The next morning, Fang Ling got up at the crack of dawn, as if he had been pumped full of adrenaline.
Having arrived somewhere new, he was about to meet new people.
Including Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling, they could all be considered geniuses of this world.
Just thinking about having to earn the recognition of his so-called teammates made him somewhat excited.
Even his martial soul seemed to have become more active.
After eating a double portion of breakfast, Qin Ming arrived as promised.
Seeing Fang Ling looking alert and energetic, neatly dressed, a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
He was an easy child to deal with, unlike those nobles who slept in and needed to be reminded over and over again.
"Ready?"
Fang Ling grinned excitedly, whirling the over-two-meter-long Great Scythe with such force that it howled through the air.
"Of course! My scythe is already thirsting for blood!"
"..."
Qin Ming seemed to catch a whiff of scarlet bloodlust rushing toward him, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.
Bai Baoshan's warning came to mind, along with the Silver Soul Fighter killing badge he had seen yesterday.
More than thirty Life and Death Battles represented at least thirty lives.
Was this what one should expect from someone born a beggar?
Having grown up amid the treachery of human hearts, he could kill more than thirty people without changing expression, his smile as natural as ever.
It had not affected the way he treated or interacted with others in the slightest.
This showed that his temperament was exceptionally strong as well.
That made sense. How could it not be strong?
For someone with Innate Level One to cultivate so quickly, he must have waded through piles of corpses and rivers of blood!
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