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Over the next few days, Gu Han lived a simple two-point routine: eating, then running to the riverside to cultivate.

At the same time, for some inexplicable reason, that Nameless Technique had gained a cultivation method for sword moves.

Although it was not particularly profound, it was extremely suitable for Gu Han's current situation.

By the stream in the early morning, Gu Han gripped the Mystic Ice Sword and practiced thrusting, cleaving, tapping, sweeping, flicking, bursting, intercepting, slashing, wiping, chopping, hanging, blocking, and pressing. He seamlessly integrated all the most basic sword moves with a special footwork technique, wantonly shedding sweat.

This set of sword moves was far more useful than running or anything like that.

It was as if the moves had been tailor-made for him. In just a few short days, Gu Han had already mastered them completely.

"Xiao Han, stop practicing. Take a rest. We should head to Cold Wind City." Old Gu stood in the distance and shouted loudly.

"Got it, Grandpa."

Gu Han called back, withdrew his sword stance, and jogged over.

After eating his fill and tidying up, Gu Han set off for the city on foot with Old Gu.

Cold Wind City was located in the northern border of the Heaven Dou Empire, neighboring the Far North Land. Most of the Spirit Masters here possessed Water or Ice Attributes, which was why Lu Rentao had not shown too much surprise after Gu Han awakened an Attribute.

Although this city was a small border city, its walls were tall and imposing. Inside, it was not nearly as prosperous as Gu Han had imagined—in fact, it was even less prosperous than Notting City.

After all, it was a small city in the bitterly cold north, so this was fairly normal.

However, Gu Han had discovered over the past few days that his jade pendant was actually a Soul Tool, containing a full twenty cubic meters of space.

The Cold Wind City Martial Soul Hall was located in the center of the eastern part of the city. Its architecture resembled a castle from a Western fantasy world. Although it was only a branch hall, it was still grand and magnificent.

The two climbed the stairs, only to be stopped by two golden-armored soldiers.

"Stop. What are you here for?"

Seeing this, Old Gu stepped forward and took out the Martial Soul credentials Lu Rentao had issued a few days earlier.

"My lord, we're here to report to the Spirit Hall."

One of the soldiers took a glance, returned the credentials, and moved aside to let them pass.

After entering through the main doors, they found themselves in a spacious hall. The interior was elegant, yet carried a hint of modernity. This combination of decorations made Gu Han mutter inwardly, The technology tree of Douluo Continent has been developed in a really bizarre way.

A young man walked over with an old man dressed in white.

The young man was Lu Rentao, who had awakened Gu Han's Martial Soul before. He was a Level Twenty-Five Soul Grandmaster.

"You're here." Lu Rentao welcomed them with the old man and introduced him. "This is the bishop of our branch hall, Master Markel."

"Master Markel, this child is Gu Han, a genius with Innate Soul Power Level Five."

When Master Markel's gaze turned toward him, Gu Han politely greeted him. "Hello, Master Markel. I'm Gu Han."

"Hmm, not bad. From now on, you're a member of the Cold Wind City Spirit Hall. If you need anything, just come to me or Xiao Tao."

A hint of approval flashed through Master Markel's eyes, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"Then we'll be troubling the two of you, Masters."

Old Gu bowed slightly. He then turned and gave Gu Han a few more instructions before leaving alone.

"Child, your name is Gu Han, right?"

Master Markel looked at Gu Han's Martial Soul credentials and confirmed it once more.

"Yes."

"Hmm. From now on, I'll call you Xiao Han."

"As you wish, Grandmaster."

"Haha, there's no need to be so formal. If you don't mind, just call me Grandpa Markel."

Markel laughed. As he spoke, he summoned his four Soul Rings—white, yellow, yellow, and purple. He was actually a four-ring Soul Ancestor, making him a fairly powerful bishop even within the Martial Soul Sub-Hall.

"Grandpa Markel."

Gu Han did not mind. The other party really did look quite old, and he was also the bishop here. Calling him Grandpa might not necessarily earn him extra care, but at least it would prevent the other party from making things difficult for him.

When out in the world, one had to learn to restrain one's sharpness, especially when facing someone much stronger than oneself.

He was not doing this because he was afraid of trouble. He simply did not want to deliberately provoke trouble. If someone really came looking for trouble, then after living two lifetimes, he was not helpless.

Bishop Markel was extremely pleased by Gu Han's tact and did not mind making a small exception for him. He turned to Lu Rentao and instructed him.

"Xiao Tao, take Xiao Han to enroll at Shuofeng Junior Spirit Master Academy tomorrow. Prepare whatever he lacks, and come back to me for reimbursement."

"Understood."

Lu Rentao nodded. His thoughts began to turn as he considered using this opportunity to buy some small gifts for his goddess, so he readily agreed.

The next day, Lu Rentao took Gu Han to an outside shop to buy some decent clothes, bedding, and other daily necessities. They were much better than what Gu Han had brought with him and were also more comprehensive.

Shuofeng Junior Spirit Master Academy was the largest academy in Cold Wind City. Its principal was a Soul Elder, whose strength made him an expert in this small city.

With the Spirit Hall's backing, Gu Han's enrollment went extremely smoothly. He was even given a single dormitory.

Compared with the work-study students, his conditions were on an entirely different level.

Before Lu Rentao left, he also gave Gu Han the Spirit Hall's exclusive Meditation Method, which was somewhat better than the common Meditation Method.

Although Gu Han possessed the Nameless Technique, that was his secret. Naturally, he would not refuse the goodwill offered by the other party.

After briefly looking through it, Gu Han put it into the jade pendant. He had no intention of cultivating it.

