I Can Only Play with You for Seven Minutes!

Thanks to Luo Ning's earlier success, the other students didn't stay to absorb their Soul Rings after buying them.

After all, there were too many people here. What if something happened and interrupted their absorption? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

The backlash from getting injured went without saying. They'd lose both their money and their Soul Rings!

So, after paying and collecting their Soul Rings, the students all left.

Before long, only about half the crowd remained. Some couldn't hold back their excitement and chose to absorb their Soul Rings on the spot.

Others weren't satisfied with their original Martial Souls and wanted to switch.

No one had tried switching Martial Souls before. They didn't dare leave, and naturally wanted to do it in front of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan didn't waste time. Once they'd paid and chosen their Martial Souls, he immediately released his Soul Power and guided the Martial Soul Book into their bodies.

The next moment, the contract triggered automatically. The shadow of their original Martial Soul shattered, replaced by the Martial Soul they'd just chosen.

"My... My Martial Soul is finally no longer just a basic Wind Wolf!"

"Hahaha! With a Gale Demon Wolf, I'll definitely stop being a nobody!"

"Benefactor, you're like a second set of parents to me! If you ever need anything, I definitely won't turn you down!"

"..."

Words like these rang out one after another, but Lin Fan couldn't care less.

I caught all your Martial Souls. Do I need you to help me?

On the surface, though, Lin Fan didn't let it show. He kept smiling cheerfully, making money while earning the students' gratitude.

While Lin Fan was busy raking in the cash, Qin Ming arrived with Yu Tianheng and the others, led by Shi Mo.

Seeing students pay Lin Fan, then leave happily after putting away a Soul Ring, Qin Ming and the others were stunned.

Given their experience with Soul Rings, they could tell that these were genuine Soul Rings, radiating fluctuations of Soul Power. They didn't look like some kind of illusion.

For a moment, Qin Ming couldn't help furrowing his brow.

Could it be that everything they'd been taught was wrong?

Could Soul Rings be stored, rather than being absorbable only by the one who killed the Spirit Beast?

But if that was wrong, why had no one managed to do it in all these years?

And yet today, a little kid who looked not even ten years old had done exactly that.

His eyes narrowing, Qin Ming—who had originally planned to simply drive Lin Fan away—suddenly had other ideas.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Ming strode forward and said, "I'm Qin Ming, a teacher at Heaven Dou Royal Academy. May I ask who you are, and how you got into the academy?"

"How did I get in?"

Lin Fan glanced at Qin Ming and smiled. "I walked in, of course."

As he spoke, Lin Fan sized Qin Ming up as well.

From what he remembered, Qin Ming had graduated from Shrek Academy and come to teach at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

"..."

Qin Ming's mouth twitched. Before, he would have lost his temper right away, but Lin Fan's behavior had piqued his curiosity.

Yu Feng raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Our teacher asked you a question. Why are you being a smart aleck?"

"Enough."

Qin Ming waved a hand, studied Lin Fan carefully, then asked, "Could you let me examine your Soul Ring?"

"Sure."

Lin Fan grinned. "Cash on the barrelhead, goods in hand. Just pay me and you can take the Soul Ring. You can absorb it or do whatever research you like."

With Qin Ming's cultivation, none of the Soul Rings Lin Fan could currently make would be of any use to him. His reason for wanting to see one was obvious: research.

Lin Fan didn't mind. As long as he could make money, he didn't care what anyone did with a Soul Ring after buying it.

Besides, without the Poké Ball Martial Soul, no one else could do this anyway.

"..."

After being talked back to several times, Qin Ming was growing impatient. In a low voice, he said, "Who are you? I've met the families of the academy's teachers and administrators, and I don't recall seeing you."

"What, people who aren't related to teachers or administrators aren't allowed into your Heaven Dou Royal Academy?"

Hearing that familiar line, Shi Mo nearly burst into tears. Here it came again. Lin Fan had said the same thing to him, leaving him speechless and getting everyone to gang up on him.

Fortunately, Qin Ming had weathered enough of the world to understand what Lin Fan was getting at. He smiled and said, "Of course that's not what I mean."

"I just don't recognize you, so I wanted to learn a little about you. What if you're a spy sent by another academy?"

"Oh, Teacher Qin, what a show of authority. We've only just met, and you're already pinning a label on me and calling me a spy."

Lin Fan smiled. "I don't have time to waste with you. If you want to buy Martial Souls or Soul Rings, you're more than welcome. If you want to cause trouble, at least have the decency to do it openly."

"Name your terms. I'm game."

It was the first time a child had lectured him like this, and Qin Ming couldn't help feeling angry. Still, he was a Soul Emperor; he couldn't very well take on a child himself.

His eyes rolling, Qin Ming said in a low voice, "Judging by your Soul Power, you should be a Soul Grandmaster. How about this? These students of mine are all Soul Elders. Pick any one of them. If you can hold out against them for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, I'll let you set up a stall and sell these things in the academy."

"If you can't hold out, I still won't drive you away. All I ask is that you give me one Soul Ring."

Qin Ming wasn't stupid. He knew the school leaders were powerful, and they must have learned about what was happening here long ago. Since they hadn't stepped in, that meant Lin Fan had an unusual background and had their tacit approval.

So even though Qin Ming was the one proposing the wager, he didn't demand that Lin Fan leave. He only wanted to get a Soul Ring for free.

"Smart man."

Lin Fan curled his lip. He hadn't expected Qin Ming to be so clever.

Unfortunately for him, asking Lin Fan to give something away for free—asking him to make less money—was as good as taking his life!

Lin Fan glanced around. Everyone who wanted to buy Martial Souls or Soul Rings had already paid, and those still watching probably wouldn't buy anytime soon.

Since he'd finished his business, Lin Fan didn't mind stretching his legs and, while he was at it, improving his Soul Power.

From his earlier gains in Soul Power, Lin Fan had confirmed that making Poké Balls, Martial Souls, and Soul Rings could all improve his Soul Power.

Fighting Spirit Beasts and other Soul Masters could improve it as well.

In other words, his cultivation was more like playing a game!

He could stretch his limbs and improve his Soul Power at the same time. Lin Fan had no reason to refuse such a good deal.

Still, Lin Fan wasn't going to agree to Qin Ming's suggestion that he pick just one person.

"Forget it. I don't know any of you."

Lin Fan smiled faintly. "Rather than picking one, why don't all your students come at me together? But I can only play with you for seven minutes!"

"!!!"