What a Pity

"What level are you?"

"Level six." Fang Ling did not hide it.

"How old are you?"

"Seven."

Qian Yao repeated it and nodded lightly.

His talent isn't bad. He could be admitted to Martial Soul Hall Academy.

Thinking this, he asked outright, "Kid Fang, you have good talent and considerable courage. Do you want to join Martial Soul Hall Academy?"

"I can join? My Innate Soul Power is only level one."

Fang Ling had previously wanted to join Martial Soul Hall Academy as well.

Martial Soul Hall Academy was an academy directly under Spirit Hall, with the best educational resources and strongest teaching staff in the world.

However, he had asked at the Spirit Hall Branch in Notting City, and they only accepted those with at least level-three Innate Soul Power.

In short, they did not accept trash.

Of course, they had put it far more tactfully.

That was simply Fang Ling's own interpretation.

Later, after discovering that Points increased through killing, he absolutely could not miss Slaughter City.

Therefore, he had to go to Heaven Dou Royal Academy and obtain the Immortal Herbs before Tang San. Along with his desire to prove himself, he had given up on joining Martial Soul Hall Academy.

"Level one! And after just over a year, you're already level six?" A trace of astonishment appeared on Qian Yao's face before his expression turned solemn. "Don't move!"

He placed a hand on Fang Ling's shoulder.

Holy Light Soul Power gently entered Fang Ling's body and circulated once through it, but nothing unusual was found.

His soul power was condensed and naturally clear, without the bloody aura and evil intent characteristic of Fallen Spirit Masters.

Relaxing inwardly, Qian Yao sighed helplessly. "Level one is a little too low. Your current speed isn't strange, but unfortunately, you'll lack staying power later on."

"Sorry, your talent is a little too low. We can't recommend you either."

It had been possible before, but things had changed ever since Pope Bibi Dong took office.

For some reason, despite being the Pope's closest disciple, she was extremely at odds with the Angel Faction and the Angel Legion.

The Great Enshrinement said nothing, and the Angel Legion had neither the means nor the power to resist.

They were constrained in many matters and could only follow the rules.

He had no reason to interfere with the academy's admissions over a child and earn himself a disciplinary penalty.

Fang Ling had not wanted to attend Martial Soul Hall Academy in the first place, so he nodded indifferently. "It's fine."

Then he immediately rubbed his fingers together and asked greedily, "I seem to remember there's a reward for killing Fallen Spirit Masters?"

Qian Yao nodded. "There is, but one who's only just reached the first ring is too weak. It's only twenty Gold Soul Coins."

"That's already a lot to me." Fang Ling was delighted.

Money was secondary. It was good to have some, but it did not matter if he did not. After all, what mattered was Points!

"The money isn't important. I'll issue you a certificate."

Qian Yao directly took out twenty gleaming Gold Soul Coins, placed them in an inconspicuous gray pouch, and handed it to Fang Ling.

Then, with a faint flicker of light in his hand, he took a plaque from what appeared to be a battered ring on his finger, followed by a sheet of pale gold paper.

A Storage Soul Tool!

In this era, when the ancient Soul Tool civilization had long perished and little of its legacy remained, it was an exceptionally rare and valuable item.

Tang San already had one because of Yu Xiaogang's gift.

For a poor nobody without any backing like Fang Ling, all he could do was stare at it enviously.

Qian Yao said, "This is only a basic certificate. There are more advanced ones as well, symbolizing the glory of killing Fallen Spirit Masters."

As he spoke, he took out a seal.

Fang Ling clearly saw that three pairs of wings were engraved on it.

Qian Yao removed the seal's cap, infused it with holy soul power, then fiercely stamped the completed certificate against Fang Ling's Sickle, leaving behind a golden lacquer seal.

Under the sunlight, the golden seal reflected a dazzling glimmer.

Fang Ling accepted it and slowly read it word by word.

"Notting Academy student Fang Ling, aged seven, level-six soul power, Sickle Spirit, killed one first-ring Fallen Spirit Master with a Vampire Bat Spirit beyond his level outside Notting City on May 21st, 2638 of the Douluo Calendar."

