Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

At dawn, sunlight pierced the darkness of daybreak and shone into the woods of Notting College.

On a small hill behind the mountain, Lu Mingfei was slowly practicing swordsmanship by swinging the iron bar he had bought yesterday.

During his summer vacation in junior high school, he took three free kendo open classes at the Children's Palace. He originally wanted his uncle to pay the registration fee to enroll him in training, but his aunt stopped him and gave him a severe scolding.

After all, five thousand yuan in tutoring fees is enough for their family of three to go on a winter trip to Hainan.

Originally, Lu Mingfei's memory of this period was already blurry, but after his martial soul awakened, he found that those hazy memories in his mind suddenly became incredibly clear. This is why yesterday when he fought Tang San, he was only thinking about the moves in the boxing match video, but he was able to imitate the moves quite well, as if he had pressed 'Ctrl+C'.

Tangzhu, cassock cut, reverse cassock...

With his eyes closed, Lu Mingfei slowly executed the basic sword techniques, following the outlines of his memory, as if he were the only person left in the world.

Once he had mastered all the moves, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, his soul power suddenly erupted, and he exerted force with his wrist gripping the iron bar. His blazing golden eyes instantly dispelled the morning mist.

He stepped forward with his right foot, unleashing nine basic sword techniques in a swift motion. The fierce slashes sliced ​​through the air with a chilling whistling sound.

Nine-Headed Dragon Flash!

After the combo, Lu Mingfei stood in place with his sword in mid-section, his muscles still taut, displaying the power of his lingering will. After a moment, he finally let out a long breath and sheathed his sword.

"handsome!"

Wiping away imaginary sweat from his forehead, Lu Mingfei chuckled shamelessly, like a satisfied, full-fledged pig.

He certainly doesn't know the Flying Sword Style, nor the Nine-Headed Dragon Flash, but that doesn't stop him from having a dream of becoming a Sword Saint in his youth.

Even he himself never imagined that one day his motor skills would be so developed that he could practically rub his daydreaming cerebral cortex to the ground.

After half an hour of training, Lu Mingfei tidied up and got up to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

He planned to train for half an hour every two days, which would be enough. After all, the most important thing right now was knowledge. Once he had read enough of the library, he would find a suitable spirit ring and then Lu Mingfei would make his escape.

This is just the beginner village; even getting his first spirit ring is a hassle. He needs to go out and find the main storyline.

Just as he reached the entrance of the cafeteria, several people from the dormitory woke up and arrived, including Tang San.

When Lu Mingfei woke up, the man was already gone; it seemed he had gone to the rooftop to practice his martial arts.

In this respect, Lu Mingfei admired him to the extreme. Not only did he meditate all night, but he also got up earlier than the chickens. He was practically the beast of beasts.

After a brief greeting, everyone lined up to eat, but Tang San finished his meal and then packed another portion to take back with him.

"Tang San is so good to the master," Wang Sheng said in a low voice.

As a well-known figure at Notting College, the news that the Master had returned to the college injured had already spread throughout the campus.

A freeloading Grand Soul Master actually led a Blue Silver Grass disciple with innate full soul power to hunt for a hundred-year soul ring, and upon returning, defeated the academy overlord Xiao Chenyu, achieving the feat of dominating Notting Academy.

This kind of news is explosive from head to toe. Not to mention anything else, right now all the students in the cafeteria are actually watching the work-study students' table.

The master's reputation actually improved for a while, and even Wang Sheng apologized to Tang San last night, saying that he shouldn't have spoken so arrogantly.

But this was undoubtedly bad news for Lu Mingfei. He could easily guess what a master who had suppressed his confidence for decades would do next.

Sure enough, the following night, a somewhat unsteady figure also entered the library.

"It's a master! What a rare guest." Teacher An, who was on duty at the library, stood up and greeted him with a smile. He had been in the library for so many years and this was the first time he had seen a master come. After all, a master was an academic expert. He couldn't understand how the collection of a small junior soul master academy could attract him to come here.

"Teacher An, it's time to get off work?" the master said indifferently, his face stiff.

Although he was nominally a guest elder of Notting Academy and a teacher at the academy, he could only barely consider Director Su as a colleague. Teacher An, who retired in the library, had even lower soul power than him and was not worth mentioning at all.

"Half an hour left." Teacher An nodded, his eyes darting around. Being an old man of few words, he immediately realized why the master had come. He snorted inwardly, but considering the master's status, he knew he couldn't afford to offend him, and could only sigh.

"By the way, Master, I suddenly need to use the restroom. I wonder if you could watch over it for me for a while? There are a few students inside." Teacher An made up an excuse, hoping to give the master some face.

The two exchanged a knowing glance and nodded.

Upstairs in the reading room, Lu Mingfei was tiptoeing away when he heard the teacher on duty say he needed to urinate, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Oh no! I've been sold!

Sure enough, the library was supposed to stay open for a while, but after only a few minutes, the professor rang the bell to announce the closing. Lu Mingfei had no choice but to turn off the lights and leave the reading room with several senior students.

"Lu Mingfei, it's been a long time." The master called out to Lu Mingfei from behind.

Lu Mingfei forced a smile and turned to greet the master: "Oh, it's the master. Do you need to see Xiao San? I can pass on your message."

Lu Mingfei tried to play dumb and get away with it.

This was the first time he had seen the master's stiff face up close. Combined with the gloomy atmosphere of the library with most of the candles extinguished, Lu Mingfei actually felt like he was watching a horror movie.

"You're a smart kid, you should understand that I came here specifically to see you today." The master could tell that Lu Mingfei was being a little cunning and was somewhat displeased, but he still forced a smile.

"As far as I know, you've been spending almost every day in the library lately, probably trying to find information on soul beasts that are suitable for your eye-type martial soul, right? After all, Tang San and Xiao Wu are already soul masters, while you, a genius with innate full soul power, can only wait for the academy's centralized soul hunting in a few months."

Lu Mingfei suppressed the urge to complain and nodded: "Master, you mean you can help me solve this?"

Just kidding. Lu Mingfei himself isn't even sure what his martial soul is, and this master just comes up and says he can help him get a soul ring.

Is this just empty talk?

"There are probably no more than two people on the entire continent who have studied your type of martial spirit, and I am definitely among the top three." The master spoke with great confidence, paused slightly, and then continued in a deliberately profound tone:

"Your eye martial soul is a mutated beast martial soul, and a benign one at that. It has a very rare amplification of your mental power and some of your physical strength. Combined, it is even comparable to those extremely rare and powerful high-level beast martial souls."

"Because of the mutation, you don't have many soul beasts to choose from. If you want to hunt for a soul ring, you can only look for spirit-type soul beasts under normal circumstances, but these kinds of soul beasts are extremely rare and are hard to find even in the Star Dou Great Forest."

"However, according to my theory, you actually have other options. Look at Xiao San, his martial soul is the universally recognized useless martial soul Blue Silver Grass. Generally speaking, everyone recommends absorbing plant-type soul beasts, but I helped him hunt down the soul ring of the Mandragora Serpent, and it turns out that his current combat power far exceeds that of other soul masters of the same level."

With Tang San's brilliance as a precedent, does the master not believe that a six-year-old child could resist the temptation of a spirit ring?