Dream Master and Acquiring a Soul Spirit

"I've finally reached level three. Now I'm the same level as Tang Wulin."

The next morning, Nan Fusheng opened his eyes. He had cultivated for the entire night, and the reason he had broken through was, of course, the digestion of the Potion.

As the Potion was digested, his Soul Power circulated at incredible speed. Nan Fusheng only vaguely understood the principle, but while it was being digested, it strengthened his physique and foundation.

At the same time, it drove his Soul Power into cultivation, making it circulate dozens of times faster than usual.

Of course, this only happened when the Potion was being digested quickly. It was roughly equivalent to giving him a temporary cultivation-speed buff.

And just as Nan Fusheng had expected, while at school, Tang Wulin occasionally looked at him with sympathy in his eyes. After school, Tang Wulin's mother, Lang Yue, also invited him over to play with Na'er.

Nan Fusheng agreed readily enough, but he did not intend to visit often. It was enough to become a familiar face to Na'er. After all, no matter how much he raised her favorability, it could never surpass the goodwill Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline gave her.

Besides, Ah Yin and her husband were also a problem. Tang Wulin and Na'er's relationship had definitely been cultivated with their involvement.

This was probably one of the safeguards ensuring that, after Na'er recovered her memories and discovered the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within Tang Wulin, she would not strike at him immediately.

And so, Nan Fusheng's daily routine consisted of cultivating and pondering the Acting Method. Of course, after Na'er began school, he also had to join Tang Wulin in beating people up. Since Na'er had been proven to have no Martial Soul at all on Awakening Day, she could only attend an ordinary class.

At the same time, Na'er's beauty made girls her age jealous and aroused the curiosity of the boys, who harassed her from time to time. However, because Na'er was in an ordinary class, their opponents were basically ordinary people without Soul Power, so they were not difficult to deal with.

Under such circumstances, time slowly passed.

Three years later...

"Dad, Mom, I've saved enough money! I've saved enough!" Tang Wulin rushed into the house like a flying arrow, shouting excitedly.

Next door, Nan Fusheng heard the shout as well. The corners of his lips rose. "He's finally reached level ten? I didn't wait more than a year for nothing."

After three years, Nan Fusheng had grown taller than 1.4 meters, several inches taller than others his age. His build was well-proportioned, neither fat nor thin, and he did not look particularly strong. As he grew older, his features became increasingly handsome.

His pitch-black eyes naturally gave others a deep, unfathomable impression.

Nan Fusheng could have gone to acquire a Soul Spirit a year ago, but he had not done so.

His Innate Soul Power was only level one, so he should not have been able to cultivate so quickly. Of course, the main reason was that he had been waiting for Tang Wulin.

Reaching level ten before graduating from Primary Academy allowed one to receive a recommendation letter from the academy, making it much easier to enter an intermediate academy.

But he was not sure whether that recommendation letter was guaranteed. If it was not, then things would become troublesome.

For Nan Fusheng, the difference between becoming a Soul Master a year earlier or a year later was something he could endure. It was not as though he could not cultivate; it was merely that Soul Masters cultivated faster than Soul Scholars.

But he had to attend the intermediate academy in Eastsea City. The future Shrek Seven Devils, Wu Zhangkong, and the Silver Dragon King's half-body, Gu Yue, were all people he could come into contact with there.

After three years, once his Soul Power had reached level ten, Nan Fusheng shifted his focus to the Acting Method. He was now a Sequence 5 Dream Stealer.

His theft ability now allowed him to take away other people's ideals and dreams. He could steal their memories, or steal an idea they were about to put into action, causing them to fall into a brief daze. However, at this stage, he could not retain the stolen idea. He himself had to take the corresponding action in place of the person he had stolen from.

"Then tomorrow, I'll go acquire a Soul Spirit!"

The Spirit Pagoda organization had existed for ten thousand years. Due to its importance to Soul Masters and its groundbreaking research into artificial Soul Spirits, its status had risen steadily. It was spread across the three continents and had become one of the most powerful forces.

Aolai City also had a Spirit Pagoda branch. Located in the city center, it was a three-story tower-shaped building, the lowest grade of Spirit Pagoda branch. Spirit Pagodas in medium-sized cities were seven stories tall, while those in large cities stood thirteen stories high.

The Spirit Pagoda headquarters in Shrek City, after years of renovation, had eighty-one floors. It was known as the most magnificent building on the Douluo Continent.

The three-story Spirit Pagoda before Nan Fusheng was also the largest building in Aolai City. Everyone knew where it was, but very few had actually entered it.

When Nan Fusheng arrived, the Spirit Pagoda's main doors were already open, yet there were hardly any people around. After all, only Soul Masters came here, and in a small place like Aolai City, the number of Soul Masters could be counted on one hand.

The Spirit Pagoda followed an octagonal design, with three stories, four sides, and eight directions. The interior was extremely spacious, its floor paved with marble bearing the Spirit Pagoda's emblem. The hall was broad, with a ring of doors around it leading who knew where. Directly ahead was something like a counter, behind which sat a Spirit Transfer Master in a gray robe.

Upon seeing him, the Spirit Transfer Master stood up, his gaze falling upon Nan Fusheng. "Hello, little friend. What can I do for you?"

Nan Fusheng said, "Hello, Spirit Transfer Master. I'm here to purchase a Soul Spirit. My Soul Power has already reached level ten."

Upon hearing that, the Spirit Transfer Master's enthusiasm immediately increased.

"Did you bring enough money?" the Spirit Transfer Master asked.

"I did," Nan Fusheng replied.

The Spirit Transfer Master said, "What level of Soul Spirit would you like to purchase, little friend?"

"Spirit Transfer Master, I'd like to purchase a randomly drawn Soul Spirit."

Much of the enthusiasm on the Spirit Transfer Master's face immediately faded. Frowning, he said, "A random Soul Spirit could be a ten-year one, or it could be a hundred-year one. But its type is uncertain, and the Soul Spirit you draw may not suit your Martial Soul. Some people choose this method to gamble on their luck and save money. But I don't recommend it. Directly choosing a ten-year white Soul Spirit suited to you would be more helpful."

"Randomly drawing a Soul Spirit might get you a hundred-year Soul Spirit, but you might also draw a defective one. Child, you're still too young. Go home and discuss it with an adult before making a decision."

Nan Fusheng shook his head. "I don't have a father, and due to certain reasons, my mother has developed mental problems. We need to leave some money behind to take care of her. Thirty thousand Federal Coins is already the limit of what my family can afford.

"I can only gamble on my luck. Perhaps heaven will favor me and give me a decent Soul Spirit."

"What a sensible child." Hearing Nan Fusheng's words, the Spirit Transfer Master's expression could not help softening.