"Witnessed jointly by Qian Chaolong and Qian Feiguang, members of the Spirit Hall Angel Legion Demon Hunt Camp, Qian Yao Squad."

Qian Yao smiled. "The paper and lacquer are special. They naturally produce an extremely dazzling glow under sunlight and cannot be forged. Only we have them."

"Take it out when you apply to an Intermediate Spirit Master Academy. It might have a surprising effect."

"Then thank you, Brother Qian." Fang Ling was somewhat exhilarated.

"We should be the ones thanking you. You helped lighten our workload."

Qian Yao ruffled Fang Ling's hair, then cut off the Fallen Spirit Master's head and placed it in a sealed box.

He then sprinkled it with a powder Fang Ling did not recognize before putting it away.

He began digging a pit to bury the corpse, lest it cause an outbreak of disease.

Seeing Fang Ling still watching from the side, he smiled and said, "Kid Fang, we still have important matters to attend to. Let's part ways here."

"Alright then, Brother Qian, I'm off."

Fang Ling bid them farewell and turned to leave.

After walking for a while, he suddenly realized something and hurried back. "Brother Qian, wait, I have a question."

"What question?"

One of the men digging the pit raised his head in surprise.

"I mean, he couldn't have just become a Fallen Spirit Master on his own, right? Doesn't he have some old monster behind him that I can't afford to offend, someone who might come seeking revenge?"

"Haha!" Qian Yao laughed.

He leaned the shovel against a tree and took another box from his Soul Tool.

When he opened it, there was a somewhat shriveled human head inside.

He shook the box at Fang Ling, making the head roll around inside. "This is his teacher, a Fallen Soul Ancestor."

"The reason that Bat Kid managed to get away was because the three of us were surrounding his teacher."

"Fortunately, you killed him, so nothing went wrong."

He scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Once Fang Ling heard that Kidney Deficiency Guy had no one backing him, he finally relaxed.

What he feared most was provoking the younger one, only for the older one to come after him.

If some old Fallen Spirit Master came seeking revenge, he would not even be able to slaughter pigs anymore.

He could only hide in the Academy and stick by Xiao Wu's side without leaving.

Following Xiao Wu meant following Tang San, and Tang San had Tang Hao protecting him.

By borrowing Tang San's influence, he would see how that Fallen Spirit Master ended up dying.

Now that he had heard Qian Yao's words, all the doubts in his heart vanished.

"Brother Qian Yao, Brother Qian Feiguang, Brother Qian Chaolong, I'm leaving. I hope we'll meet again someday."

"Haha, goodbye, Fang Ling."

As Fang Ling walked along the road, he tucked the little bag of Gold Soul Coins securely against his body.

He also folded up that important certificate and put it inside.

Then he skipped toward the slaughterhouse.

He had earned Points, reached level six, obtained twenty Gold Soul Coins, and gotten a certificate proving he had killed a Fallen Spirit Master.

Fallen Spirit Masters really were treasures.

What a great day!

Angels really were angels. Their holiness was no joke.

They even had a dedicated demon-hunting camp. Fallen Spirit Masters really were their responsibility to eliminate.

A useless angel as freakishly absurd as Qian Xunji, who was even a Six-Winged Seraph of the main bloodline, was the real monster—the real heretic.

After silently cursing Qian Xunji, Fang Ling felt wonderfully refreshed in both body and mind.

Still, a faint worry remained.

Killing a One-Ring Spirit Master had directly given him a whole Point!

An ordinary person who could not cultivate, or a pig, was worth only one percent of a Spirit Master!

Could it be that becoming a Spirit Master required a great many Points?

There was not enough information yet. He could only take things one step at a time and see how the Stats Panel changed later.

When he arrived at the slaughterhouse, Old Liu found it a little strange. "Why is little Fang Ling a bit late today?"

Fang Ling smiled faintly and shook his head. "It's nothing. I wasn't paying attention and took a fall."

He would not tell them the truth, lest they worry.

"Are you alright?" Old Liu hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine. I'm going to become a Battle Spirit Master—I'm plenty nimble!"