile.

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment, then added, "Uncle Qian, you have a really good eye, much better than Dean Yan."

Qian Duoduo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"I like hearing that."

There are no secrets that stay hidden forever, and besides, what happened yesterday wasn't exactly a secret. He had already heard about Yan Shaozhe scolding Lu Mingfei by the lake yesterday.

Although Yan Shaozhe is the dean of the Martial Soul Department, Qian Duoduo disapproves of Yan Shaozhe's handling of the situation.

You can't even control your own student, Ma Xiaotao. She went crazy and hit someone first. The other person won in self-defense, and instead of praising her, you scolded her.

What's the logic behind that?

"Alright, here you go." Qian Duoduo took out another storage soul tool from his pocket and tossed it to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei caught it and used his soul power to probe inside. He found that it contained a lot of gold soul coins, at least several thousand in total.

"Uncle Qian, what's this?"

"Here's your allowance." Qian Duoduo waved his hand.

"If you really think Yan Shaozhe is bad at interpersonal relationships, then learn from him and make me proud in the future. That would be the greatest thanks you could give me."

Lu Mingfei carefully put away the storage soul guide and nodded seriously.

With two unexpected windfalls in hand, Lu Mingfei was in an excellent mood.

As he walked out of the Soul Guidance Department, he pondered what good things he could buy at the Treasure Appreciation Event.

"What do you plan to do with that ten-thousand-year-old soul bone?" Lu Mingze's voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment: "Let's keep it for now, we might need it later."

"Use it?" Lu Mingze's tone carried a hint of disdain. "You're not planning to absorb it, are you?"

"Is that not allowed?"