Half a Year Later, Leaving Notting Academy

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

During these six months, Wang Xian spent most of his time training and fighting.

Because his Martial Soul had been cultivated to D-Rank quality, his cultivation speed had also improved significantly.

After half a year of practice, his Soul Power Level had risen from the original twelve to fourteen.

Improving by one level every three months on average—this speed was already extremely fast.

Aside from his Soul Power Level, his greatest harvest was the Cultivation Points.

In half a year, he had obtained a total of 2,500 Cultivation Points.

He had already challenged most of the people at Notting Academy, and it was difficult to squeeze any more Cultivation Points out of them.

Fortunately, there was still the Soul Fighting Arena, where he could always encounter new opponents, though the vast majority of people there did not have very high-quality Martial Souls; the highest were only E-Rank.

After all, truly capable Soul Masters would not stay in a small place like Notting City.

Being able to save up 2,500 points was entirely due to a stroke of luck.

A month ago, he encountered an opponent at the Soul Fighting Arena who possessed a D-Rank Martial Soul.

That person was not old, and their Soul Power was not particularly high, but the quality of their Martial Soul was there.

After the fight and a training session, it directly gave him 1,000 Cultivation Points.

With such a large windfall all at once, Wang Xian was excited for several days.

Unfortunately, he never encountered an opponent of that caliber again.

Additionally, two relatively important things happened during these six months.

The first was Tang San's second challenge.

After fusing with a Soul Ring, Tang San regained his confidence under the encouragement of Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San felt that he could definitely defeat Wang Xian, so he took the initiative to come find him for another match.

The result had no suspense.

Although Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had the enhancement of a Soul Ring and was stronger than before, it was still far inferior compared to Wang Xian's Blue Silver Grass.

When his vines wrapped around, they collided with Wang Xian's vines and were instantly shredded by the Sharpness of the barbs.

And when Wang Xian's vines wrapped around him, Tang San still could not break free, exactly the same as half a year ago.

Defeated for the second time, Tang San's face was even uglier than the first time, but he didn't say a word, turned around, and left.

And defeating Tang San for the second time also confirmed Wang Xian's previous hypothesis.

To capture the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, one indeed had to defeat Tang San twice.

This second time, he successfully captured the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.

The Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul was also a top-tier Martial Soul and was of A-Rank quality.

The second was Xiao Wu; this willful Rogue Rabbit had always wanted to be the boss.

So, after she condensed her Soul Ring, she also couldn't wait to come and challenge him.

She felt that her Soft Technique combined with the amplification of her Soul Ring should be enough to go toe-to-toe with Wang Xian.

But the result was the same; Xiao Wu's speed was indeed much faster, but Wang Xian's Blue Silver Grass was spread out in all directions, and she simply couldn't get close to him.

After finally dodging a few vines and rushing to his front, her feet were already entangled; with a pull and a tug, she was thrown directly to the ground.

In the end, she also suffered a miserable defeat at the hands of Wang Xian.

Neither of them could figure it out; they had clearly become stronger, so why were they still unable to win?

It wasn't just the two of them who couldn't figure it out; even Yu Xiaogang couldn't understand it.

His own disciple, Tang San, was clearly a genius with Innate Full Soul Power, and he was even cultivating according to his theories on Soul Ring fusion.

How could he possibly be unable to defeat Wang Xian, a mutated Blue Silver Grass Soul Master who hadn't even obtained a Soul Ring?

For a time, Yu Xiaogang felt even more annoyed in his heart.

He thought that if he had taken Wang Xian as his disciple the moment he first saw him, there wouldn't be so many issues now.

But he didn't know that even if he had taken Wang Xian as his disciple at the very first moment, Wang Xian would never have agreed to it.

Inside Notting Academy, Wang Xian had just finished his training at the Back Mountain and returned to the dormitory.

At this time, everyone else in the dormitory had gone to the cafeteria to eat, so he was the only one there.

Looking at this empty dormitory, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in Wang Xian's eyes.

After all, having lived here for over a year, he had some small amount of affection for this place.

However, the brilliance quickly vanished, replaced by determination.

Having stayed at Notting Academy for a year and a half, Wang Xian knew it was time for him to leave.

"Breaking through to level ten in a year and a half, and obtaining a Soul Ring, shouldn't be considered too prominent. After all, here at the academy, in the eyes of most people, I am just the owner of a mutated Martial Soul."

Wang Xian thought silently to himself.

The formidable combat prowess he displayed at Notting Academy had already led everyone to assume he possessed a mutated Martial Soul.

Therefore, it was acceptable that his cultivation speed was somewhat faster than that of someone with Innate Soul Power of level three.

Having already obtained his First Soul Ring long ago, there was no great use for him to remain here.

He had already mastered all the knowledge taught at the primary academy.

Moreover, staying in the academy meant he was frequently targeted by the likes of Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, and Xiao Wu.

Not to mention that Tang Hao, a Title Douluo, was lurking in the shadows.

Continuing to stay here could hardly be considered a good thing.

Since he had already captured the data on the Martial Souls of both Tang San and Xiao Wu, it was time to leave this place and head to a higher-level academy.

Having made this decision, Wang Xian did not waste any time.

He sat on the edge of his bed, pulled a sheet of paper from his pack, spread it across his knees, and picked up a pen to write a letter.

The letter was short, consisting of only a few lines stating that he was graduating early and leaving, wishing everyone well in their cultivation, and hoping to meet again if fate allowed.

After finishing, he folded the paper and tucked it under Wang Sheng's pillow.

He then packed his belongings, folded his school uniform neatly on the bed, and finally took one last look around the dormitory where he had lived for nearly two years.

The wooden bed frame, the yellowing walls, and the corner of the paper covering the window that was torn, whistling whenever the wind blew.

He didn't have many possessions, but having lived here for so long, he felt a lingering, indescribable emotion as he prepared to leave.

Wang Xian withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked out of the dormitory, heading straight for the Academic Affairs Office.

Director Su was sitting at his desk drinking tea; seeing Wang Xian enter, he set down his cup and smiled. "Wang Xian? Is something the matter?"

"Director Su, I would like to graduate early," Wang Xian said, getting straight to the point.

Director Su was taken aback, his smile freezing for a moment before he frowned. "Graduate early? Have you broken through to level ten?"

"I have," Wang Xian nodded.

Director Su looked him up and down, his gaze filled with a mixture of surprise and skepticism.

A Blue Silver Grass with Innate Soul Power of level three, and he had reached level ten after only a year and a half of enrollment?

Had this Martial Soul mutation increased his cultivation speed as well?

This speed was certainly noteworthy, even within Notting Academy.

"When did this happen?" Director Su asked.

Wang Xian smiled slightly. "Have you forgotten that I took leave a while ago?"

Director Su paused, then slapped his forehead in realization. "Oh, right, you took seven days off, saying you had family matters. So, you went to obtain your Soul Ring back then?"

Wang Xian did not deny it, simply nodding.

Director Su leaned back in his chair, silent for a moment, his expression turning serious.