Old Jack Nearly Dropped Dead, Second Update

Old Jack Nearly Dropped Dead, Second Update

Qin Feng stood frozen in place as a status panel appeared before his eyes.

Host: Qin Feng

Gender: Male

Age: 6

Level: Level 9 Spirit Scholar

First Martial Soul: Two-Form Heavenly Gang Hammer

Second Martial Soul: None

Soul Power: 100/90000

"Child, what's wrong?!"

Old Jack watched as Qin Feng, who had been bouncing around moments ago, suddenly stopped. It scared him half to death.

This was the treasure of Holy Spirit Village. Nothing could happen to him.

It had been many years since the village had produced anyone capable of cultivating as a Spirit Master, especially a youngster like Xiao Feng, who had started as a Level 2 Spirit Scholar and possessed an offensive hammer Martial Soul.

Old Jack came to Qin Feng's side, where he stood as motionless as a statue. Suddenly, a flash of light blinded Old Jack, and the powerful Soul Power within nearly knocked him over.

"Deep yellow light?! Level... Level 9 Spirit Scholar!!!"

Old Jack's pupils shrank. His breathing quickened, and his hands shook nonstop, making him look as though he were having a seizure.

After awakening their Martial Souls, Spirit Scholars would emit different lights whenever they advanced in level. Deep yellow was the mark of Level 9!!

"G-Grandpa Jack, what's wrong with you?"

Tang San hurried over to support him.

Only then did Old Jack, red-faced and breathing heavily, gradually calm down. Even so, his hand remained tightly clutched over his chest.

"What happened to Grandpa Jack?"

Qin Feng snapped back to his senses. That sudden level-up had inexplicably sent him into a blank state.

"Child, it's... it's nothing. Grandpa is just too happy."

Old Jack tightly grasped Qin Feng's hand.

His sharp, withered-branch-like hand gripped Qin Feng so tightly that the bones dug into his skin painfully.

"Child, you've become a Level 9 Spirit Scholar?"

A brilliant gleam surged through Old Jack's cloudy eyes.

"Mhm."

Qin Feng nodded.

Hiss!

The moment Old Jack heard that, his head spun and his heart clenched violently!

Hadn't he still been a Level 2 Spirit Scholar yesterday? In just one night, he had advanced to Level 9 Spirit Scholar?!

Even that legendary Soul Saint senior had not been this outrageous back then. Just what kind of freak had that shabby blacksmith picked up?!

Old Jack was nearly shocked into a heart attack and almost died on the spot with a smile on his face.

If Qin Feng had not been standing right before him, he would have thought he was dreaming!

"Xiao Feng, you advanced to Level 9 Spirit Scholar in a single day?"

Old Jack asked again.

"Yes, Grandpa Jack."

Qin Feng nodded firmly. There was nothing to hide.

"H-Holy Spirit Village has produced a genius!"

Old Jack clenched his trembling hands tightly. The countless wrinkles on his face quivered. Though he had prepared himself, he still could not suppress his excitement.

Old Jack had lived in Holy Spirit Village since childhood, yet he had never seen anyone advance even one level in such a short time. To rise from a Level 2 Spirit Scholar to a Level 9 Spirit Scholar was utterly unprecedented!

Now there was one with Innate Full Soul Power and another little monster who leveled up at an absurd rate. Was the slumbering Holy Spirit Village finally about to awaken?!

"Thank you, Lord Soul Saint! Thank you, Lord Soul Saint, for blessing our Holy Spirit Village!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, Old Jack knelt at the village entrance and repeatedly offered thanks toward the plaque of Holy Spirit Village.

Tang San and Qin Feng exchanged identical looks. They seemingly had nothing to do with that legendary Soul Saint at all, did they?

Still, neither of them showed any sign of it. Instead, they obediently stood beside Old Jack.

Without Old Jack, how could they have gone to a junior Soul Master academy? Both of them were sincerely grateful to him.

Soon, the three of them boarded a carriage.

"Compared to my useless grandsons, you two are like heaven and earth. I really don't know what blessings that drunkard Tang Hao accumulated in his previous life."

Inside the carriage, Old Jack looked at Qin Feng and Tang San, wishing more than ever that these two children were his grandsons.

"Why does Xiao San look so downcast? Are you missing that drunkard father of yours?"

After the carriage had traveled for a while, the earlier laughter and merriment gave way to silence.

"A little."

Tang San nodded his little head slightly.

Though he was a transmigrator, Tang Hao was still his biological father. The two of them had depended on each other in the village for so many years. It would be a lie to say he felt nothing.

"Don't think too much about it. You'll make more friends at the academy and learn more things. It'll be far more fun than staying in the village."

Old Jack comforted Tang San.

Afterward, Old Jack patiently introduced Tang San to everything he knew about the outside world.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng slowly lay down beside them. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he fell completely asleep.

If they were comparing familiarity with Douluo Continent, Old Jack might be a book, but Qin Feng was a library.

After all, he had once been a devoted Douluo fan.

"We've arrived at Notting City."

Holy Spirit Village was not far from Notting City. Walking would take around half a day, while a carriage was somewhat faster and could get there in two or three hours.

Old Jack had been delayed until noon by matters that morning. If they had walked there, they likely would have missed registration at the Soul Master Academy, so Old Jack had spent a small fortune to hire a carriage.

The three got out of the carriage. Notting City was not a large city, but since it was close to the border of the Heaven Dou Empire, its defenses were strict. Only after undergoing an inspection were they allowed into the city.

"Xiao San, Xiao Feng, after Grandpa takes you to the academy, I'll head back first. You must behave yourselves. Grandpa will come pick you up after this term ends."

Old Jack spoke to Tang San and Qin Feng, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Grandpa Jack, are you leaving in such a hurry? But the carriage has already gone. Why not stay at an inn and leave tomorrow instead?"

Qin Feng looked at Old Jack. Old Jack had already dismissed the carriage. If he left after taking them to the academy, he would probably have to return to the village in the dark.

"Child, how could poor folk like us afford to stay at an inn in the city? It's fine that the carriage is gone. Grandpa can slowly walk back. Remember, you must study hard at Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy. Once you become Spirit Masters, all of Holy Spirit Village will be proud of you. Even if Grandpa has to work harder and suffer more now, it will all be worth it."

After a bitter smile, Old Jack patted Qin Feng's head. He felt deeply gratified by how sensible Qin Feng was.

The three walked through the city. Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy was in western Notting City.

After some twists and turns, they finally found the academy's exact location.

From afar, they saw a tall archway, entirely constructed from finely carved premium granite. Beneath it stood two dark iron gates, which were also forged from high-grade refined iron.

"Notting Academy."

Four gilded characters in the center of the premium granite archway stood out brilliantly.

This was merely a junior academy, yet it was already so luxurious and imposing. It indirectly showed just how important the profession of Spirit Master was on Douluo Continent.

"You country bumpkins, stop blocking the way!"

Just as the three were about to step forward and ask, a young gatekeeper suddenly walked toward them and shouted angrily.

Ding! Mission activated.