Flender's Wish Fulfilled

"If you go to register at Martial Soul Hall now, they will certainly discover your Innate Full Soul Power. That is why I, as your teacher, hope you can wait until next year, and when you do register, just say your martial soul is a mutated chrysanthemum."

"It is undeniable that once your talent is revealed, you will be valued by the big shots of Martial Soul Hall, but Martial Soul Hall is not the only power on the continent."

"The Upper Three Sects and the two great empires all have poor relations with Martial Soul Hall. If you join Martial Soul Hall, you will definitely be targeted by them; if you give them any chance, you will surely die. However, if you don't join Martial Soul Hall and join them instead, you will also be targeted by Martial Soul Hall."

"So, my meaning is that I hope you can play it smart. When the time really comes, let them all feel they can recruit you, buy yourself time, and become a powerhouse who no longer needs to worry about assassination."

What Flender said was indeed reasonable.

Lu Fan remained noncommittal about this.

"But wouldn't that mean I'd be getting 12 fewer Gold Soul Coins?"

Lu Fan curled his lip; 12 Gold Soul Coins was a massive fortune for him right now.

Seeing this, Flender rolled his eyes at Lu Fan, gritted his teeth, and hardened his heart to take out 12 Gold Soul Coins for him: "Here, this Dean will make it up to you, is that enough?"

Seeing this, Lu Fan was surprised as he took the 12 Gold Soul Coins from Flender's hand and put them into his storage ring.

"Hehe, I won't be polite then."

He hadn't expected that Flender, that iron-fisted miser, would actually be willing to spend so much money on him.

For a moment, Flender's position in his heart rose quite a bit.

"By the way, Xiao Fan, I feel like your name is a bit unlucky. Would you consider changing it?"

Flender suddenly suggested.

Lu Fan frowned slightly upon hearing this, but he was also curious about what Flender had thought of to make him want to change his name.

"Let's hear it."

Flender put on an extremely confident look and proposed: "How about changing it to Lu Guan? Chrysanthemum Douluo of Martial Soul Hall has the same martial soul as you; he is called Yue Guan, and you would be called Lu Guan. How about that, not bad, right?"

"Uh..."

The corners of Lu Fan's mouth twitched.

"Do you think this name sounds good?"

"Isn't this name good?"

Flender was a bit confused.

Lu Fan nodded: "It's quite good. Out of ten points, I can give it 8.5 or 8.6 points."

"Because I have 1.5 points of language, and another 1.4 points."

Returning to Suotuo City.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar, the two peers, both crowded around, curious about Lu Fan's gains from this trip.

Regarding these two future partners, Lu Fan felt there was no need to hide anything.

After all, once he engaged in a battle, his soul skills would basically be exposed anyway.

There was no need to dampen their spirits over this.

"My first soul skill is called Singular Velvet Protection. It is a defensive soul skill that can form a protective barrier around me."

However, Lu Fan was no fool.

He and these two were classmates now, and in the future, they would be friends or even brothers who had been through life and death together.

But there might still be competition among them; keeping an ace up his sleeve would allow him to gauge who was stronger when internal competition arose in the future.

"So that means you, Lu Fan, are going to take the path of a defensive soul master in the future."

Ma Hongjun said.

Lu Fan nodded: "That should be it."

Oscar, standing to the side, said excitedly: "That's great! Fatty will definitely be a power-attack type in the future, and you, Lu Fan, are defensive. Plus me, a food-type support, the three of us are practically a perfect match."

Once these words were spoken, both Lu Fan and Ma Hongjun felt it made a lot of sense.

Oscar leaned in, grabbed Lu Fan's arms with both hands, squeezed them in a very lewd manner, and said in an affected, coy tone: "Brother Fan, you are a defensive soul master; you must protect me, your support, well in the future."

Lu Fan laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Hahaha, no problem! Just for that 'Brother Fan', in future soul fights, you just stand behind me and fiddle with your big Sausage."

"Long live Brother Fan!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what about me!"

Ma Hongjun watched their intimate display, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and quickly crowded in.

"Hehe, Xiao Ao, come call me Brother Jun. In the future, Brother Jun won't treat you badly either."

Oscar rolled his eyes at Ma Hongjun: "Fatty, just forget it. You are currently the worst of the three of us; you haven't even obtained your first soul ring yet."

Hearing this, Ma Hongjun was hit hard. Lies don't hurt people, but the truth is a sharp blade.

What Oscar said was the absolute truth.

The main thing was that Lu Fan and Oscar were the only peers Ma Hongjun had come into contact with.

Both had arrived later than him, yet their cultivation levels were both above his; this was indeed quite a blow.

Moreover, Ma Hongjun's martial soul came with an inherent Evil Fire buff.

It was a flawed martial soul.

Lu Fan noticed Ma Hongjun's dejection and patted his shoulder to console him, "Fatty, work hard on your cultivation. I don't know if you'll ever catch up to me, but catching up to Little Oscar shouldn't be a problem."

"Little Oscar is a Food-type soul master, and Food-type soul masters are notorious for their slow cultivation."

Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Ma Hongjun's eyes.

He looked toward Oscar, whose expression had shifted, and chuckled with malicious intent, "Hehehe, Little Oscar, you just wait for this young master. In a year at most, I will definitely surpass you."

Oscar's face had indeed changed.

He was well aware of the common knowledge that Food-type soul masters cultivated slowly.

It seemed he was the clown after all.

"No~"

Oscar's legs went weak as he collapsed to his knees, sighing toward the heavens.

"Snowflakes drifting, the north wind whistling~"

Lu Fan sang softly from the side.

At the same time, he didn't forget to use his martial soul to conjure a few flower petals to drift down onto Oscar's head.

The next day, having obtained his soul ring and become a true soul master, Lu Fan officially began his soul master career.

The teachers at Shrek Academy began teaching the three of them their academic courses.

It had to be said, although none of them were researchers in theory, their knowledge base was definitely far superior to that of the teachers who were only low-level soul masters or Soul Grand Masters at other academies.

In addition to theoretical studies, physical and bodily training was naturally indispensable.

However, compared to the training they would face six years later, they were still just six-year-old children, with the oldest, Oscar, being only a little over seven.

Flender and the others were not so deranged as to force a few children into devilish training.

For six-year-olds, running drills were about all they could do.

Although running training sounded a bit laughable, it was very necessary for children in this age group.

It was indeed the most suitable form of training.

Even when they grew up in the future, running would absolutely remain the best way to train physical strength, endurance, and willpower.

Zhao Wuji watched the three of them running laps around the village.

He looked at Ma Hongjun, who was lagging behind, and said with a sense of frustration that he couldn't live up to expectations:

"Hongjun, put in more effort lately. Look at Little Fan and Little Oscar; they are already soul masters, while you are still a Soul Scholar. Think about it yourself—are you willing to be a head shorter than those two?"

"Hurry up and become a soul master. When that time comes, I'll arrange for you and Little Fan to have a practical sparring session."

"Whoever wins will be the strongest student in our Shrek Academy."