In the end, an arm could not twist a thigh. Wang Chuan had "graduated."
At the very moment he left the Clan School, Wang Chuan cast one unwilling glance at the familiar gates and muttered in dissatisfaction.
"Damn it, if they won't let me freeload here, I'll freeload somewhere else!"
Then Wang Chuan marched away from that place of sorrow with his head held high.
Yet even as he left, Wang Chuan's Super Intelligence kept running without pause.
According to his original plan, he should have been able to swindle several more people from the main line out of tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins. How had he been driven out of the Clan School through such a series of maneuvers? Where had things gone wrong?
It was not until that night that Wang Chuan figured out what he had miscalculated.
He had underestimated the main line's moral bottom line, assuming they were all like Yu Xiaogang, those pieces of trash, and Yu Dalong.
At the same time, he had overlooked the cultivation of people his own age.
Without considering any other additional abilities, his normal state already possessed combat strength at the Soul Ancestor level.
And Wang Chuan was only thirteen now. Even Yu Tianheng and the other one, who would later be known as the Blue Lightning Twin Stars, would only barely reach level thirty-nine at eighteen. It was clear just how abysmal the talents of everyone beneath them were.
Thus, the main line did have Soul Ancestor experts capable of defeating him.
But they would only earn themselves a reputation for bullying the young, so who would go looking for that kind of trouble?
Yet they could not simply leave a problem child like him alone, which was why he had ultimately been expelled and cold-shouldered.
After figuring this out, Wang Chuan fell silent for a while, then punched his bed as though he had lost hundreds of thousands of Gold Soul Coins.
"Damn it! If I'd known, I should've just thrown the match back then! I could've kept mooching food and drink at the Clan School!"
Watching Wang Chuan's retreating back, the dean smiled in relief.
"Good. The Second Master's assignment is complete."
Then the dean's smile grew ever more cheerful.
Because of Wang Chuan's enormous appetite, every meal he ate now amounted to food for a hundred people. In the past, the dean could skim a little profit from the Clan School's food budget, but in recent years, he had not gotten a single coin.
His subordinates had even reported that Wang Chuan's appetite had increased again recently. If it continued, he would have had no choice but to submit a request for subsidies.
But in his view, Wang Chuan had publicly humiliated the main line. Those above would either refuse the request or deliberately hold it up.
Then, to keep his subordinates from becoming dissatisfied over poor meals and damaging his prestige, he would have had to pay out of pocket.
Now that Yu Luomian had assigned him this task, it could not have suited his wishes better.
At the same time, the dean could not help sighing. Why had he never thought of using such a method to get rid of troublesome students before?
Indeed, one was never too old to learn.
The fact that the homeroom teacher had directly called Wang Chuan away, followed by Wang Chuan disappearing without a trace, naturally could not be concealed.
After Wang Chuan's neighbors made a few discreet inquiries, the full story surfaced.
It was then reported upward through the ranks and eventually reached the elders, who had no choice but to praise Yu Luomian's methods.
This move had not displayed the main line's martial strength, but it had demonstrated the main line's authority and benevolence.
That was right. No one his age could defeat Wang Chuan, but they could simply arrange for him to graduate reasonably. That way, he could no longer stir up trouble.
Then, with the passage of time, Wang Chuan's matter would naturally be gradually forgotten.
Before long, another rumor also began circulating among the students.
The elders praised Wang Chuan's current strength as unmatched among his peers, but said that his talent was a fatal weakness.
Without corresponding Soul Power cultivation, no matter how outstanding his physical talent was, he would eventually fade into obscurity.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Spirit was different. Beginning at the Soul Ancestor rank, its wielders could cultivate the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique. By then, they would certainly not be weaker than Wang Chuan.
Moreover, even those with the worst Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Spirit talent could cultivate to Soul Saint. Once they possessed a Martial Soul Avatar, no matter how strong Wang Chuan's body was, he would be nothing more than a slightly larger ant.
Through such subtle influence, the impact of Wang Chuan defeating members of the main line gradually diminished until everyone forgot about it.
The next day, Wang Chuan regained his composure. Now that he had figured out why he had failed, there was no point in continuing to dwell on it.
So Wang Chuan began taking stock of his current assets.
The two Spirit Beasts he had hunted earlier had sold for thirty-two thousand, and he had swindled another thirty thousand from Yu Xiaogang and ten thousand from Yu Dalong. Adding the scattered assets his parents had left behind at home—
After making a rough estimate, Wang Chuan found that he was a modestly wealthy man with nearly eighty thousand Gold Soul Coins in savings. If he ate sparingly, the money should last him a year.
Wang Chuan immediately grew dejected. If he had not been expelled, he would not have had to spend this money, and he could have eaten for another decade or so.
Gulp. Spending his own money really hurt.
After giving it some thought, Wang Chuan concluded that, with his hunting experience, Wang Lie judged his strength to be comparable to a branch-line Spirit King. He was already considered a minor expert on the Douluo Continent, and survival would not be too difficult.
But Wang Chuan knew that such strength alone was not enough to travel the continent freely.
So Wang Chuan decided to keep developing for a while longer!
Thus, over the following year, Wang Chuan continued training desperately and spent his own money buying large quantities of Spirit Beast meat to nourish himself. Both his physical body and Soul Power cultivation grew rapidly.
After another spar with Wang Lie, Wang Lie's assessment of Wang Chuan had risen to the Soul Emperor level.
If Shave was added to the equation, then in complex terrain, even a Soul Saint would be unable to keep Wang Chuan behind.
And Wang Chuan knew very well that in this era, when titled experts rarely roamed about, Soul Douluos were the decision-makers of the major powers and would not act casually.
Therefore, being able to escape from anyone beneath the Soul Saint rank meant that his ability to preserve his life on the Douluo Continent was basically assured.
After all, Wang Chuan had no intention of following that nonsense about those who dared not cause trouble being mediocrities.
When he traveled the continent in the future, Wang Chuan's focus would be hunting Spirit Beasts and contributing to his Haki cultivation.
After briefly bidding Wang Lie farewell, Wang Chuan began his journey alone.
And Wang Chuan's first stop was naturally Sunset Forest.
After all, he had already eaten through his eighty thousand Gold Soul Coins. If he did not find a source of income now, how would he get by on the Douluo Continent once he ran out of money?
Following the familiar road, Wang Chuan arrived at Soul Hunting Town, where he had once entered Soul Hunting Forest with Wang Lie.
The moment he approached, the familiar bustling atmosphere washed over him.
People selling all sorts of supplies, people shouting to form teams, people who had just returned from hunting—every facet of an ordinary Spirit Master's life lay before his eyes.
But Wang Chuan merely swept his gaze over the scene before withdrawing it.
Before coming here, he had already replenished his supplies. He had no intention of immediately entering the Mixed Zone to hunt ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts. He only planned to hunt some hundred-year and thousand-year ones first, to practice and regain his touch.
Thus, Wang Chuan's goal was clear as he headed straight for Sunset Forest.
But just as Wang Chuan reached the end of Soul Hunting Town, a burly figure caught his attention.
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