Douluo: Neighbor Tang San Comes Over to Use My Wi-Fi

"Ugh, so annoying. Forget it, I'll just go cultivate on my own."

After some mental gymnastics and internal struggle, Bibi Dong chose to go cultivate by herself. As for that guy Nan Xuan, who had the patience to wait for him?

Back at the boys' dormitory, Chen Gao saw Nan Xuan walk in and asked with some surprise, "Nan Xuan, shouldn't you be cultivating with the class monitor right now? Why are you back at the dorm so early today? That's a bit strange."

Only after being asked did Nan Xuan realize what he had forgotten, but looking at the time, it was too late to go now. Bibi Dong would be heading back to Martial Soul Hall after cultivating for a while, and since she didn't live on campus, he simply decided not to go.

Of course, he couldn't say that, so he casually replied, "Oh, the class monitor had something to take care of and left early, so today's cultivation session was canceled."

Seeing Nan Xuan say this, Chen Gao didn't press the topic further and instead brought up Nan Xuan's soul ring.

"Nan Xuan, you absorbed your soul ring, right? I noticed you missed a class this afternoon."

Nan Xuan nodded to confirm.

"So, what is your current Soul Power Level?" asked Yang Fei, who was still doing stretches nearby.

"Ah, I just realized I forgot to have the teacher test my soul power."

Nan Xuan felt like he had been so exhausted lately that he was forgetting everything. However, he felt that it wasn't so much that he had forgotten, but rather that the teacher had been so stunned by his soul skill that it had been overlooked.

"Well, well, you can even forget that. But you need to work hard on your cultivation. I'll be reaching level 10 in a few days. Don't just focus on the class monitor all day; pay attention to your time management," Chen Gao reminded Nan Xuan with an air of seasoned wisdom.

"Nan Xuan, that guy is just jealous because he doesn't have the guts to get close to the class monitor himself. Besides, with your looks, I think you're cut out to be a kept man. Keep it up, we're all hoping to bask in your glory," Yang Tian said with a laugh, fiddling with the silver needle in his hand.

Nan Xuan didn't speak, just leaned in toward the mirror. He had to admit, he really was quite handsome.

"Nan Xuan, what is your soul skill? Can you show us?" Regarding other things, Yang Fei was more concerned with actual strength.

Nan Xuan also wanted to know the effect of his soul skill, so he nodded at Yang Fei in agreement.

Nan Xuan summoned his martial soul, the Wireless Router, and shouted, "First Soul Skill, Network Interconnection."

A streak of black light separated from Nan Xuan's martial soul and darted toward Yang Fei's head.

"..."

"Nan Xuan, did you just fire a dud?" Chen Gao's eyes widened, but he still didn't see any of the expected soul skill effects.

"Hahaha, ahahaha." Finally unable to hold it in, Chen Gao clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.

"Uh, Xuan, why don't you try again?" Yang Fei thought Nan Xuan was just nervous because it was his first time using a soul skill, so he spoke to him again.

Nan Xuan already knew the truth of the matter. His martial soul had a detection and concealment trait, so that streak of black light was invisible to others. Furthermore, he had just realized that his soul skill didn't need to be shouted to be activated.

Most importantly, his soul skill could be kept active indefinitely, and the consumption of soul power was negligible because the skill primarily consumed mental energy. However, his martial soul also had a mental amplification trait, so even that consumption was minimal.

A stream of information appeared in Nan Xuan's mind regarding Yang Fei.

"Name: Yang Fei, from Heaven Dou Empire, Aston Province, Silver Needle Village."

"Martial Soul: Silver Needle."

"Soul Power Level: 7."

"Date of Birth:..."

"Parents and Family:..."

"Personal History:...(Updated in real-time)"

Nan Xuan didn't panic at the sudden appearance of information in his mind, nor did he experience any headaches.

"It seems this is the effect of my soul skill. All that information is stored within the martial soul, and it only appears in my mind in a searchable format."

