A Guaranteed Elder's Seat? I Want to Be Pavilion Master!

Lin Feng's expression turned serious.

"This means that, barring any accidents, you'll be practically guaranteed a position as an Elder, perhaps even Deputy Pavilion Master. Sigh, this old man struggled for half his life to earn an Elder's seat, while you've just awakened your martial soul and already have one guaranteed."

After hearing Lin Feng's explanation, Lin Ming looked disdainful. "Tch, it's only an Elder's position. What's so great about that?"

Lin Feng immediately became unhappy. "You brat, what do you mean by that? The position your grandfather spent half his life fighting for suddenly becomes worthless when it comes to you?"

Lin Ming casually sat in the recliner, holding the chicken leg Lin Feng had just bought. "Lao Deng, that's because you're not good enough. Can't I become the Sea God Pavilion Master in the future? Why would I care about being an Elder?" As he spoke, Lin Ming bit into the chicken leg, tore off a piece of meat, and ate it with relish.

Lin Feng, who had been fuming just moments ago, made an immediate one-hundred-and-eighty-degree change in expression after hearing Lin Ming's words.

"Pavilion Master is good! Grandson, Grandpa is very happy that you have such ambitions!"

"However..." Lin Feng's expression turned serious again. "The position of Sea God Pavilion Master is not so easy to attain. Just talking about it won't do."

He pulled over a stool and sat beside Lin Ming. "Grandson, Grandpa is proud that you have such ambitions, but Grandpa must tell you that the Sea God Pavilion Masters of every generation were basically also the leaders of their generation's Shrek Seven Devils. So if you truly have that goal, you must first become one of the Shrek Seven Devils—and you must become their leader."

Faced with Lin Feng's seriousness, Lin Ming appeared extremely confident instead. "Don't worry, Lao Deng. I'll definitely become the leader of the Seven Devils!"

"It's good that you have the determination. All right, Grandpa won't disturb you anymore. Go to bed early. In a few days, Grandpa will take you to obtain your soul ring. For now, think about what soul beast you want as your target."

After Lin Feng left, only Lin Ming remained in the room.

Having just awakened his martial soul today, he was too excited to sleep.

With his agile movements, he climbed onto the roof, lay down on it, and admired the stars filling the sky.

"Little Ming, why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night? What are you doing?" A lively female voice sounded beside Lin Ming's ear. Upon hearing that familiar voice, he sprang to his feet.

After seeing who it was, Lin Ming immediately hugged the fair thigh beneath her skirt. "Sister Lexuan!"

That was right. The visitor was Zhang Lexuan, the tragic girl from the original story whom Mu En had rescued and brought back to Shrek.

Mu En had originally brought her back intending for her to become Beibei's child bride, while also having her serve as half a teacher until Beibei grew up.

Yet who would have thought that Beibei, that gloomy little prince, would always remain lukewarm toward Zhang Lexuan? Instead, Lin Ming followed Zhang Lexuan around every day, laying the foundation for a good relationship between the two.

Mu En did not interfere with this. His goal had only been to keep the exceptionally gifted Zhang Lexuan at Shrek. As for whose child bride she became, that was unimportant.

Lin Ming affectionately rubbed his head against Zhang Lexuan, while she stroked his head like a caring older sister.

"How was it, Little Ming? Did your martial soul awakening go smoothly today?"

Zhang Lexuan was extremely fond of this handsome and cheerful little brother.

Lin Ming reluctantly moved his head away from Zhang Lexuan, but not before taking a deep breath of her scent.

He walked to one side and released his martial soul.

A single-tipped long spear appeared in his hand.

"How is it, Sister Lexuan? This is my martial soul. Cool, right?" As for his other martial soul, the Prayer Angel, Lin Ming did not release it. He still thought the Sky-Propping Spear looked cooler.

"Not bad. It's quite a handsome spear, but why does it look different from Elder Lin's?" The Elder Lin Zhang Lexuan referred to was naturally Lin Ming's nominal grandfather, Lin Feng.

"Of course it's different. This isn't Lao Deng's Thunder-Roar Spear. Mine is the Sky-Propping Spear. It was probably caused by a martial soul mutation."

Zhang Lexuan nodded in realization. "Then how is your Innate Soul Power?"

The moment Innate Soul Power was mentioned, Lin Ming proudly raised his chin and boasted like a child, "I have Innate Full Soul Power!"

"As expected of my Little Ming. You're amazing!"

Like she was coaxing a child, Zhang Lexuan pinched Lin Ming's cheek, and Lin Ming thoroughly enjoyed it.

"All right, hurry and go to sleep. Sister still has things to do, so I'll be leaving first!"

"Mm-hm, goodbye, Sister Lexuan!"

After returning to his room, Lin Ming soon fell asleep.

The next morning.

Lin Ming came to the small courtyard, intending to make breakfast.

It was not that Sea God Island failed to provide meals. On the contrary, the ingredients supplied by the Inner Court were all of the finest quality, and the food made from them was extremely nutritious.

But Lin Ming still missed the food from Blue Star. Thus, every so often, he would ask the Inner Court cafeteria for ingredients and make his own breakfast each day.

This morning, he planned to make some simple steamed buns.

After setting up a table, Lin Ming took out the dough and filling he had prepared earlier and began wrapping the buns.

He had learned a little cooking in his previous life, so something as simple as making steamed buns was child's play to him.

The filling was made from hundred-year soul beast meat provided by the Inner Court. The meat was fresh and delicious, with extremely high nutritional value.

Lin Ming had even added Whale Rubber to it.

Ever since he was three years old, Lin Ming had eaten Whale Rubber from time to time to improve his physical condition. Now, his physique far surpassed that of others his age, and his body was as tough as an adult's.

Once the buns were wrapped, Lin Ming put them into a homemade steamer to cook.

Before the buns were even done steaming, their rich fragrance had already wafted out.

"Kid Ming, what delicious food are you making again today?"

A voice sounded behind Lin Ming, startling him.

He knew who it was the moment he heard the voice. "Old man, can you make some noise next time? You scared me to death!"

The newcomer was a ragged, unkempt old man.

He wore a messy white robe, held a chicken leg in his left hand and a wine gourd in his right. That was right—he was their Chicken Leg Douluo and Taotie Douluo, Xuan Zi.

Lin Ming usually needed someone to share meals with when he cooked, and Xuan Zi, with his enormous appetite and love for food, was perfectly suited for the role.

Although his ability to lead students was practically on the level of a Holy Spirit Cult supreme elder, when it came to eating, this old gourmand was quite an authority as well.

Xuan Zi did not care in the slightest that Lin Ming called him an old man. He merely stared fixedly at the steamer before him.

"Kid Ming, when will this thing be ready? This old man can already smell the fragrance."

Lin Ming helplessly pushed away Xuan Zi's stubbly face. "Old man, move aside. Let me take a look. Don't rush, there'll be plenty for you."

Lin Ming opened the steamer and took a look. The buns were nearly done steaming by then.

After the time it took to burn an incense stick, Lin Ming lifted the steamer lid under Xuan Zi's expectant gaze.

White steam burst out with a whoosh, carrying the scent of meat.

One plump, snow-white steamed bun after another appeared before the two of them.