Happy Weekend!

Soon, a week of classes came to an end, and Sunday arrived as scheduled.

Unlike ordinary academies, the Soul Master Academy followed a Single Rest System. Only on Sundays could students freely arrange their own time.

Even Teacher Wu Changkong, who was usually strict, rarely assigned any Special Training tasks.

Early Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains into the dormitory as Fang Yang and the others gradually got up.

Xie Xie stretched lazily and eagerly suggested, "Hey, Fang Yang, Wulin, it's rare for us to get a break. Want to go out and relax?"

Hearing This, Tang Wulin shook his head. "Sorry, Xie Xie. I need to go to the Blacksmith Association."

"Again?"

Xie Xie frowned. "Wulin, you run to the Blacksmith Association whenever you have free time. Isn't that a bit too intense?"

Tang Wulin paused and Explained, "My Secondary Profession is blacksmithing, and besides..."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I still owe Fang Yang Soul Spirit money."

"What?"

Xie Xie abruptly turned to Looked At Fang Yang, reproach in his eyes. "Fang Yang, Wulin's family is already struggling. How could you still..."

"Xie Xie! You misunderstood Fang Yang."

Tang Wulin hurriedly interrupted him, raising his voice.

He earnestly explained, "My family is very ordinary, and they couldn't afford to buy me a Soul Spirit. So I went to learn blacksmithing. I saved Thirty Thousand over three years, but later found out that this little money couldn't even buy the most ordinary Soul Spirit..."

The dormitory suddenly fell silent, so quiet that even their breathing could be clearly heard.

Tang Wulin's voice sank, carrying a trace of bitterness. "In the end, I spent Thirty Thousand on a random Soul Spirit, and the result... was an Artificial defective Soul Spirit Grass Snake."

As he said this, Tang Wulin's fists unconsciously clenched.

That feeling of despair remained vivid in his memory even now. He had worked hard for three whole years, only to end up with that weak little grass snake.

"It was Fang Yang."

Tang Wulin raised his head, sincere gratitude shining in his eyes. "Without a word, he gave me a Hundred Year Soul Spirit. That's what I owe him for."

There were some things he did not say aloud. If not for Fang Yang's timely help!

He might never have discovered that he possessed Twin Martial Souls.

Beside them, Zhou Changxi was moved by the story and could not help patting Tang Wulin on the shoulder.

He wanted to offer some comforting words, but did not know where to begin.

Only then did Xie Xie Suddenly Realize. Somewhat embarrassed, he scratched his head. "Haji Yang, I wrongly blamed you. You're a truly loyal friend."

Fang Yang smiled helplessly and waved his hand. "It was just a small favor. Don't take it to heart."

At that moment, Xie Xie suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Oh, right, Wulin, you still haven't told me what rank your blacksmithing has reached. Every time I ask, you never give me a straight answer."

"I'm a Rank 2 Blacksmith," Tang Wulin said calmly.

Xie Xie's eyes widened as he stared at Fang Yang in shock. "What? You're a Rank 2 Blacksmith Master?"

"Wow!"

NPC Zhou Changxi beside them also cried out in surprise.

Though he did not understand blacksmithing, he knew very well about professional ranks.

A Rank 2 Professional could easily support themselves and already possessed the ability to survive in society.

A Rank 3 Professional represented a qualitative leap. At that level, one had already crossed the threshold into the Upper Class.

And once one reached Rank 5 Professional, no matter the profession, they would be considered part of society's true Elite Class—an existence known as a Grandmaster.

Judging by the financial circumstances of the four dormmates, Xie Xie was naturally the richest as the young master of Eastsea City's Xie Family.

Fang Yang came next. His usual spending habits made it clear that he had money.

After all, the Spirit Pagoda had always been known for its vast wealth and had never spared any effort in nurturing its core members.

Zhou Changxi and Tang Wulin were comparatively ordinary. However, Tang Wulin could already support himself through his blacksmithing income, while Zhou Changxi still had to rely on support from his family.

Xie Xie's eyes darted around as though he had suddenly thought of something. He threw an arm around Tang Wulin's neck. "Wulin, we're brothers, right?"

Fang Yang saw through Xie Xie's thoughts at once. "Haji Xie, don't think I don't know what you're planning."

As the young master of Eastsea City's Xie Family, Xie Xie came from a famous family of Mecha Masters.

His greatest dream was to become a top-tier Mecha Master.

Building mechas required vast quantities of high-quality metal materials. If he could form a deep friendship with a blacksmith of limitless potential, it would naturally be of great benefit to his future.

Even after being exposed, Xie Xie was not annoyed. Instead, he chuckled. "How could that be?"

He turned to Tang Wulin and patted his chest in assurance. "Wulin, how about helping me forge some mecha parts in the future? Don't worry, I'll absolutely pay the highest market price. I definitely won't let you lose out."

Tang Wulin laughed at his appearance and nodded helplessly. "All right. Once my skills are good enough, I'll definitely help you."

"Good brothers for life!" Xie Xie excitedly tightened his arm around Tang Wulin's shoulder, his face brimming with a sincere smile.

And just like that, Xie Xie married Tang Wulin in the future, and they lived happily together for the rest of their lives.

Ahem, of course that was fake.

"Alright, alright. I'm heading to the Blacksmith Association first. We can go another time when we're free."

Tang Wulin smiled as he broke free from Xie Xie's "demonic claws," then turned and left the dormitory.

Xie Xie immediately turned his gaze to Fang Yang, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

Seeing this, Fang Yang hastily took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "Nope, Xie Xie. I'm not interested in men—I already have Gu Yue!"

"Tch! What's so good about women? They only slow down my cultivation."

Xie Xie curled his lip and deliberately put on a look of disdain.

Fang Yang straightened his collar, unable to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth. "Perfect, then. I'm going to find Gu Yue."

"Traitor!"

Xie Xie glared at Fang Yang through gritted teeth. "Haji Yang, you traitor to the Single Dogs Association! Didn't we agree to stay single until graduation?"

Fang Yang burst out laughing as he walked out of the dormitory, leaving Xie Xie hopping mad inside.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto Xie Xie as he looked at Zhou Changxi, the only one left in the dorm.

Xie Xie shrugged helplessly and turned to Zhou Changxi. "Well, looks like it's just the two of us again."

Hearing this, Zhou Changxi's body visibly stiffened.

He quietly edged two steps toward the door, and a fine sheen of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Just as Xie Xie was about to speak, Zhou Changxi hurriedly cut in. "Um... Xie Xie, I just remembered I have something urgent to take care of!"

Before he had even finished speaking, he dashed toward the door at the speed of a hundred-meter sprint.

"Hey? Wait!"

Xie Xie's outstretched hand froze in midair. He stared blankly at Zhou Changxi's retreating figure as he bolted out the door. "I haven't even finished talking..."

The dormitory door closed again. Xie Xie stood there alone, his expression gradually shifting from confusion to disbelief. "I was just about to ask where we should go have fun. Why did that guy run off?"

He scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Am I really that scary?"

Xie Xie even checked himself in the mirror. "I'm clearly pretty handsome..."

In the empty dormitory, Xie Xie sighed and flopped spread-eagled onto his bed. "Alright, looks like I'm destined to spend today alone..."

But on second thought, he suddenly sat up, his eyes lighting up. "No! I have to go out. What if I run into some peach blossom luck?"