"What level are you?"
"Level six." Fang Ling did not try to hide it.
"How old are you?"
"Seven."
Qian Yao repeated it and nodded lightly.
His talent was not bad. He could be admitted to Spirit Hall Academy.
Thinking that, he asked, "Kid Fang, you have good talent and plenty of courage. Do you want to join Spirit Hall Academy?"
"I can join? My Innate Soul Power is only level one."
Fang Ling had previously wanted to join Spirit Hall Academy as well.
Spirit Hall Academy was directly under Spirit Hall and possessed the best educational resources and strongest teachers in the world.
But he had asked at the Spirit Hall Branch in Notting City, and they only accepted students with at least level-three Innate Soul Power.
Put simply, they did not accept trash.
They had phrased it much more tactfully.
That was simply Fang Ling's own interpretation.
Later, after discovering that killing was how he gained points, he knew he absolutely could not miss Slaughter City.
For that reason, he had to go to Heaven Dou Royal Academy and obtain the Immortal Herbs before Tang San. Combined with his desire to prove himself, he had given up on joining Spirit 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 serious. "Don't move!"
He placed a hand on Fang Ling's shoulder.
Holy Light Soul Power gently flowed into Fang Ling's body, circulated once, and found nothing unusual.
His Soul Power was condensed, free, and clear. It was not filled with the bloody aura and evil intent of Fallen Spirit Masters.
Relaxing slightly, he sighed helplessly. "Level one is rather low. It isn't strange for you to advance quickly now, but unfortunately, you lack staying power."
"I'm sorry. Your talent is a little too low, so we can't recommend you."
It had been possible before, but ever since Pope Bibi Dong took office, things had changed.
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 strength to resist.
They had to be restrained in many matters and could only follow the rules.
He had no reason to interfere with the academy's admissions over a child and take disciplinary action for it.
Fang Ling had not wanted to attend Spirit 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 that there are rewards for killing Fallen Spirit Masters?"
Qian Yao nodded. "There are, but one who has only just reached the One-Ring Spirit Master level is too weak. The reward is only twenty Gold Soul Coins."
"That's already a lot to me." Fang Ling was delighted.
Money was secondary. It was good if he got some, but it did not matter if he did not. The important thing was the points!
"Money isn't important. I'll write you a certificate."
Qian Yao directly took out twenty glittering Gold Soul Coins, placed them into an inconspicuous gray pouch, and handed it to Fang Ling.
Then light flickered in his hand. From a seemingly tattered ring on his finger, he took out a board, followed by a sheet of pale gold paper.
A Storage Soul Tool!
Now that the Ancient Soul Tool Civilization had long since perished and left behind few inheritances, such an item was exceedingly rare and precious.
Tang San already had one because of Yu Xiaogang's gift.
For a poor nobody without any background like Fang Ling, all he could do was stare enviously.
Qian Yao said, "This is only a basic certificate. There are also advanced ones, symbolizing the honor 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 cap from the seal, infused it with holy Soul Power, and fiercely stamped the completed certificate against Fang Ling's sickle, leaving behind a golden wax seal.
Under the sunlight, the golden seal reflected a dazzling gleam.
Fang Ling accepted it and slowly read each word.
"Notting Academy student Fang Ling, seven years old, level-six Soul Power, Martial Soul: sickle. On May 21st, Douluo Calendar 2638, outside Notting City, he killed a one-ring Fallen Spirit Master with the Vampire Bat Spirit by overcoming a higher rank."
"Witnessed jointly by Qian Chaolong and Qian Feiguang, members of the Qian Yao Squad of the Spirit Hall Angel Legion Demon Hunt Camp."
Qian Yao smiled. "The paper and wax are special. Under sunlight, they naturally produce an extremely dazzling glow and cannot be forged. Only we have them."
"When you apply to an Intermediate Spirit Master Academy, take it out. It might have a remarkable effect."
"Then thank you, Brother Qian." Fang Ling was somewhat excited.
"We should be 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.
Afterward, he sprinkled on a powder Fang Ling did not recognize and put it away.
He began digging a pit to bury the corpse and prevent an epidemic.
Seeing Fang Ling still watching from the side, he smiled and said,
"Kid Fang, we still have important matters to handle. Let's part ways here."
"Mm, then I'm leaving, Brother Qian."
Fang Ling bade them farewell and turned to leave.
After walking some distance, 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 out of nowhere, right? He doesn't have some old monster I can't afford to offend who'll come avenge him later, does he?"
"Haha!" Qian Yao laughed.
He leaned the iron shovel against a tree and took another box from his Soul Tool.
When he opened it, there was a slightly shriveled human head inside.
He shook it at Fang Ling, making the head roll around in the box. "This is his teacher, a Fallen Soul Ancestor."
"The reason that the bat kid managed to escape was because the three of us were surrounding his teacher."
"Fortunately, you killed him, so nothing went wrong."
He scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.
Hearing that the kidney-deficient man had no one backing him, Fang Ling was finally relieved.
What he feared most was killing the young one and having the old one come afterward.
If an old Fallen Spirit Master came for revenge, he would not even be able to slaughter pigs.
He could only choose to stay at the academy no matter what and never leave Xiao Wu's side.
Following Xiao Wu meant following Tang San, and Tang San had Tang Hao protecting him.
He could borrow Tang San's influence and see how that Fallen Spirit Master would die.
Now that he had heard Qian Yao's words, all his doubts vanished.
"Brother Qian Yao, Brother Qian Feiguang, Brother Qian Chaolong, I'm leaving. I hope we can meet again someday."
"Haha, goodbye, Fang Ling."
As Fang Ling walked down the road, he tucked the pouch containing the Gold Soul Coins close to his body.
He also folded the important certificate and put it inside.
Then he skipped toward the slaughterhouse.
He had earned points, reached level six, received twenty Gold Soul Coins, and gotten a certificate for killing a Fallen Spirit Master.
Fallen Spirit Masters really were treasures.
I'm in such a good mood today!
Angels really were angels. Their holiness was no joke.
They even had a dedicated Demon Hunt Camp. Fallen Spirit Masters truly were their responsibility to eradicate.
A useless freak like Qian Xunji, who had such a heaven-defying Six-Winged Seraph as the main branch's Martial Soul, had to be the real monster—the true heretic.
After silently cursing Qian Xunji, Fang Ling felt exceptionally refreshed in both body and mind.
Still, he had a faint worry.
Killing a One-Ring Spirit Master had actually provided a full point!
An ordinary person who could not cultivate, or even a pig, was worth only one percent of a Soul Master!
Could it be that becoming a Soul Master required a great many points?
There was not enough information yet. He could only take things one step at a time and check the Stats Panel's changes later.
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 all right?" Old Liu hurriedly asked.
"I'm fine. I'm going to become a Battle Spirit Master. I'm nimble!"
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