"Moreover, after I activate the soul skill, its range increases by fifteen percent for every 10 levels of my soul power. This fifteen percent is fifteen percent of the Douluo Continent. In other words, with myself as the center, the soul skill radiates outward in a circle, and I can observe all information within fifteen percent of the Douluo Continent's area."

"My current soul power should be around level 12, so I can only observe ten percent. Once I reach level 20, I'll be able to observe twenty-five percent, and at level 30, it will be forty percent."

"This soul skill is a bit overpowered; it's definitely a cheat." Nan Xuan summarized his soul skill and mentally "cursed" all those who used cheats.

"Ahem, no need to try again. I already activated the soul skill."

Nan Xuan coughed and, putting on the air of a charlatan, said, "Yang Fei, from the Heaven Dou Empire, family of four, and then..."

"Damn, your soul skill is just being a fortune teller? Come on, Master Nan, read my palm!" Chen Gao was shocked at first, then his voice suddenly shifted into a coy, girlish tone.

"Get lost," Nan Xuan said, annoyed.

The two Yang brothers were still skeptical about the authenticity of the skill, yet it felt so real.

"Hehe, does anyone else need their palm read?"

Be a charlatan? Impossible. He would never be a charlatan in his life, unless there were girls involved.

"Nan Xuan, you didn't actually investigate this beforehand, did you?" Yang Fei asked, still finding it hard to believe.

"Of course not. We're all commoners; what power would I have to investigate you? Besides, you still wet the bed..." Nan Xuan said with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

"Alright, alright, we believe you. Please, great master, put away your supernatural powers!" Yang Fei couldn't let Nan Xuan continue; if that guy Chen Gao found out, it would definitely be trouble.

"So, your soul skill counts as an auxiliary-type skill, then?" Yang Fei quickly changed the subject, wanting to move away from the previous topic.

"Oh, no, no. I think it should be a flirt-type skill, hehe." Chen Gao was becoming increasingly envious of this ability; it was truly a great tool for flirting.

Nan Xuan rolled his eyes at him and ignored him. He turned to Yang Fei and said, "I suppose so. After all, it doesn't have any offensive power."

"Don't worry about that. Even without offensive power, you can leave your back to me from now on. I, Chen Gao, will be the first to cover your back," Chen Gao said firmly, patting his chest.

"That's right, us brothers are the same. We'll definitely be able to protect you in the future." The Yang Fei brothers chimed in as well.

Nan Xuan looked at the group, his young, passionate heart stirred. He smiled and said, "Alright, from now on, as long as I have meat to eat, you'll have bones to chew on."

Chen Gao and the others: "..."

"I'm just kidding, don't mind the details. We'll all eat meat; as for the broth, that's for the dogs." Nan Xuan didn't feel any awkwardness about his previous slip of the tongue and corrected himself straight away.

"In that case, I've had a crush on a girl in the class next door lately. Could you..." Chen Gao rubbed his hands together and said with a mischievous look.

"No. Our abilities shouldn't be used for romance. If you like her, go chase her yourself. Besides, if I told you her background and something happened..." Nan Xuan flatly rejected Chen Gao's request. He couldn't just help with things like this; he still held onto the principles from his past life as his bottom line.

Chen Gao said with some disappointment, "Alright then, you're right, I shouldn't ask for help with this. It was my oversight."

Seeing Chen Gao hanging his head, lacking spirit, Nan Xuan said, "Chasing girls requires money. Since I have the ability, we can go make some."

The three of them lit up upon hearing this. They were all commoners, and Gold Soul Coins had always seemed so out of reach to them.

"But we can't start yet. None of you are Soul Masters yet. If I let you do anything without that status, it would be quite troublesome. So, work hard on your cultivation. Once you all become Soul Masters, we'll start a business and make money." Nan Xuan didn't want their minds filled only with money; he still wanted them to prioritize cultivation. Using money as a goal was more effective than any motivational speech.

