Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 3

Hongshan College entrance

Tang Ziran escorted Tang Wulin to the academy gate before leaving. The academy was very close to home, and he told his son to go straight home after school. He glanced at Nan Fusheng, who was also standing alone at the school gate, sighed, but didn't say anything more and went straight to work.

The Soul Master class has a dedicated teacher who greets students at the academy gate, and their treatment is significantly better than that of ordinary classes.

Regular classes only provide normal academic education, while Soul Master classes, in addition to this, teach these students who are born with soul power how to become a Soul Master and the knowledge of Soul Masters, preparing them for entering secondary academies in the future.

This year's Soul Master class only has sixteen students. There are very few children whose Martial Souls have awakened and come with innate Soul Power, especially in a small city like Aolai City. This year's class is considered relatively large.

Meanwhile, in Nan Fusheng's Soul Master class...

"Hey, what's your martial spirit?" A short, chubby boy asked, approaching Nan Fusheng.

They were all children of the same age, and they were all full of curiosity about their upcoming life in the Soul Master class.

Nan Fusheng said calmly, "It's an insect." A semi-transparent insect was lying quietly in Nan Fusheng's hand, occasionally wriggling.

"Tch," the chubby boy said dismissively, "It's a bug! A useless martial spirit." With that, he turned to leave.

Nan Fusheng didn't say much, but just quietly watched the chubby boy go around to ask the children what their martial spirits were.

Soon the chubby boy turned his attention to Tang Wulin, and the two seemed to be arguing. Tang Wulin asked somewhat defiantly, "And you? What's your martial soul?"

The chubby boy snorted, waved his right hand, and a cold light flashed as a short sword appeared in his hand. "See that? My martial soul is a sword. If I can cultivate to the level of a Title Douluo, I'll be called the Sword God Douluo. Innate soul power level five. I can easily chop these few Blue Silver Grasses of yours into pieces."

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

Is it really that difficult for someone with Blue Silver Grass to cultivate into a Soul Master?

The other students also showed off their own martial souls, each with its own unique characteristics, but whatever their martial soul was, it was at least much better than his Blue Silver Grass. Because his martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, the junior students who had gathered in several groups no longer paid him any attention.

Seeing this, Nan Fusheng realized it was time for him to make his appearance.

"I believe you can definitely become a powerful Soul Master."

A voice he heard made Tang Wulin turn around and look in Nan Fusheng's direction. It was him, the person from this morning, Tang Wulin thought.

Just as he was about to say something to Nan Fusheng, the teacher of the Soul Master class clapped his hands.

"Hello everyone, I am your homeroom teacher, Lin Ximeng. Over the next three years, I will be teaching you the basics of Soul Masters. Now, please introduce yourselves, including your names, Martial Souls, and innate Soul Power levels."

There were only sixteen students, so the introductions were quick. When Lin Ximeng heard Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng introduce their martial souls as Blue Silver Grass and insects, she was somewhat taken aback, and the other students burst into laughter.

Nan Fusheng didn't feel anything. After all, no matter how you looked at it, his martial soul wasn't strong. At least others could use Blue Silver Grass. The martial soul of Tang San, the founder of the Tang Sect, evolved from Blue Silver Grass into Blue Silver Emperor. He comforted himself with the excuse that as long as we work hard, we might be able to do it too.

Could he be using Huo Yuhao's example to illustrate this? However, he didn't have any million-year-old soul beast sacrifices or any old man from heaven giving him a legacy; he only had the legacy of the "Lord of Mysteries," Nan Fusheng thought to himself with amusement.

Tang Wulin, on the other hand, was in a different situation. Although Nan Fusheng had comforted him earlier, and now he was being ridiculed by others just like Nan Fusheng, he was still a child, and his mindset was different from Nan Fusheng's. Tang Wulin's face turned bright red, as if he were holding back a fire in his heart.

Lin Ximeng quickly regained her composure and smiled, "Today is your first day of class. I'll start by explaining the classification of martial souls, and this afternoon I'll guide you through some basic meditation. Meditation is the only way to train and improve your soul power. If you want to become true soul masters, you'll have to work hard!"

"As we all know, in our world, everyone possesses their own Martial Soul. Martial Souls awaken at age six and can be anything, accompanied by Soul Power. Those who cultivate can become Soul Masters—that's you. So, what are the classifications of Martial Souls?"

"First, martial spirits are divided into two main categories: weapon martial spirits and beast martial spirits. Among them, those that manifest as living beings are beast martial spirits, while those that manifest as non-living beings are weapon martial spirits. You can improve your martial spirit by cultivating your soul power. Once your soul power level breaks through level ten, you can officially become a soul master."

"There are two main categories of Soul Masters: Battle Soul Masters and Weapon Soul Masters. Those who cultivate their Martial Soul for combat are Battle Soul Masters, while those who cultivate their Martial Soul for non-combat purposes are Weapon Soul Masters. Both Martial Souls and Soul Masters have many subcategories..."

As Lin Ximeng explained the classification of martial souls and soul masters, Tang Wulin's resentment gradually disappeared. He had been curious about the profession of soul master since he was a child, and this knowledge was like a magnificent world opening a brand new door for him.

Nan Fusheng listened attentively. Although he had some knowledge of the Douluo Continent setting in his previous life, there was still a gap between the novel and reality, not to mention that someone often contradicted the book's setting.

After explaining some basic knowledge about Soul Master cultivation, Lin Ximeng also began to teach some characters from the Douluo Continent. After all, even Soul Masters are not born with this knowledge. Nan Fusheng didn't listen to this part very carefully because he had already studied it on his own.

Noon arrived quickly. The academy's curriculum included an unlimited lunch. Students in the Soul Master class enjoyed much better meals than regular students.

Although he was a Soul Warrior, Nan Fusheng's appetite was only slightly larger than that of an average child, but Tang Wulin next door was different.

Tang Wulin ate so much that he earned the nickname "glutton." His eating was almost half the combined intake of his dozen or so classmates. This exceeded the average adult's appetite, which greatly frustrated Tang Wulin.

"Being able to eat is a blessing. I envy you for being able to eat so carefree."

Tang Wulin turned his head and looked to the side. It was him, the person from this morning.

"Do you really believe I can become a powerful Soul Master?"

Tang Wulin looked at Nan Fusheng, unsure of what to say, and finally stammered out these words.

"Of course, didn't the famous 'Grandmaster' from history, Tang San's teacher, say: There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters?"

Nan Fusheng said things that he himself didn't believe.

However, Tang Wulin believed him. He clenched his fist and said, "That's right, there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. Thank you."

Seeing that Tang Wulin seemed to be manipulated, Nan Fusheng echoed him. After these few words, the distance between Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin narrowed considerably.

(End of this chapter)