The first day of April was clear and sunny.
Winter was giving way to spring, and the weather was warming up. But snow had fallen overnight, covering the world in white once more. Beneath the morning sun,
it glittered.
"Hahahahaha!!!"
Dressed in brown and blue, Tang San sprinted out of the detached house and headed straight for his favorite teacher Yu Xiaogang's residence, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.
He drew the cold morning air into his lungs. It felt wonderfully refreshing.
"Level forty!"
"I reached level forty!!"
Finally. He had finally made it!
After countless days and nights of cultivation, he had finally reached level forty!
On the neighboring path, Oscar had gotten up early to cultivate in Morning Water Academy's kitchen and grab a meal while he was there.
He wasn't trying to draw attention.
The key to mimicry cultivation was for a Soul Master to train in an environment closely suited to the attributes of their Martial Soul, improving their efficiency.
His was a food-type Sausage Martial Soul.
A kitchen, full of ingredients and the smells of cooking, was the ideal place for a Soul Master like him to cultivate.
He had often cultivated in the kitchen at Shrek, too.
But Shrek's kitchen couldn't compare with Morning Water Academy's. This one was bigger, better, and livelier.
Cultivation was more efficient there.
As Oscar walked, he heard Tang San's cheers. Even though he had been expecting it, he stopped in his tracks, mouth hanging open.
Level forty!
Fifteen years old, level forty, with Blue Silver Grass—a Martial Soul everyone called trash!
The first of the former Shrek students to reach level forty had been Dai Mubai. He had done it last year, at sixteen.
That was also why he looked down on Yu Tianheng. A loser