In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 22 Xiao Wu, eat shit!

"Brother Yuntao, I just find this strange. You're a great Soul Master, and so handsome, why are you worried about not having anyone pursuing you?" Zhu Wu continued, "Soul Master is a profession that we commoners dream of. Once someone appears, countless girls from the surrounding villages will want to marry them."

As the saying goes, there are plenty of fish in the sea, so why be hung up on just one?

Rather than being infatuated with just one flower, it's better to plant a whole forest. Having personally experienced being scammed in marriage, he's come to this realization.

Hate Aquaman, understand Aquaman, become Aquaman.

You're absolutely right!

"." Su Yuntao seemed to have fallen into self-doubt, looking lost in thought, silently walking forward in a daze.

When I got to the door, I instinctively pushed it open.

"Who is it! So reckless!"

A slightly aged voice came from inside the house.

"Master Matthew, this child is here to get certified as a Soul Master, so I'll have to trouble you. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, Su Yuntao turned and left, looking somewhat dejected.

"What's wrong with this kid today?" Matthew muttered, then called out softly, "Come in, kid."

Very good, the world has lost one less sycophant and gained a real man. Zhu Wu strode through the door.

"Child, are you really here to get certified as a Soul Master?" Matthew looked surprised to see that the person who came was much younger than he had imagined.

"Yes, Master Matthew." Zhu Wu said politely, "I was the one who helped Brother Yun Tao awaken his martial soul in Holy Soul Village last year. He awakened the Silkworm Martial Soul, with innate soul power level 6. I just returned today after obtaining my first soul ring from the primary Soul Hunting Forest."

"Can an ordinary silkworm martial soul cultivate this fast?" Matthew murmured, remembering what Su Yuntao had reported before.

"It's alright," Zhu Wu scratched his head. "For some reason, we work-study students don't need to clean in the afternoons anymore, so I have more time to cultivate."

"I see." Matthew nodded, a label forming in his mind: this is a diligent child.

"Child, come here." With a kind face, he smiled and beckoned. "You don't need to call me Master. I'm hardly a Master. Just call me Grandpa Matthew from now on. I'm 81 years old this year. In terms of age, I could probably be your grandfather without any problem."

"Yes, Grandpa Matthew." Zhu Wu replied politely and quickly stepped forward.

Soon, Matthew led him to a special room. Looking around, he saw that the walls were embedded with countless fist-sized black stones, seemingly made of the same material as the black stones Su Yuntao had used to form the hexagonal formation. He could clearly feel the special fluctuations emanating from these black stones. Under the influence of these fluctuations, his soul power was pulsating in a special rhythm.

"This is the lowest level of the Spirit Hall," Matthew introduced, seeing Zhu Wu observing his surroundings.

As he spoke, he walked to a table not far away, picked up a yellow crystal, and brought it to Zhu Wu.

"Infuse your soul power into it and let me see how high your soul power level is. Normally, it should be level 11."

Zhu Wu did as instructed, and indeed reached level 11.

After all, he didn't have the same accumulated experience as Tang San, he sighed inwardly.

"Congratulations, from today onwards you are a registered Soul Master. This is your certificate." The formalities were completed quickly, and Matthew handed over the certificate card with his registration information printed on it, his expression turning solemn.

"Zhu Wu, would you be willing to join the Spirit Hall?"

Zhu Wu took the certificate and laughed, "Grandpa Matthew, have you forgotten that I'm already a student at Notting Academy?"

"Look at me, I'm getting senile. We were indeed a step too late. Even for our Spirit Hall, there's no reason to forcibly pull someone from the Imperial Academy. It's also Su Yuntao's fault for taking it upon himself to do it... Sigh." Matthew shook his head and sighed.

After giving some instructions, he distributed the subsidies and watched Zhu Wu leave.

Without lingering, Zhu Wu left the Spirit Hall and headed straight back to the academy, buying a serving of stinky tofu along the way.

The stinky tofu in this world is authentic; it's actually soaked in feces.

Xiao Wu, eat shit!

Fifteen minutes later, at Notting College Dormitory 7.

"What is this? It smells so bad!?" Xiao Wu instinctively pinched her nose as she looked at the large box Zhu Wu handed her.

"This is called stinky tofu. Although it smells bad, it tastes delicious and is considered a local specialty of Nottingham City," Wang Sheng explained from the side.

"The area around Nottingham is full of farmland, and almost every village has farmers who grow beans. So you can be completely confident in the ingredients; they're absolutely authentic!"

"Is it really delicious?" Xiao Wu asked, somewhat skeptical.

"Sister Xiaowu, why would I lie to you?" Wang Shengmeng chimed in, offering his support.

"Then I'll try it." Xiao Wu reached out and took it, placing it on the table next to her. She pinched her nose, picked up a piece with a bamboo skewer, and put it in her mouth.

They smacked their lips, their eyes lighting up. "I didn't expect it to actually be so delicious!"

With lightning speed, he started stuffing it into his mouth, leaving his lips covered in yellow grease.

Zhu Wu, in a good mood, turned around and went back to bed, where he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.

In the evening, Tang San returned, and Zhu Wu led his roommates to the cafeteria, where they ordered a table full of food and had a good meal.

Afterwards, we happily returned to our dormitory together.

"Xiao San, Xiao Zhu bought me some stinky tofu today, and it's really delicious." On the way, Xiao Wu looked at Tang San with a grin. "When you come back from work tomorrow afternoon, can you buy me another serving?"

"Okay." Tang San nodded. In his previous life, stinky tofu was considered a local delicacy in the Tang Clan territory of Sichuan.

"By the way, how exactly is stinky tofu made? Why does it smell so bad?" Xiao Wu couldn't help but ask.

"Sister Xiaowu, you don't know?" A henchman next to Wang Sheng was stunned, his face showing a strange expression.

Children born in the villages surrounding Nottingham should, in theory, know this.

Wasn't Xiao Wu born into a commoner family?

"I've never eaten it before, how would I know!" Xiao Wu rolled her eyes.

"It's made by braising ingredients like fermented black beans, shiitake mushrooms, and bamboo shoots, and then filtering some children's excrement into the brine through gauze," the young man quickly explained.

"Once the braising liquid is fully prepared, put the fried tofu cubes in and marinate for a while."

Xiao Wu stood frozen in place, her face deathly pale, staring at the younger brother with an incredulous expression, her voice trembling.

"You mean, you mean that kind of stuff is used to make stinky tofu?"

"Uh, isn't that how it's always done?" The young man scratched his head. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there? You can even use boy's urine to make medicine."

"Ugh!" Xiao Wu turned her head away and bent over to vomit violently.

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. Zhu Wu suppressed a laugh and joined the ranks of the confused masses.

Could Xiao Wu have a different background? She doesn't even know about stinky tofu. Tang San thought to himself as he stepped forward to help Xiao Wu up.

"Xiao Zhu, I'm going to kill you!" Suddenly, Xiao Wu jumped up, her eyes bloodshot, and lunged at Zhu Wu.

Zhu Wuzhuang, who had anticipated this, was startled. He quickly jumped behind Wang Sheng and said innocently, "This, Sister Xiaowu, this isn't my fault, is it?"

"You're also a work-study student, from a humble background just like us. I thought you could accept that."

"Besides, didn't you say it was delicious when you ate it this afternoon?"

(End of this chapter)