Soul Master Academy: High-Level Martial Soul Masters

Two days later, the carriage returned to the outskirts of Martial Soul City.

Qian Xunji brought Lin Fan directly to the Martial Soul Advanced Academy.

Along the way, students and teachers of the Martial Soul Advanced Academy bowed respectfully as they saw Qian Xunji leading Lin Fan.

They arrived at the administration building and went straight to the dean's office.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in." A weathered, powerful voice echoed from within the office.

Pushing the door open, Qian Xunji led Lin Fan into the office.

"Saint Child, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" An elderly man with white hair rose to his feet.

"Dean Wu Xuan, this is my disciple." Qian Xunji paused before continuing, "I want him to participate in this Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament."

Upon hearing this, Dean Wu Xuan frowned. "Twenty-seventh level soul power? That's too low!"

"Wait, no!"

Dean Wu Xuan realized something, his eyes widening in astonishment. "Didn't he just go to obtain his second soul ring a few days ago? How is he already at level twenty-seven!"

Qian Xunji's lips curled upward slightly as he said with complete indifference, "Is level twenty-seven very high?"

"Hmph!" Dean Wu Xuan let out a cold snort, his expression suggesting he wouldn't press the matter further.

Seeing this, Lin Fan stepped forward, and two purple soul rings rose beneath his feet.

The first purple soul ring was quite pale, but the second rising ring was deep in color—compared to the first, it was significantly more profound!

Seeing this, Wu Xuan furrowed his brows, his tone filled with shock. "Your second soul ring, is it five thousand years old?"

Lin Fan nodded.

Beside him, Qian Xunji sat down quite casually.

"My disciple's second soul ring was taken from a five-thousand-three-hundred-year-old Mystic Thunder Dragon."

"A Mystic Thunder Dragon?!" Wu Xuan raised an eyebrow. The Mystic Thunder Dragon possessed dragon bloodline and could be considered a sub-dragon species.

"Does this qualify my disciple to participate in this Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament?" Qian Xunji asked with a look of absolute certainty.

Wu Xuan looked at Lin Fan, lost in thought, before finally saying, "He may, but if Lin Fan's strength is too low, it will be absolutely impossible for him to take the field."

"Many thanks, Dean Wu!" Lin Fan said respectfully.

With this Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, his strength would improve rapidly.

Moreover, with his current strength, getting on the field would be quite easy.

As long as he mastered his intermediate Lightning Element magic, even an average Soul Ancestor would be no match for him.

This was due to his physical strength, magical potency, and the amplification of his soul skills!

"Very well, it is settled then."

Dean Wu Xuan made the final decision, reaching out to take a silver token engraved with the Martial Soul Hall emblem from his desk and handing it to Lin Fan. "This is the identity token for the academy's reserve team. With it, you have free access to the academy's training grounds and soul skill rooms. You must also attend the subsequent team training sessions on time."

Lin Fan reached out and took the token, his fingertips touching the cold metal. The token hummed with a faint ripple of soul power, clearly crafted from special materials. He bowed again, "Thank you, Dean."

Qian Xunji leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the desk as he spoke calmly, "Wu Xuan, my disciple's cultivation resources are to be allocated according to the academy's core genius standards. If anything is missing, report it directly to Martial Soul Hall."

Dean Wu Xuan's mouth twitched, his heart secretly stunned. The Saint Child was spoiling Lin Fan to the heavens; only a handful of people in the entire Martial Soul Advanced Academy enjoyed core genius resource allocation.

However, thinking of Lin Fan's heaven-defying talent, he didn't argue and simply nodded, "Rest assured, Saint Child, this dean understands."

After settling the tournament matters, Qian Xunji did not linger. He stood up and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of instruction: "Cultivate well in the academy and prepare for the tournament. Do not let me down. If anyone dares to trouble you, there is no need to endure it. Here, you may display your talent to your heart's content."

"This disciple understands." Lin Fan nodded heavily.

Watching Qian Xunji leave the office, Dean Wu Xuan's gaze toward Lin Fan softened considerably. He gestured toward the door, "Go to the student dormitory to check in first. Later, an instructor will take you to familiarize yourself with the academy environment and the training schedule for the tournament team."

"Remember, the tournament is imminent, and the academy's training intensity is extremely high. If you cannot hold on, withdraw early to avoid shaming Martial Soul Hall."

"Rest assured, Dean, I will never withdraw." Lin Fan's tone was firm, his eyes flashing with confident light.

Leaving the dean's office, Lin Fan clutched his identity token and walked through the campus of the Martial Soul Advanced Academy.

Along the way, many students noticed Lin Fan, casting curious glances at his unfamiliar face.

Especially when some sensed the aura of the soul rings inadvertently flowing beneath his feet, they were shocked into heated discussion.

"Who is that? He looks unfamiliar. Is he a new student?"

"I don't know. He seemed to come in with the Saint Child just now; his status must be extraordinary!"

"Look at his soul ring fluctuations—are those two rings? How is that possible? The minimum requirement for an Advanced Soul Master Academy is level thirty!"

"He looks like a child of only eight or nine years old. Who on earth is he?"

The whispers reached his ears, but Lin Fan paid them no mind, heading straight for the student dormitories.

After completing the check-in procedures, he moved into a private elite dormitory with simple furnishings.

Once settled, Lin Fan did not slack off in the slightest. He immediately sat cross-legged on the bed and began to familiarize himself with his own power.

Not long after, a knock came at the dormitory door. A middle-aged man in an instructor's uniform stood outside, his tone respectful, "Student Lin Fan, I am Qin Wei, the instructor in charge of the tournament team. I have been ordered by the Dean to take you to the training ground for collective training and to introduce you to the other team members."

"I have troubled you, Instructor Qin Wei." Lin Fan stood up and followed the instructor toward the training grounds.

The training field for the Martial Soul Academy's tournament team was already crowded with over a dozen students. These were the elite talents handpicked by the academy, most of them eighteen or nineteen years old, with the lowest soul power being over level thirty, nearing the Soul Ancestor realm.

Seeing Lin Fan walk over with the instructor, everyone's gaze instantly converged upon him. When they sensed he only possessed level twenty-seven soul power and was a newcomer, many faces revealed expressions of disdain and skepticism.

"What is the Dean thinking? Why recruit a level twenty-seven rookie? We are the team representing the academy in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament; with his meager strength, he'll only be a burden!"

"Exactly. Looking at his age, I bet he used the back door. Could he have squeezed into the tournament team through connections?"

"A level twenty-seven Soul Grand Master—he probably wouldn't even be able to take a single hit in the tournament. It's a joke!"

Harsh voices of doubt rose one after another. Several of the stronger students even furrowed their brows, clearly extremely dissatisfied with Lin Fan's addition.

Level twenty-seven soul power was the kind of talent that only weak advanced soul master academies would be able to showcase.

Yet here at the Martial Soul Academy, such a person wouldn't even qualify to enter an advanced soul master academy.

Lin Fan's expression remained calm as he walked into the ranks, turning a deaf ear to the voices of doubt.