Level Twenty!

His gaze shifted away from Tang San, landing instead on Flender and Yu Xiaogang, and he could not help but let out a soft huff.

Clearly, he was dissatisfied with Flender's earlier remarks.

It was obviously a sign of his displeasure toward Flender's previous words.

Blue Silver Grass could hardly achieve great things?

Heh.

A trace of coldness flashed through his eyes.

How could the eyes of these vulgar people possibly discern the potential of Little San's Blue Silver Grass?

If Yu Xiaogang's senses had been any sharper, he would have recognized that the black-robed figure was none other than Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, who had visited him during the holidays and tossed him a Pope Token.

Tang Hao leaned against the tree trunk, holding a wine gourd in his hand.

For the vast majority of the time, he had been following behind Tang San, simply never having had the need to intervene.

Tang Hao withdrew his gaze, his entire person melting back into the shadows of the tree canopy as if he had never existed at all.

Not long after, once Tang San and Lin Mo had departed, Flender patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder and warned him with a serious expression:

"Xiaogang, you must also cultivate diligently during this coming period. The flesh and blood of that Thunder Flood Dragon should be enough to sustain your Luo Sanpao martial soul for the year."

"If you run out, remember to come find me at Shrek."

"I look forward to the day your cultivation breaks through to the thirtieth level, Xiaogang!"

Speaking of this, Flender glanced in the direction where Lin Mo and Tang San had left.

"A year from now, I will come here to meet Lin Mo and take him to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for the most suitable thousand-year second soul ring for him!"

"With me on the job, you can set your mind at ease!"

Flender patted his chest, his tone heroic.

"Mm."

Yu Xiaogang nodded, saying nothing more.

With Flender's strength as a Soul Saint, taking Lin Mo to hunt for a thousand-year soul ring was more than enough.

Immediately after, Flender released his martial soul, and after his Cat Eagle transformation, he vanished into the horizon like a streak of light.

Watching the direction Flender had departed in, Yu Xiaogang remained silent for a moment before setting off to return to his dormitory.

Walking along the small path back, Flender's words still echoed in his ears.

He was not worried about Flender taking Lin Mo to hunt for a soul ring; what he was considering now was another matter: Tang San's academic progress.

He did not intend to let Tang San graduate from Notting Academy too early.

Two years was simply not enough time for him to pass on all the knowledge he possessed to Tang San.

Yu Xiaogang's mind was filled with too many things, and this knowledge could not be imparted in a single day.

Every piece of this knowledge required time to learn and digest.

There were many things he wanted to teach this gifted disciple.

Even though Tang San was exceptionally intelligent and learned far faster than the average person, the acquisition and absorption of knowledge ultimately took time.

Two years was far too short.

Twelve years old.

By the time Tang San reached twelve, he should be able to learn most of the knowledge he had to impart.

At that time, it would be when Tang San set off for Shrek Academy.

Six years would be enough for him to teach Tang San everything that needed to be taught.

Time flew by, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Spring departed and autumn arrived, the seasons alternated, and the patch of Blue Silver Grass behind Notting Academy turned green and then yellow, yellow and then green.

Just as Lin Mo had anticipated, before the end of this school year, his cultivation had successfully reached the level of a twentieth-level quasi-Soul Grand Master.

Twentieth level meant that he only needed to obtain one more soul ring to officially become a Soul Grand Master.

An eight-year-old quasi-Soul Grand Master—this speed was enough to leave countless people in the entire Heaven Dou Empire dumbfounded.

He logically went to the Dean to apply for early graduation.

Regarding this, although Yu Xiaogang's good friend, the Dean of Notting Academy, felt a sense of reluctance, he still approved Lin Mo's graduation application.

It was just as he had said: with Lin Mo's talent as an eight-year-old quasi-Soul Grand Master, even without revealing his heaven-defying combat strength, it was enough for early graduation.

Based on this alone, his Soul Power Level and age were sufficient to pass a special admission into any high-level Soul Master Academy in the Heaven Dou Empire.

When the Dean said this, his tone held both pride and regret.

The pride of Notting Academy was having produced such a genius, yet the regret was that this genius was about to leave.

Regarding this, Lin Mo could only shake his head and smile; after all, he had already promised the Grandmaster that he would join Shrek Academy.

Shrek Academy—the name did not ring loud across the continent, and one could even say that hardly anyone had heard of it.

However, based on Lin Mo's understanding of Shrek Academy, once Liu Erlong returned in the future, Shrek Academy, possessing the combat power of a pseudo-Title Douluo, would be considered top-tier among all advanced Soul Master academies.

At the very least, in terms of the assistance it would provide him in hunting soul beasts to obtain soul rings, Lin Mo felt it would be more than enough until he graduated at level forty.

Long before his cultivation broke through, Yu Xiaogang had already handed over the information regarding Shrek Academy to him.

Notting City, Notting Grand Hotel.

Inside a private room on the second floor, three children who looked to be no more than nine or ten years old were feasting heartily.

The room was not large, but it was decorated quite elegantly.

The dark wooden round table was covered with bowls and plates of all sizes.

Braised pork, sauce-flavored ribs, steamed sea bass, sweet and sour pork tenderloin—the table had been packed with dishes, and now, very little remained.

A few landscape paintings hung on the walls, and with the window half-open, the clamor from the street below drifted in faintly.

Looking closely, one could see that these three were Lin Mo, Tang San, and Xiao Wu, who had spent another year studying and cultivating at Notting Academy.

Lin Mo sat by the window, a small pile of bones stacked on the plate in front of him.

Over the past year, his appetite had grown steadily alongside his cultivation.

Ordinary food could no longer satisfy the consumption required for his daily cultivation, so he usually ate the special soul beast meat dishes provided on the second floor of the Notting Academy cafeteria.

Although the price was much higher than on the first floor, Lin Mo felt it was worth every penny.

Fortunately, he had started receiving his Soul Master subsidy long ago, which was enough to cover the expenses.

Xiao Wu sat next to Lin Mo, holding a chicken leg in her hand and nibbling on it in small bites.

She was wearing a pink dress today, her long scorpion braid hanging down her back and swaying gently with her movements.

A hair accessory resembling rabbit ears was pinned to the top of her head, adding a touch of playfulness and cuteness to her appearance.

Tang San sat opposite the two, the plate in front of him also more than half empty.

Yet, unlike Lin Mo and Xiao Wu, who were in slightly excited moods, Tang San, who was burying his head in his food, looked exceptionally dejected.

He kept his head low, picking at his food with his chopsticks in a listless manner, his chewing speed even slower than usual.

His face, which usually lacked expression, was now filled with gloom.

His spirits were particularly low.

Lin Mo was leaving, and even Xiao Wu was leaving too.