Soul Power Level Ten

"Teacher."

Lin Xuan stood up and called out to Lin Mengxi somewhat guiltily.

"Tell me, what are the usual combat roles for Soul Masters?"

Lin Mengxi glared at Lin Xuan with an unfriendly look, as if she would skin him alive if he failed to answer!

"Soul Master squads generally consist of seven people. Within the team, they are roughly divided into Assault System, Agility System, Control System, Defense System, and Support System Soul Masters."

Lin Xuan answered neither arrogantly nor humbly.

He did know this. Soul Master teams generally consisted of seven members; this had been the optimal arrangement for tens of thousands of years.

"Very good! But sleeping in class must be punished, or there'll be no discipline. After class, go run twenty laps around the Playground."

Lin Mengxi's expression eased considerably after hearing his answer, but then her tone shifted as she spoke sternly.

"Teacher, it's a misunderstanding!"

Lin Xuan quickly raised his hand.

He did not want to run those twenty laps. With that time, he could practice Basic Sword Technique several times over.

"I suddenly broke through to level ten just now."

Lin Xuan activated the Soul Power within his body, releasing his aura.

"You broke through to level ten?"

Lin Mengxi's pupils contracted as she spoke with a hint of delight. She stepped forward and grabbed Lin Xuan's hand, sensing the Soul Power within his body.

"He really broke through!"

Lin Mengxi released his hand, a brilliant smile appearing on her face.

"Lucky you, brat. I'll waive those twenty laps, but don't let it happen again!"

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Lin Xuan chuckled.

"Ah! How the hell did you break through to level ten already, Lin Xuan?!"

The chubby boy beside him, Wan Yunchao, suddenly wailed, his voice filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

At the start of the school term, he had fought Lin Xuan and gotten beaten up badly. He had been planning to rely on the advantage of his Martial Soul to win back some face later on. Now, it seemed that hope was slim.

"That's talent. Nothing I can do about it."

Lin Xuan shrugged smugly, making everyone's teeth itch.

"Enough! Stop showing off here! You should go home and discuss with your family what to choose for your first soul spirit!"

Lin Mengxi rolled her eyes at him and spoke irritably.

"Alright, that's all for today's class."

This was the final lesson. Once Lin Mengxi left, everyone packed up their things and departed as well.

On the way home, Tang Wulin carried a little backpack and kept blinking at Lin Xuan.

"Brother Xuan, you're amazing!"

Tang Wulin said admiringly.

"Just average."

"My initial Soul Power is only a little higher. Before long, I'm sure you'll be able to do it too, Wulin."

Lin Xuan said with a smile.

Tang Wulin nodded, pinching the corner of his clothes between his fingers as though he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What is it?"

Lin Xuan looked at Tang Wulin curiously. Why was he acting so awkwardly?

"Brother Xuan! I've been helping Uncle Mang with work and saved up a little money. If you need money, I can give it to you."

Tang Wulin looked at Lin Xuan with sincere eyes.

He knew about Lin Xuan's family circumstances. Calling it bare walls on all sides would be generous; the place practically let the wind blow through from every direction. What was more, Brother Xuan had even taken in a little sister earlier.

"Oh, I thought it was something serious. It's fine—your big brother here has a little money saved up. Keep yours for buying a soul spirit later."

Lin Xuan looked at Tang Wulin with satisfaction. This account had been raised well. His painstaking efforts had not gone to waste.

Tang Wulin nodded at that. Brother Xuan surely understood these things better than he did.

The two parted at the next intersection, and Lin Xuan returned home.

"Na'er?"

Lin Xuan called into the house but received no response.

"She's not back yet? Don't tell me she wandered too far again!"

Lin Xuan set down his bag, looked at the empty room, and shook his head helplessly.

"Let's make dinner first!"

Lin Xuan walked into the kitchen and began preparing supper.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the mountains clutched tightly at the tail of the setting sun, tearing down a swath of rosy clouds.

