Nuoding City

"Little San, take all this Dried Rabbit Meat with you. Once you get to the academy, cultivate properly!"

Tang Hao pointed at the Dried Rabbit Meat on the table and spoke to Tang San with some excitement.

For the rest of his life, he never wanted to see rabbits or rabbit meat again!

Tang San had truly done exactly as he said—he liked eating it, so he made it for him every day!

More than two months! A full two months!

Rabbit meat every day, rabbit meat at every meal—Tang Hao was on the verge of breaking down!

Fortunately, Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy was starting. Otherwise, God knew how much more rabbit meat he would have had to eat.

Several times, Tang Hao had wanted to tell Tang San to make something else!

But whenever he saw Tang San's earnest expression as he prepared rabbit meat, he could not bring himself to say it.

The rabbit dishes Tang San made, things like Spicy Rabbit Head and Stir-fried Rabbit Meat, were truly delicious!

But nobody could stand eating them every single day...

"Dad, this Dried Rabbit Meat was specially prepared for you..."

Tang San shook his head and said.

These twenty-odd pieces of Dried Rabbit Meat had taken him three whole days to make!

He had made them so that after he left, Tang Hao would still have some meat to eat.

"I've got hands and feet. Do you think I can't find food? Be good and take them to the academy to eat!"

Tang Hao waved his hand and spoke earnestly.

"Okay, Dad!"

Tang San nodded and stored the Dried Rabbit Meat from the table in his Storage Soul Tool.

This Storage Soul Tool had been given to Tang San by Tang Hao.

It was also a ring, though its internal space was rather small, roughly enough to hold only one Pipi Pig.

Like the rest, it had come from Soul Hunting Forest, obtained after Tang Hao dealt with a Spirit Hall Knight.

Tang Hao felt no psychological burden whatsoever about killing people from Spirit Hall.

Tang San was no longer as poor and shabby as he had been when entering the academy in the original story.

Aside from the Dried Rabbit Meat, his otherwise empty storage ring contained two Gold Soul Coins. There should have been three, but Zhu Rong had snatched one away.

After obtaining his soul ring, Tang San had registered at Spirit Hall in Nuoding City under Su Yuntao's "guidance."

He could receive one Gold Soul Coin from Spirit Hall every month.

Su Yuntao had told Tang San about this several times on the day of the Martial Soul Awakening, so Tang San had remembered it.

When Tang Hao learned of it, he had originally wanted to teach Tang San a lesson.

But after thinking it over, he decided that there was no reason to turn down Spirit Hall's Gold Soul Coins, so he said nothing more.

In the end, Tang San's first Gold Soul Coin had not even warmed up in his hand before Zhu Rong snatched it away shortly after he returned to Holy Soul Village...

Before long, after Tang Hao gave him a few instructions, Tang San set off alone toward Nuoding City.

Along the way, he encountered a luxurious carriage traveling in the direction of Holy Soul Village.

"My Soul Power Level is already fourteen. Why am I still unable to fight back in front of Zhu Rong?"

Tang San thought as he walked.

After obtaining his soul ring, the Soul Power from two Soul Bones and his soul ring had pushed him to the peak of level thirteen.

Over the past two months, he had officially broken through to level fourteen.

At this point, Tang San's Soul Power Level and combat strength were both far greater than they had been at this stage in the original story.

This Soul Power and combat strength had only been possible because of the boosts from two hundred-year Soul Bones.

At first, Tang San had believed that after becoming a soul master, he should be about equal to Zhu Rong, perhaps even a little stronger.

But he discovered that he had been wrong!

After becoming a soul master, whether it was the aura he displayed or his actual strength, he was still worlds apart from what Zhu Rong had shown.

"Zhu Rong, just wait! Once I cultivate my second martial soul..."

Tang San looked at his left hand and spoke with absolute confidence.

During the process of hunting soul beasts, Tang Hao had also told him the "secret" of why he could not cultivate his second martial soul yet.

At least nine soul rings over fifty thousand years old!

Even hundred-year soul beasts were so terrifying. How terrifying would soul beasts over fifty thousand years old be? And once he obtained their soul rings...

Whenever Tang San thought of this, some of his pain would fade away.

Not long after Tang San entered the city, Zhu Rong also entered the city in a carriage.

After paying two Silver Soul Coins, Zhu Rong headed alone toward Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy under the grateful gaze of the coachman.

"Sesame seed cakes! Big, fragrant sesame seed cakes..."

"Buns..."

Cries of vendors filled the streets, overflowing with lively human bustle.

Zhu Rong found an upscale clothing store and prepared to change his outfit.

As the saying went, clothes made the man, and saddles made the horse.

Though his current clothes were not bad, they still made him look somewhat shabby.

When going out, he still needed to "dress himself up."

He was clearly not short of money, yet if he insisted on displaying his poverty through his clothes, he could not blame those blind fools for looking down on him.

Those people always spoke according to whom they faced—human words to humans, ghost words to ghosts.

The prime example was the gatekeeper.

Zhu Rong hung the Soul Master Medal issued by Spirit Hall on his chest before swaggering into the clothing store.

Any soul master who registered with Spirit Hall would receive an honorary medal from Spirit Hall.

The honorary medals issued differed according to a soul master's rank.

The medal rank also represented a soul master's approximate level.

Level one: Soul Master.

Level two: Soul Grandmaster.

And so on...

"Oh my, esteemed Lord Soul Master! How may I assist you?"

The moment Zhu Rong entered the clothing store, the owner's eyes lit up. Smiling broadly, he hurried over to Zhu Rong and spoke.

This kid did not look like he had much money, but he was wearing a Soul Master Medal!

The store owner was a burly middle-aged man with a face full of flesh. His smile looked extremely out of place.

Zhu Rong took out ten Gold Soul Coins and placed them on a nearby table before speaking.

"Boss, handle it as you see fit!"

"Oh my, young master! You truly have excellent taste and a keen eye for people!"

The big man's smile deepened as he showered Zhu Rong with praise.

He had not misjudged him after all. This young master was not only a soul master, but also a rich young dandy!

People like this were generous with their money and never lacked funds!

As for why he dressed like that, perhaps it was simply his hobby.

The big man then called out to several young girls behind him who were peeking over from nearby.

"Girls, hurry up and measure the young master! I'll personally design his clothes!"

Beaming, he picked up the Gold Soul Coins from the table. Once the girls brought over measuring tapes, the big man hurried off to design the outfit with fawning nods and bows.

Despite his appearance, he was the finest clothing designer in all of Nuoding City!

"Young master, please raise your arm. Cui'er will help you take your measurements..."

About half an hour later, when Zhu Rong emerged from the clothing store again, he had transformed from a "country noble" into a "town noble."

While waiting for the clothes to be made, Zhu Rong had also bought his other belongings with the help of the "store clerks."

Quilts, pillows, and other daily necessities. They were all high-end goods from Nuoding City!

"Young master, please come again when you have time!"

Amid their farewells, Zhu Rong left the clothing store and headed toward Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy...