Development Toward the Soul Tool Department?

Hearing Lin Chen say that, Zhou Mingxing's eyes lit up. "What method?"

Lin Chen slowly uttered three words: "Soul Tools."

Zhou Mingxing asked in confusion, "Soul Tools? But hasn't Shrek always looked down on Soul Tools?"

"That's right, Shrek has always looked down on Soul Tools. But you're a Food System Soul Master. You lack offensive means and the ability to protect yourself, and Soul Tools can make up for that weakness. Secondly, I personally believe Soul Tools are extremely useful. The Sun Moon Empire defeated the three former nations of the Douluo Continent that were equipped with Tang Sect Hidden Weapons by relying on Soul Tools. That alone proves how powerful Soul Tools are. The existence of anything means humanity has a need for it. Soul Tools are a product of the times." Lin Chen patiently explained to Zhou Mingxing.

"That does seem to make some sense."

"Think it over carefully yourself. What I said is only a suggestion. The decision is still yours." Lin Chen added another sentence. He had never been in the habit of forcing others.

Afterward, Lin Chen and Zhou Mingxing continued watching the matches on the Soul Fighting Platform.

In matches like these, there was no question of whether Soul Skills would be exposed. Unless it was a Soul Skill you had not used in battle, everyone could see it.

But Lin Chen was an exception. Not just anyone could understand Lingbo Weibu. Even if they noticed something, they would still need time to practice it.

However, Lin Chen also noticed that apart from Zhou Yuan's team, the other teams had no more than two Soul Grandmasters. Most had only one Soul Grandmaster, while the majority were One-Ring Soul Masters—and normal One-Ring Soul Masters, not cheat accounts like Huo Yuhao.

So there was no need to worry about the upcoming matches. Lin Chen's group would most likely win all ten battles. Today's first match had been the toughest, and they had already made it through.

The morning passed in the blink of an eye. By the time they left the Soul Fighting Arena, it was already lunchtime.

Along the way, they saw quite a few freshmen being carried out from the entrance of the Soul Fighting Arena.

The bloodstains, the bandages—one look was enough to tell how badly it hurt!

No one would die, of course, but it still made the fierce and brutal competition within Shrek Academy abundantly clear.

The number one academy on the Douluo Continent had not earned its name through boasting. It had fought its way there!

The two entered the Cafeteria and each ordered the best set meal. First, to celebrate their opening victory; second, to replenish their nutrition and prepare for the matches ahead.

Lin Chen knew Zhou Mingxing was not short on money.

While they were eating, a childish girl's voice interrupted Lin Chen, who was stuffing himself, and Zhou Mingxing, who was eating at a leisurely pace.

"Little Earth!"

Lin Chen turned around. Wasn't it Huo Gua's group of three, who had just finished their own match?

"Well, if it isn't our little pet?" Lin Chen teased Xiao Xiao. She was simply too adorable. Sometimes, when he gave Xiao Xiao Milk Tea, he truly felt like he was feeding a little pet.

"Lin Xiaotu!"

"What? You can call me Little Earth, but I can't call you little pet?" Lin Chen patiently "reasoned" with Xiao Xiao.

"You! You'd better not run into me during the assessment, or I'll smash you to death with my cauldron, you bastard!" Xiao Xiao said viciously.

"Alright, alright. Our Xiao Xiao is the strongest. Here, try this big chicken leg."

Xiao Xiao's anger instantly vanished. She snatched Lin Chen's chicken leg and tore into it, mumbling through a mouthful of food, "Mm, at least you still have a conscience."

This little girl really forgot everything the moment she saw food.

Sure enough, the reason she had enough strength to smash people with the Three Lives Soul Suppressing Cauldron was entirely because she ate so much.

"Little Earth, go... go get me a serving... a serving of the same set meal as the Squad Leader and the others." Xiao Xiao spoke haltingly as she gnawed on the chicken leg.

Lin Chen nodded and went to get Xiao Xiao a lunch set.

At the table, Huo Yuhao said, "Lin Chen, I heard you won today. Congratulations."

"Didn't you win too? Same to you."

Actually, Lin Chen did not dislike the two of them. They were both kind-hearted people by nature, it was just... sigh, better left unsaid.

"What's the situation in your bracket?" Wang Dong asked.

"Other than our group, among the remaining nine groups, only one group is entirely made up of Soul Grandmasters. Two groups have one Soul Grandmaster, and the other six are all One-Ring Soul Masters."

"What about yours?" Lin Chen asked in return. Information went both ways. Having been shrewd in his previous life, Lin Chen naturally would not let himself lose out.

"In our group, two teams are entirely made up of Soul Grandmasters, three teams have one Soul Grandmaster, and the other five are all One-Ring Soul Masters," Huo Yuhao answered.

Hearing this, Lin Chen secretly thought, Looks like even the Son of Destiny has to face tougher matches.

After exchanging information, everyone returned to their respective Dormitories.

It was worth mentioning that Lin Chen and Zhou Mingxing went back with Huo Yuhao's group.

"Lin Chen, why have you kept such a low profile over the past three months?" Wang Dong asked him. As a fellow genius, Wang Dong was extremely proud and had been a commanding presence in class, completely opposite to Lin Chen. If Lin Chen had not possessed the same ultra-limit Soul Ring configuration as her, along with the Seven Kill Sword—a Tool Martial Soul capable of competing with the Clear Sky Hammer for the title of number one Tool Martial Soul—Wang Dong would never have noticed him. Thus, although Lin Chen had little presence over the past three months, Wang Dong had still kept an eye on him.

"Nothing much. Studying hard is what matters most," Lin Chen replied casually.

"Men's mouths are lying ghosts," Wang Dong muttered.

"Aren't you a man?" Lin Chen retorted.

Wang Dong's face instantly turned red. She shot Lin Chen a glare and snapped, "You're the one who isn't a man! No one in your family is a man!"

After saying that, she directly used Martial Soul Possession and flew back to the Dormitory, leaving the other three staring at one another.

"Wh-what happened to Wang Dong?" Huo Yuhao asked in confusion.

I know, but I can't tell you. Lin Chen thought to himself, but outwardly he said, "No idea. Squad Leader, you should go back and check on her."

"Alright, I'll get going first." With that, Huo Yuhao jogged back to the Dormitory.

Lin Xiaolei's injuries were not serious. After resting until the afternoon match, she had fully recovered. The team Lin Chen's group faced that afternoon had only one Soul Grandmaster, so they won easily. Zhou Mingxing did not even need to use his Mango Dumplings.

That left Zhou Mingxing feeling rather uninvolved, as though he had gone onstage purely to watch the show.

After dinner, Lin Chen went out to set up his stall again, while Zhou Mingxing stayed in the Dormitory, cultivating as he contemplated what Lin Chen had told him that morning.

As usual, Lin Chen arrived at his familiar spot. After making his preparations, he began selling his Milk Tea.

Every night, the main road outside the east gate was packed with a constant stream of people, and Lin Chen pocketed one fortune after another.

Lin Chen was busy when a familiar voice came from nearby. "Give me a cup."