"Teacher."
Lin Xuan stood up and called out to Lin Mengxi somewhat guiltily.
"Tell me, what are the general role classifications for Soul Masters?"
Lin Mengxi fixed Lin Xuan with an unfriendly stare, carrying the unmistakable air of, If you can't answer, I'll skin you alive!
"Soul Master teams generally consist of seven people. Their members are broadly divided into Assault System, Agility System, Control System, Defense System, and Support System Soul Masters."
Lin Xuan answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.
He did know this. Soul Master teams generally had seven members, the optimal formation established over tens of thousands of years.
"Very good! But sleeping during 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 hurriedly raised his hand.
He had no desire to run those twenty laps. With that time, he could grind Basic Sword Technique several times over.
"I just suddenly broke through to level ten."
Lin Xuan circulated the Soul Power in 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 him.
"He really broke through!"
Lin Mengxi released his hand, a radiant smile blooming across her face.
"You lucky brat. I'll waive those twenty laps, but don't let it happen again!"
"Thank you, Teacher!"
Lin Xuan grinned.
"Ah! How did you, Lin Xuan, break through to level ten already?!"
The chubby Wan Yunchao beside him suddenly wailed, speaking with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
At the beginning 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 his pride later. Now, that hope seemed remote.
"That's talent. Nothing I can do about it."
Lin Xuan shrugged smugly, making everyone itch to punch him.
"Enough! Stop showing off here! You should go home and discuss with your family what Soul Spirit you'll choose for your first one!"
Lin Mengxi rolled her eyes at him and spoke irritably.
"Alright, that's all for today's class."
This was the final lesson of the day. Once Lin Mengxi left, everyone packed up their things and departed as well.
On the way home, Tang Wulin carried a small backpack and kept blinking at Lin Xuan.
"Brother Xuan, you're amazing!"
Tang Wulin said worshipfully.
"Just so-so!"
"My initial Soul Power was 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 with his fingers as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What is it?"
Lin Xuan looked at Tang Wulin curiously. Why was he being so awkward?
"Brother Xuan! I've earned a little money helping Uncle Mang with work. If you're short on money, I can give it to you."
Tang Wulin looked at Lin Xuan with sincere eyes.
He knew about Lin Xuan's family circumstances. It might not have been bare walls on all sides, but the house certainly let in drafts from every direction. Besides, Brother Xuan had taken in a younger sister before.
"Oh, I thought it was something serious. It's fine, your big brother still has a little saved up. Keep your money for buying a Soul Spirit later."
Lin Xuan looked at Tang Wulin with gratification. This account had been properly cultivated. His painstaking efforts had not been in vain.
Tang Wulin nodded upon hearing that. Brother Xuan definitely had a better grasp of things 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 and shook his head helplessly at the empty room.
"I'll cook first!"
Lin Xuan walked into the kitchen and began making dinner.
The sky gradually darkened. The mountains tightly clutched the tail of the setting sun, tearing down a swath of sunset clouds.
Boom! Boom, boom!
A series of heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor outside. Lin Xuan poked his head out from the kitchen and called toward the door.
"Na'er, hurry up and wash your hands. Dinner's ready!"
Not long after Lin Xuan finished speaking, a tiny figure appeared at the entrance. Her body, barely a meter tall, was carrying a Snakeskin Bag more than half again as tall as she was.
"Okay!"
Na'er entered the courtyard and tossed the trash she had collected from her shoulder onto the ground, producing a loud rumble.
Yes! Na'er had inherited Lin Xuan's great trash-collecting enterprise. The trash bins throughout this neighborhood were now under her jurisdiction.
However, Na'er sometimes went to other residential districts and did not return until very late. Out of concern for her safety, Lin Xuan had warned her many times, but the normally obedient Na'er was remarkably stubborn about this matter.
"Spicy Rabbit Head is here!"
Lin Xuan carried the final bowl of Spicy Rabbit Head to the table.
He did not know whether this little girl had some sort of bond with rabbits, but she adored Spicy Rabbit Head and could not be happy without rabbit.
"Delicious!"
Na'er hugged the rice cooker contentedly and shoveled spoonful after spoonful of rice into her mouth.
"Na'er, how much savings do we have left?"
Compared with Na'er, Lin Xuan ate far more elegantly, holding a small bowl and chewing slowly.
"St... still one hundred and ten thousand! What's wrong?"
Na'er took a bite of rabbit meat and answered indistinctly through a full mouth.
Ever since taking over Lin Xuan's line of work, Na'er had become obsessed with collecting trash. As time went on, Lin Xuan simply handed over the household savings for her to manage as well.
Unexpectedly, although Na'er had lost her memory, she possessed extraordinary talent when it came to being the household manager.
In just the past half year, the two of them had added a substantial amount to their little nest egg.
"Tomorrow, I'm planning to buy a Soul Spirit."
Lin Xuan said to Na'er.
He planned to make do with a Ten-Year Spirit for now. A Hundred-Year Spirit cost at least one million, and it might not even be suitable. Besides, there would be opportunities to enhance his Soul Spirit later in 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 would not play that garbage.
"Big 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 the contents of her words made Lin Xuan break into a cold sweat.
Oh no, had he raised this little girl wrong?
After the two finished dinner, they quietly lay down on the bed to sleep.
"Big brother, I want to hear 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 and replied fondly.
"I have a few little 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, beneath Mount Qingcheng, there was a Soul Beast called White Snake..."
The next day, Lin Xuan asked Lin Mengxi for leave, took seventy thousand yuan, and headed for the Spirit Pagoda.
Spirit Pagodas were spread throughout every city on Douluo Continent, and their ranks varied 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 stood in the center of Aolai City, still some distance from Lin Xuan's home. He took a bus for more than ten minutes before arriving beneath it.
This Spirit Pagoda used an octagonal architectural design. Its three stories stretched in every direction, and amid the urban district of low, plain houses surrounding it, it appeared especially grand and imposing.
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