The Bottom-Level Code for Forging and Feeding the Family, the Dean is Too Eager to Improve

"Th... these are all Gold Soul Coins?!"

Tang San's breathing grew rapid.

One had to know, back in Holy Soul Village, he worked from dawn till dusk helping his father forge iron to support the family. Even after exhausting himself, he could barely scrape together a few of the lowest-quality Copper Soul Coins in a month!

Above Copper Soul Coins were Silver Soul Coins, and only above those were these incredibly precious Gold Soul Coins!

There were at least several hundred Gold Soul Coins in here!

"Master... Master is actually this generous?!"

Tang San's hands trembled slightly as he held the ring.

Having lived two lives, in his previous life at the Tang Sect, he was an overlooked outer disciple who could only learn in secret.

In this life, his biological father, Tang Hao, was a drunkard who spent his days drowning in alcohol; aside from teaching him to forge, he had never given him a shred of care or warmth.

But today!

From this master he had just acknowledged, Tang San felt for the first time, truly and deeply, what "a father's care" meant!

This was not merely a gift of money, but a sign of his unreserved trust and regard!

Thinking of this, an indescribable wave of emotion surged in Tang San's heart.

"Master treats me with such immense kindness, how could I possibly hide anything from him?"

Tang San gritted his teeth and decided on the spot not to conceal one of his greatest trump cards!

He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the intricate metal cylinder strapped to his forearm, presenting it to Xue Bingchen with a hint of pride and honesty:

"Master, you were right just now.

This thing is called a Silent Sleeve Arrow, a type of lethal move known as a 'Hidden Weapon.'

It is a little gadget I fumbled together myself using scrap iron; it can deal heavy damage to an enemy when they are caught off guard!"

Seeing this, Xue Bingchen feigned great interest, took the sleeve arrow from Tang San's arm, and toyed with it in his hand.

"Oh? A Hidden Weapon? The mechanism is designed quite ingeniously; it is truly impossible to guard against."

Xue Bingchen did not stint on his praise: "Little San, your mind is extremely meticulous, and you are clever with your hands. To be able to create something like this, you are indeed a rare genius!"

Hearing his master's praise, Tang San scratched his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

In that instant, his face—which had lived through two lifetimes and prided itself on being cold and ruthless—actually turned red for a rare moment!

However, watching his master merely fiddle with the mechanism of the sleeve arrow, Tang San thought to himself:

Although Master possesses heaven-defying strength, he clearly does not yet understand the true terror of my Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!

This sleeve arrow is only the most basic; when there is an opportunity later, I must properly demonstrate those truly supreme Hidden Weapons to Master!

"Alright, Little San."

Xue Bingchen returned the sleeve arrow to Tang San and patted his shoulder, arranging things in a gentle tone:

"Take Old Jack's certificate, go to Notting Academy to complete your enrollment, and get settled.

You have traveled for so many days to reach this academy; for the next few days, don't go anywhere else, just rest well within the academy."

"In a few days, I will personally take you to the Sunset Forest to find the most suitable first soul ring for you!"

As he said this, Xue Bingchen's gaze grew profound, as if guiding Tang San to think about his future path:

"During these few days, you can think carefully about what route you want your Blue Silver Grass to take in the future?

Will it follow the life-attribute support route?

Or will it follow the comprehensive control route?"

"Or perhaps..."

A smile curled at the corner of Xue Bingchen's mouth as he stared into Tang San's eyes:

"Let your Blue Silver Grass become just like your Hidden Weapons—invincible and capable of killing with a single strike?!"

Upon hearing this, two blinding golden lights erupted in Tang San's eyes!

Invincible!

Killing with a single strike!

These eight words spoke directly to the heart of this Tang Sect Hidden Weapon master!

Tang San straightened his back abruptly, his voice resonant and firm:

"Rest assured, Master! I will definitely consider it carefully! I, Tang San, will absolutely not let down Master's expectations!"

In the following days, Notting Academy welcomed a true big shot.

Xue Bingchen brought his newly accepted precious disciple, Tang San, and checked into Notting Academy with a very high profile.

Since he had decided to stay in Notting City for a few days and take Tang San to the Sunset Forest afterward, Xue Bingchen naturally could not bring himself to suffer.

He held large handfuls of Gold Soul Coins; he hadn't come out specifically to experience the hardships of the lower classes, so what was wrong with enjoying himself?

Xue Bingchen took Tang San directly to the administrative office of Notting Academy, demanding the best and most luxurious independent guest suite the academy had to offer.

However, the teacher in the office looked troubled as he replied:

"I am truly sorry, sir.

The best independent suite in our academy has already been long-term leased by that famous master of martial soul theory, Yu Xiaogang..."

Hearing that name, Xue Bingchen was rendered speechless.

That twenty-ninth-level Soul Grand Master is living in the best house in the entire academy? Does Notting Academy have so much funding that they don't know where to spend it? Xue Bingchen complained frantically in his mind.

Just as the teacher was caught in a dilemma, unsure of how to dismiss this white-haired young man who possessed such an extraordinary aura, the dean of Notting Academy happened to pass by.

This dean was a forty-first-level four-ring Soul Ancestor, which made him quite a prominent figure in this remote Notting City.

He had originally intended to put on airs as the dean and inquire about what was happening.

However, Xue Bingchen couldn't even be bothered to waste words; he merely lifted his eyelids slightly and released a tiny sliver of his terrifying pressure as a six-ring Soul Emperor, targeting the dean alone with extreme precision.

"Boom!"

In that instant, the dean felt as if an invisible mountain had slammed onto his shoulders. His legs went weak, and he nearly knelt before Xue Bingchen on the spot!

A... a Soul Emperor?!

The dean's eyes, which had previously held a hint of arrogance, instantly became incredibly clear!

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his once-straight back instantly bowing to ninety degrees. His face was plastered with a smile of extreme sycophancy, and even his voice trembled:

"Oh my! I did not know Your Excellency the Soul Emperor was gracing us with your presence! Please forgive my lack of a proper welcome! A thousand apologies!"

"Your Excellency desires the best accommodation? No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

The dean waved his hand grandly and declared righteously:

"How could a mere guest suite be worthy of your noble status, Your Excellency? How about this: I have a private villa on the back hill of the academy. The environment is serene and the facilities are complete—it is definitely the best house in the entire academy! If Your Excellency does not mind, please do me the honor of staying there!"

In truth, Xue Bingchen had never intended to bully others or seize someone else's house.

After all, he had plenty of Gold Soul Coins; he could have just gone into Notting City and booked the most luxurious hotel, and he still wouldn't have been able to spend it all.

But...

Looking at the dean before him, whose eyes were incredibly clear and filled with a desire to "cultivate high-level connections" and an "extreme thirst for advancement," Xue Bingchen hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in agreement.