In the blink of an eye, half a year had already passed.
During those six months, Wang Xian spent most of his time cultivating and fighting.
Because his Martial Soul had already been cultivated to D-Rank quality, his cultivation speed had improved significantly as well.
After half a year of cultivation, his Soul Power had risen from Level 12 to Level 14.
On average, he could advance one level every three months. That was already an extremely fast pace.
Aside from his Soul Power Level, his greatest gain had been Cultivation Points.
Over the past six months, he had gained 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. However, the Martial Souls of most people there were not of particularly high quality, with the highest only reaching E-Rank.
After all, truly capable Soul Masters would not remain in a small place like Notting City.
His ability to save up 2,500 points had relied entirely on a stroke of luck.
A month ago, he encountered an opponent with a D-Rank Martial Soul at the Soul Fighting Arena.
That person was not very old, and his Soul Power was not particularly high, but the quality of his Martial Soul spoke for itself.
After defeating him and training afterward, Wang Xian received a full 1,000 Cultivation Points.
With so many points coming in at once, Wang Xian had been excited for several days.
Unfortunately, he never encountered another opponent of that caliber afterward.
In addition, two relatively important things had happened over the past six months.
The first was Tang San's renewed challenge.
After fusing with his Soul Ring, Tang San regained his confidence under Yu Xiaogang's encouragement.
Tang San believed that he could definitely defeat Wang Xian, so he came looking for him and demanded another fight.
The result held no suspense.
Although Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had become somewhat stronger with the support of a Soul Ring, it was still far inferior to Wang Xian's Blue Silver Grass.
When his vines lashed over and collided with Wang Xian's vines, they were instantly shredded apart by the sharp barbs.
Yet when Wang Xian's vines wrapped around him, Tang San still could not break free, exactly the same as half a year ago.
After losing for the second time, Tang San's expression was even uglier than after the first defeat. Still, he did not say a word and simply turned around and left.
And defeating Tang San for the second time also confirmed Wang Xian's previous guess.
To capture the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, he truly needed to defeat Tang San twice.
This second time, he captured the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.
The Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul was also a top-tier Martial Soul, with A-Rank quality.
The second matter concerned Xiao Wu. That unruly Rogue Rabbit had always wanted to be the boss.
So after condensing her Soul Ring, she eagerly came running over to challenge him as well.
She believed that with her Soft Technique and the enhancement from her Soul Ring, she should be able to contend with Wang Xian.
But the result was still the same. Xiao Wu's speed had indeed increased considerably, but once Wang Xian spread out his Blue Silver Grass, it filled every direction, leaving her unable to get close at all.
After barely dodging several vines and rushing in front of him, her feet had already been bound. With one pull and one tug, she was thrown straight to the ground.
In the end, she too suffered a humiliating defeat at Wang Xian's hands.
Neither of them could understand it. They had clearly both grown stronger, so why could they still not beat him?
It was not only the two of them who could not understand; even Yu Xiaogang could not understand.
His disciple Tang San was clearly a genius with Innate Full Soul Power, and he had fused with a Soul Ring and cultivated according to Yu Xiaogang's theories.
How could he possibly lose to Wang Xian, a mutated Blue Silver Grass Soul Master who had not even obtained a Soul Ring?
For a time, Yu Xiaogang felt even more vexed.
He thought that if he had directly accepted Wang Xian as his disciple the moment he first saw him, there would not be so many problems now.
But he did not know that even if he had taken Wang Xian as his disciple immediately back then, Wang Xian would never have agreed.
Within Notting Academy, Wang Xian had just finished cultivating on the Back Mountain and returned to the dormitory.
At this time, everyone else in the dormitory had gone to the cafeteria for a meal, so he was alone.
Looking at the empty dormitory, a glimmer of emotion flashed through Wang Xian's eyes.
After all, he had lived here for more than a year and had developed some feelings for the place.
But that glimmer quickly vanished, turning into resolve.
Having already spent a year and a half at Notting Academy, Wang Xian knew it was time for him to leave.
"Breaking through to Level 10 and obtaining a Soul Ring in a year and a half shouldn't be too conspicuous. After all, most people in the academy think I possess a mutated Martial Soul."
Wang Xian silently thought to himself.
The powerful combat strength he had displayed at Notting Academy had already led everyone to assume that he possessed a mutated Martial Soul.
Then having a cultivation speed somewhat faster than someone with Innate Level 3 Soul Power was still acceptable.
Since he had long since obtained his First Soul Ring, there was little point in staying here.
He had already thoroughly mastered all the knowledge taught at the junior academy.
Furthermore, if he continued staying at the academy, Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, and Xiao Wu would often keep him in mind.
And Tang Hao, a Title Douluo, was hidden in the shadows as well.
Continuing to stay here was not a good thing.
He had also captured Tang San's and Xiao Wu's Martial Souls. It was time to leave and head for a higher-level academy.
After making this decision, Wang Xian did not waste any time.
He sat by the bed, pulled a sheet of paper from his bundle, spread it across his knees, and picked up a pen to write a letter.
The letter was short, containing only a few lines saying that he had graduated early and left, telling everyone to cultivate well and that they would meet again if fate allowed.
After finishing, he folded the paper and tucked it beneath Wang Sheng's pillow.
Then he packed up his bundle, neatly folded his school uniform and placed it on the bed, and finally looked around the dormitory where he had lived for nearly two years.
The wooden bedframe, the yellowed walls, and a torn corner of the paper pasted over the window that rustled loudly whenever the wind blew.
There was not much here, but he had lived here for so long. Now that he was truly leaving, he still felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.
Wang Xian withdrew his gaze, turned, left the dormitory, and headed straight for the Academic Affairs Office.
Director Su was seated at his desk drinking tea. When he saw Wang Xian enter, he set down his cup and smiled. "Wang Xian? What is it?"
"Director Su, I want to graduate early," Wang Xian said without preamble.
Director Su froze for a moment, the smile on his face stiffening before he frowned. "Graduate early? Have you broken through to Level 10?"
"I have." Wang Xian nodded.
Director Su looked him up and down, his gaze carrying both surprise and doubt.
Blue Silver Grass with Innate Level 3 Soul Power, yet he had reached Level 10 after only a year and a half at the academy?
Had the Martial Soul mutation even increased his cultivation speed?
At this pace, he could be considered one of the best at Notting Academy.
"When did it happen?" Director Su asked.
Wang Xian smiled faintly. "Did you forget that I took leave some time ago?"
Director Su blanked out, then slapped his forehead in sudden realization. "Oh, right. You took seven days off and said there was something going on at home. So that was when you went to obtain your Soul Ring?"
Wang Xian did not deny it, merely nodding.
Director Su leaned back in his chair and fell silent for a moment, the expression on his face becoming solemn.
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