After settling Gu Han in, Lu Rentao went to buy gifts for his goddess.

However, that had nothing to do with Gu Han. After tidying up his dormitory, he went to the classroom under the guidance of the homeroom teacher for his grade.

The homeroom teacher was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties. Her surname was Qin, and she was a Soul Grandmaster.

It was already past ten o'clock, and the students were in class.

The homeroom teacher led Gu Han into the classroom. Before entering, Gu Han glanced at the sign on the door: First Grade Class One.

The arrival of the two naturally drew the attention of the children.

The homeroom teacher clapped her hands and spoke. "Students, a new classmate has joined us today. I hope everyone can get along peacefully from now on."

"Come on, introduce yourself."

"All right." Gu Han nodded, walked up to the podium, and wrote his name on the blackboard. Turning around to face everyone, he said politely, "Hello, everyone. My name is Gu Han, and my Martial Soul is the Mystic Ice Sword. I hope we can learn from each other."

Clap, clap, clap!

A round of applause came from below. Director Qin pressed down on her hands, and only then did the applause quiet down. She pointed toward the empty seat by the window at the back of the classroom and spoke.

"Student Gu Han, you'll sit there from now on."

"All right."

Gu Han nodded and went to sit in his place.

Beside him sat a portly boy in luxurious clothes. Seeing that Gu Han was dressed plainly, the boy could not help but feel contempt, but he still asked out of curiosity, "Hey, country bumpkin, what level is your Innate Soul Power?"

Gu Han frowned slightly but did not lose his temper. He merely glanced at the other party. "It's class time. Besides, I already introduced myself."

The portly boy curled his lips and muttered, "Putting on airs," before ignoring him.

Gu Han frowned again but still did not cause trouble in class. He listened attentively to the teacher's lecture.

"Students, today we'll be discussing the classifications of Martial Souls."

"Martial Souls are divided into three major categories: Beast Martial Souls, Weapon Souls, and Plant-Based Martial Souls. Beast Martial Souls are mostly Power Attack System and Agility Attack System types. Plant-Based Martial Souls are mostly Control System types, while Weapon Souls are divided into several categories, including Power Attack System, Agility Attack System, Support System, and so on..."

The lesson covered only basic knowledge about Martial Souls. Although Gu Han had read plenty of information about this world in his previous life, he still listened attentively until the class ended.

"Ring, ring, ring..."

"All right, that's all for today's lesson. Class dismissed."

When the bell rang, the teacher did not drag out the lesson. She closed her teaching materials and quickly left the classroom.

Gu Han packed up his textbooks and planned to visit the school library to look up some information.

However, several boys blocked his path at that moment.

The one leading them was the portly boy.

The portly boy folded his arms and stared at Gu Han with his nostrils turned up.

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant."

Gu Han frowned slightly and kept his tone restrained. "Move."

"Hahaha, did you hear that? He told us to move?"

Unexpectedly, the portly boy and the four or five children behind him burst into laughter. The other students hurriedly retreated, as if they had seen the God of Plague.

After laughing for quite a while, the portly boy finally looked at Gu Han, who had remained silent the entire time. Pointing his thumb at his own nose, he asked arrogantly, "Kid, do you know who I am?"

Gu Han sized him up and chuckled. "I don't care who you are. If you don't move, don't blame me for being rude."

"Oh? Rude?" The portly boy raised his brows at that and sneered. "Then I'd like to see exactly how rude you can be."

As the portly boy's voice fell, several lackeys behind him cracked their knuckles and began closing in on Gu Han.

"Hmph!"

Gu Han had not intended to cause trouble at school, but that did not mean he was afraid of trouble. Since the other party had already come to bully him, naturally he would not overthink it.

He immediately circulated the Soul Power within his body and threw a fierce punch at the portly boy.

With the footwork from the Nameless Technique, Gu Han's speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he swept past several lackeys and smashed his fist into the portly boy's fleshy face.

"Pfft!!"

The portly boy did not even have time to react before he was knocked to the ground.

Sitting on the floor, the portly boy rubbed his burning cheek and cursed furiously.

"Damn it, you actually dared to hit me! Get him! Cripple him!"

Seeing this, the others hurriedly summoned their respective Martial Souls. Most of them were ordinary Beast Martial Souls, wooden clubs, and the like.

Several of them surrounded Gu Han, intending to teach him a lesson.

Gu Han's gaze turned cold as he summoned the Mystic Ice Sword and unleashed the various basic sword moves he had already mastered.

In the end, these fellows were merely a group of Soul Scholars who had yet to obtain their First Soul Ring. Their gap with Gu Han was not particularly large.

However, Gu Han possessed more systematic combat techniques, and his physical constitution was also superior to that of these children. Although they outnumbered him, defeating them only required a little extra effort.

In just a few moves, he had beaten the group of lackeys until they were sprawled all over the floor.

Gu Han raised his sword and walked toward the portly boy.

Seeing this, the other party thought Gu Han intended to cut him down. He hurriedly kicked backward while begging for mercy.

"B-Big brother, don't! I was wrong, I admit it! My grandfather is the Cold Wind City Lord. Don't kill me!"

Gu Han crouched down, grabbed the portly boy by the collar, and stared at him with a chilling gaze. "I don't care who your grandfather is. If you bother me again, don't blame the Spirit Hall for turning against you."

With that, Gu Han released the portly boy and walked straight out of the classroom.

To avoid future trouble, Gu Han had simply invoked the Spirit Hall's name. He had no time to pretend to be weak and toy around with a group of brats.

Besides, if you had connections and did not use them, wouldn't that make you an idiot?