Bottom-level Code for Supporting a Family by Blacksmithing, the Headmaster Was Too Eager to Improve

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

Tang San's breathing quickened.

One had to know that back in Holy Soul Village, he rose before dawn and worked until dark every day, helping his father forge iron to support the family. He worked himself to the bone, yet could barely earn a few of the lowest-grade Copper Soul Coins a month!

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

There had to be at least several hundred Gold Soul Coins in here!

"Master... Master was 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 had been an overlooked outer disciple who could only learn in secret.

In this life, his biological father, Tang Hao, was a drunkard who spent every day drinking. Aside from teaching him how to forge iron, he had never given him even the slightest bit of care or warmth.

But today!

From this master he had only just acknowledged, Tang San experienced for the first time what true "fatherly care" meant!

This was not merely a gift of money, but also unreserved trust and regard for him!

At that thought, an indescribable wave of emotion rose in Tang San's heart.

"Master has shown me a kindness as weighty as a mountain. How can I still keep things from him?"

Gritting his teeth, Tang San immediately decided to stop concealing one of his greatest trump cards!

He rolled up his sleeve and displayed the exquisite metal cylinder strapped to his forearm before Xue Bingchen, his tone carrying a trace of pride and candor.

"Master, you were right to notice it earlier.

This is called a Silent Sleeve Arrow. It is a killing weapon known as a 'Hidden Weapon.'

It's just a little thing I tinkered with in my spare time, forged from scrap iron. It can severely wound an enemy when they least expect it!"

Seeing this, Xue Bingchen deliberately put on an interested expression. He removed the Sleeve Arrow from Tang San's arm and played with it in his hand for a while.

"Oh? A Hidden Weapon? This mechanism is indeed exquisitely designed. It would be impossible to guard against."

Xue Bingchen praised him without reservation. "Little San, you are exceptionally meticulous and deft with your hands. Being able to make something like this truly makes you a rare genius!"

Hearing his master's praise, Tang San actually scratched his head in embarrassment.

For that brief instant, his old face—having lived two lives and priding himself on being cold and heartless—unexpectedly reddened!

However, seeing that his master was merely examining the Sleeve Arrow's mechanism, Tang San secretly thought to himself:

Master may possess heaven-defying strength, but he clearly does not yet understand the true terror of Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!

This Sleeve Arrow is only the most basic kind. When I get the chance in the future, I must properly demonstrate those truly supreme Hidden Weapons for Master!

"Alright, Little San."

Xue Bingchen returned the Sleeve Arrow to Tang San and patted him on the shoulder, making arrangements in a gentle tone.

"First, take Old Jack's certificate and complete your enrollment at Notting Academy. Get yourself settled in.

"You have traveled for so many days to reach this academy. For the next few days, do not go anywhere. Rest properly at the academy."

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

As he said this, Xue Bingchen's gaze deepened, as though he were guiding Tang San to consider his future path.

"Over these next few days, think carefully about what path you want your Blue Silver Grass to take in the future.

"Will you follow a life-attribute support path?

"Or a control path that commands the entire battlefield?"

"Or perhaps..."

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

"Make your Blue Silver Grass just like your Hidden Weapons—indestructible, killing with a single strike?!"

Upon hearing this, two dazzling golden lights instantly burst from Tang San's eyes!

Indestructible!

Killing with a single strike!

Those eight words had struck straight at the heart of a Tang Sect Hidden Weapon master like him!

Tang San abruptly straightened his back, his voice loud and resolute.

"Rest assured, Master! I will think it over carefully! I, Tang San, will absolutely not disappoint Master's expectations!"

Over the next few days, Notting Academy welcomed a true big shot.

Xue Bingchen brought along his newly accepted precious disciple, Tang San, and moved into Notting Academy with great fanfare.

Since he had decided to stay in Notting City for a few days and would later take Tang San to Sunset Forest, Xue Bingchen naturally had no intention of making himself suffer.

He had fistfuls of Gold Soul Coins. It was not as if he had specifically come out to experience the hardships of the lower class, so what was wrong with enjoying himself a little?

Thus, Xue Bingchen directly brought Tang San to the academy's administrative office and asked for Notting Academy's finest and most luxurious private lodging.

However, the teacher at the administrative office told him with a troubled expression:

"Sir, we are truly sorry.

"The best private lodging at our academy has currently been rented long-term by the famous martial soul theory Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang..."

Hearing that name, Xue Bingchen was instantly speechless.

That twenty-ninth-level Soul Grandmaster gets to live in the best house in the entire academy? Does Notting Academy have so much funding that it has nowhere to spend it? Xue Bingchen inwardly complained furiously.

Just as the administrative office teacher was caught in a dilemma, unsure how to send off this white-haired young man who seemed anything but ordinary, the headmaster of Notting Academy happened to pass by.

This headmaster was a forty-first-level, four-ring Soul Ancestor. In remote Notting City, he could be considered quite a notable figure.

He had originally intended to put on the airs of a headmaster and ask what was going on.

However, Xue Bingchen could not even be bothered to waste another word. He merely lifted his eyelids slightly and released the faintest trace of the terrifying pressure belonging to a six-ring Soul Emperor, targeting only the headmaster with extreme precision.

"Boom!"

At that instant, the headmaster felt as if an invisible mountain had smashed viciously down onto his shoulders. His legs went weak, and he nearly fell to his knees before Xue Bingchen on the spot!

A... a Soul Emperor?!

The arrogance in the headmaster's eyes instantly vanished, leaving them incomparably clear!

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His previously upright back immediately bent to a ninety-degree angle, and his face filled with an utterly fawning smile. Even his voice trembled.

"Ah, ah! I did not know that Your Excellency, a Soul Emperor, had come in person. Forgive me for failing to welcome you! Forgive me for failing to welcome you!"

"Your Excellency wants the best accommodations? No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

The headmaster waved a hand and declared righteously:

"How could lodging quarters possibly be worthy of Your Excellency's noble status? How about this? I have a private villa in the academy's rear mountain. Its surroundings are serene and its facilities complete. It is absolutely the best residence in the entire academy! If Your Excellency does not find it beneath you, please do me the honor of staying there!"

In truth, Xue Bingchen had never intended to bully others with his status and seize someone else's residence.

After all, he had fistfuls of Gold Soul Coins. At worst, he could rent out the most luxurious hotel in Notting City; he had more money than he could possibly spend.

But...

Seeing the headmaster's exceptionally clear eyes, filled with a desire to "make connections with higher-ups" and an "extreme eagerness to improve," Xue Bingchen hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and accepting.