From that night on, they acted as if they'd been injected with adrenaline, cultivating like madmen.

In nearly half a year, Chen Gao had already obtained his first soul ring, a century-level soul skill called Soul Devouring Break.

The Yang Fei brothers had also reached level 9 Soul Power and would reach level 10 in a short while.

During these six months, Nan Xuan and Bibi Dong's relationship remained at the level of good friends, with no further progress.

Learning that Bibi Dong's current Soul Power Level was 16, he had to admit that her talent was truly formidable, and Martial Soul Hall was putting real effort into nurturing her.

Nan Xuan's own Soul Power was currently level 15. After absorbing his soul ring last time, he went for a follow-up test and was at level 12. Three levels in half a year was a bit slow for him; in other stories, the protagonists would be skyrocketing, while he felt like he was falling behind.

However, he hadn't been without gains. He often slipped out of the academy, using information he gathered to earn some money, and then rented a shop to run an antique appraisal business. He discovered that his soul skill could identify anything. Of course, for "inanimate objects" that lacked spiritual presence, he had to expend more of his own mental energy to probe them; otherwise, he would have loved to try stone gambling.

Naturally, he wouldn't pass up such a lucrative industry, but he was held back by his lack of strength—he wouldn't be able to protect his treasures if he had them.

Inside the academy's cultivation room.

"Xiao Xuan, is your martial soul really just a support type?" Bibi Dong asked, wearing a purple dress and looking at Nan Xuan with a serious expression.

"Classmate Xiao Dong, I've been saying it for almost half a year now: I really am a support-type Soul Master." Nan Xuan helplessly spread his hands and gave a wry smile at Bibi Dong.

"Hehe, that's for the best. That way you'll never be able to beat me, so you can just stand behind me," Bibi Dong said playfully.

Bibi Dong stood up, flicking her dark pink hair. That ethereal feeling left Nan Xuan momentarily mesmerized.

Don't misunderstand; Nan Xuan didn't have a strange fetish. It was just that after being in a child's body for so long, he had grown increasingly fond of this cute style.

"Oh, right, Xiao Xuan, this semester ends in a little over a week. Do you plan on going home?" Bibi Dong sat down next to Nan Xuan and asked with a hint of nervousness.

"Probably not. I'm an orphan, and my old home is quite far away. I don't know what kind of soul beasts I might run into on the road. I plan to wait until I'm strong enough to go back and retire," Nan Xuan recalled the village chief of Iron Box Village and his deceased parents, saying this with some emotion.

"Ah, is that so? That's great."

"Ah, no, that's not what I meant."

Bibi Dong realized she had spoken wrongly and hurriedly corrected herself.

"It's fine, I know your little thoughts. You just want to find someone to play with, after all, I'm the only peer who dares to get close to you now." Nan Xuan boldly stroked Bibi Dong's soft hair.

Bibi Dong's face flushed red, and she shyly broke free from Nan Xuan's hand.

Nan Xuan felt quite happy watching Bibi Dong like this. At the very least, with him around, she would have a good childhood, and she would surely have a good adolescence, adulthood, and old age as well.

"Oh my, it's getting late, I'll head back first." Bibi Dong felt shy about Nan Xuan's previous action, so she chose to slip away.

Nan Xuan curled his lips into a smile, put his hands behind his head, and left the cultivation room as well.

Two days before the end of the semester, the Yang brothers reached level 10 and applied for a soul ring hunt.

A few days later, the two returned to the dormitory happily and demonstrated their soul skills. Well, their soul skills were identical, but they could be fused together.

To celebrate everyone in the dormitory becoming Soul Masters, Nan Xuan treated them to a meal on the second floor of the cafeteria. He had wanted to invite Bibi Dong, but his roommates still couldn't withstand her aura of death, so he gave up on the idea.

"First of all, congratulations to everyone for becoming Soul Masters." Nan Xuan raised his drink and said with a smile.