There Are No Useless Martial Souls, Only Useless Soul Masters

But after seeing the direction Lan Changsheng had fled in, Tang Hao shook his head.

Compared to Zhou Xiu's madness, this hometown fellow was far too cautious.

At the first sign of trouble, he ran toward the Balak Kingdom. He might even flee all the way to Spirit Hall.

Was he called Lan Changsheng, or Lan Runrun?

Tang Hao was speechless.

However, besides this information, the intelligence King Ilisa had sent over also contained a stack of papers.

A stack of very interesting papers.

Tang Hao took them out and flipped through them. Stroke after stroke had been drawn on the papers in sequence, eventually overlapping to form a crooked pattern.

"Talismans."

When Tang Hao saw this stack of papers, that was the only thought left in his mind.

There was no doubt that Lan Changsheng had drawn these Talismans in the Chaotic Star Tavern he had rented.

Cultivation, cultivation. Having Talismans was perfectly normal.

But what astonished Tang Hao was that the Iliza Royal Family had managed to recreate the Talismans he had drawn there even after he had already left.

And the person who had accomplished this was merely a Soul Master who had just reached level nineteen.

A Soul Master whose Martial Soul was Milk, whose only Soul Skill was Diffusing Milk, followed by slow coagulation.

It could be called an utterly useless Martial Soul.

But there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters!

This person's ability was worthless in battle, but when it came to coagulating Milk to trace clues and reveal Talisman patterns—

He was even more capable than a Titled Douluo.

At the same time, it also reflected just how deep the Iliza Royal Family's foundations were. They even had talents with Soul Skills like this.

With a flip of his hand, Tang Hao carefully put away the stack of Talisman patterns and placed them in a Jade Box.

The method of drawing Talismans from a cultivation world was absolutely a great treasure in Douluo Continent.

Tang Hao felt that if he could figure out the effects of these Talismans, he might be able to apply them to his future armor.

And complete his armor-making plan.

Even if he could not, he could still show them to some geniuses of this world.

Ever since Ye Xilan had obtained a Martial Art and comprehended her own method from it, Tang Hao had known that although Douluo Continent's fantasy level was rather poor—

Its people were not lacking in talent.

What they lacked was merely an opportunity, an opportunity that could breathe life into their wisdom.

Then, he could also ride the coattails of these geniuses' brilliant ideas and obtain a new supernatural technique.

With a smile, he put away the intelligence and gains concerning Lan Changsheng, then turned his attention to Zhou Xiu.

"Innate Soul Power level two? A Miao Dao Martial Soul?"

Tang Hao frowned slightly as he looked at the information provided by the Iliza Royal Family.

Something was wrong.

Shrek Academy was an academy that only recruited monsters.

And Innate Soul Power level two was definitely not monster-level talent.

However, Martial Soul awakening information within the Heaven Dou Empire was jointly controlled by the empire's nobles and Spirit Hall.

Spirit Hall could investigate it, and within the Heaven Dou Empire, the kingdom nobles and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family could investigate it as well.

Therefore, this information could not be wrong, and there was no reason for the Iliza Royal Family to deceive him about this.

"So Zhou Xiu got in through the back door using his Golden Finger ability?"

Tang Hao was speechless, but other than that possibility, he could not think of why Shrek Academy would be willing to accept him as a student.

Only,

"Even someone with such a powerful Golden Finger ability was driven out by those people."

"Shrek Academy can now truly be considered a monster academy."

"It only accepts monsters, not ordinary people."

"Headmaster Flender's words really weren't wrong."

Tang Hao gave a bitter smile, his head aching slightly.

Monsters.

These Transmigrators with Golden Fingers were not just monsters to ordinary people. Even to him, they were monsters.

The troublesome kind.

"But fortunately, they should all have just transmigrated here. Their consciences are still intact, and even with Golden Fingers, they probably won't cause too much trouble."

At least not in the short term.

Tang Hao added that sentence in his heart.

After all, although people always said that one could fall into depravity very quickly, in an instant—

Just as becoming a good person was difficult, falling into depravity was difficult as well.

To suddenly violate the moral bottom line one had upheld for the first half of one's life, to deny the convictions one had maintained for the first half of one's life—

That was not easy.

Moreover, that could be seen from the fact that Zhou Xiu had merely been expelled by them rather than killed.

They still possessed the most basic moral bottom line.

In the room, Tang Hao quietly used the clues at hand to analyze certain things he could confirm.

But unfortunately, no matter how much he analyzed, he could only piece together the past images of the Transmigrators.

He had no idea what those Transmigrator hometown fellows might do now or in the future.

After all, it was difficult for someone to immediately deny the convictions of the first half of their life, but if that time was stretched out a little, it became very easy.

Especially since Douluo Continent was absolutely not a civilized society.

Here, the strong were always right. The strong preyed upon the weak. Prostitutes, slaves, nobles, the gap between them and commoners—it was like a giant dye vat.

It would rapidly corrupt these Transmigrator hometown fellows, making them abandon their past convictions and begin indulging themselves in arson, murder, plunder, spending their days in brothels, and bullying the weak with their strength...

Tang Hao estimated that it would take three months for them to fall.

Just like the interns he had seen at work in the past. At first, they were proud and ambitious, determined to reform the workplace.

But after three months of internship, society's great dye vat would wear down their edges and turn them into screws on an assembly line.

Perhaps the Transmigrator hometown fellows had Golden Fingers, ability, and enough pride to withstand society's great dye vat.

But Tang Hao did not place his hopes on that. At most, he would double the time.

Half a year.

That was the final deadline he believed before Shrek Academy's Transmigrator hometown fellows would be dragged down by Douluo Continent's social dye vat.

Therefore, the time he had left to cultivate in peace should only be—

Four months.

"Four months. The Dragon Transformation Secret Method can consume ten Spirit Bones."

"But if I want my strength to rise another level, for my physical strength and Martial Soul to become stronger, then the number of Spirit Bones I need would be roughly..."

"Thirty!"

Or three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones would work as well.

He was currently level ninety-six in Soul Power, but his physical strength was at level ninety-seven, as was his Martial Soul's power.

The next step up would be level ninety-eight.

And if he could reach level ninety-eight, Tang Hao felt that with Explode Ring, he would be able to contend with a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo like Qian Daoliu.

This was also the fastest method of increasing his strength among the cultivation Secret Arts he currently possessed.

Aside from that, he only had one method left.

Tang Hao opened his palm, and a ball of light quietly appeared in his hand.

Golden Finger.

Kill monsters, get light orbs!