"Boom! Boom boom!"

A series of heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor outside. Lin Xuan poked his head out from the kitchen and called out.

"Na'er, hurry up and wash your hands. Dinner's ready!"

Not long after Lin Xuan finished speaking, a small figure appeared at the doorway. Though she was barely a meter tall, she carried a Snakeskin Bag more than half again as tall as she was.

"Okay!"

Na'er walked into the yard and tossed the trash she had collected from her shoulder onto the ground with a thunderous crash.

That's right! Na'er had inherited Lin Xuan's great trash-collecting enterprise. The trash bins throughout this neighborhood were now under her management.

Sometimes, though, Na'er would go to other residential areas and return very late. Out of concern for her safety, Lin Xuan had warned her many times, but the usually obedient Na'er was exceptionally stubborn about this matter.

"Spicy Rabbit Head is here!"

Lin Xuan placed the final bowl of Spicy Rabbit Head on the table.

Who knew whether this little girl had some kind of bond with rabbits? She loved Spicy Rabbit Head and was never happy without rabbit meat.

"Delicious!"

Na'er hugged the rice cooker in satisfaction, shoveling spoonful after spoonful of rice into her mouth.

"Na'er, how much savings do we have left?"

Compared to Na'er, Lin Xuan ate far more elegantly, holding a small bowl as he chewed slowly.

"Th-there's still a hundred and ten thousand! What's wrong?"

Na'er took a bite of rabbit meat and answered indistinctly through a mouthful of food.

Ever since she had taken over Lin Xuan's line of work, Na'er had become obsessed with collecting trash. After a while, Lin Xuan simply handed over the household savings for her to manage as well.

Who would have thought that although Na'er had lost her memories, she was extraordinarily gifted at being a housekeeper?

In just half a year, the little nest egg the two of them had saved had grown by a considerable amount.

"Tomorrow, I'm planning to buy a spirit."

Lin Xuan said to Na'er.

He planned to buy a Ten-Year Spirit just to make do for now. Hundred-Year Spirits cost at least a million, and they might not even suit him. Besides, he would have opportunities to improve his spirit later at the Spirit Ascension Platform.

A Ten-Year Spirit only cost seventy thousand, so their savings were more than enough. As for random draws, even dogs wouldn't play with that garbage.

"Brother, you broke through to level ten!"

Na'er said happily, taking another fierce bite of rabbit meat.

"Yeah! Once I become a Soul Master, I'll take you out for a proper feast!"

Lin Xuan nodded and smiled at Na'er.

"I want Spicy Rabbit Head, fresh-pot rabbit..."

Na'er counted on her fingers as she spoke, but what she said made Lin Xuan break out in a cold sweat.

We're cooked. Did I raise this little girl wrong?

After the two finished dinner, they quietly lay down on the bed to sleep.

"Brother, I want a bedtime story!"

Under the covers, Na'er curled up in Lin Xuan's arms and gave a soft, spoiled hum.

"Alright!"

Lin Xuan stroked Na'er's head affectionately.

"I've got a few stories here: Tale of the White Snake, A Chinese Ghost Story, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, and Lotus Lantern. Which one do you want to hear?"

"Tale of the White Snake! Start with that one!"

"A long, long time ago, there was a White Snake soul beast beneath Mount Qingcheng..."

The next day, Lin Xuan asked Lin Ximeng for leave and took seventy thousand yuan with him to the Spirit Pagoda.

Spirit Pagodas could be found in every city across Douluo Continent, and their ranks differed according to the size of the city. In a small town like Aolai City, the Spirit Pagoda branch was only the lowest rank, with three floors.

The Spirit Pagoda was located in the center of Aolai City, still some distance from Lin Xuan's home. After more than ten minutes on the bus, he finally arrived beneath it.

This Spirit Pagoda used an octagonal architectural style. With three floors stretching in every direction, it looked especially grand and imposing amid this district of low, plain houses.

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