Regarding Oscar's current cultivation speed, Wu Ling also nodded with satisfaction.
In the original work, Oscar awakens Martial Soul at the age of six, and only reaches level 30 after Tang San reaches Shrek at the age of fourteen. Although there is an auxiliary system Martial Soul is relatively slow in cultivation, but look at Ning Rongrong, who is one level below Innate Soul Power. She was only thirteen years old when she reached level 30 after going to Shrek.
The most important reasons for this are two. The first reason is that Oscar was lazy when he was a child, and he was not too concerned about cultivation.
The second reason is because Shrek, Oscar, as a student in the academy, you do not have a superior environment and high-quality teachers, let alone, at least the most basic thing is to supervise and urge him to practice.
But the result is that before Tang San went there, Oscar in the original book was either selling his own Sausage, or going shopping with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.
Although Ning Rongrong had a bad personality at the beginning, under the guidance of her father and the two Douluo, the quality of her studies was not comparable to that of Oscar.
To sum up, this second factor, Shrek's genius-like cultivation method is the biggest reason.
But now, Oscar has the supervision from professional teachers, as well as the exercises and pills given by Wu Ling from time to time. In every aspect, it is better than Shrek in the original work, and it is not even half as good.
So it is very normal for him to become Soul Grandmaster at the age of eight. In Wu Ling's plan for him, not to mention letting him advance to a major level in two years like himself, but it is more than enough to reach level 30 before he is twelve or twelve years old.
"Okay, just keep going at this speed. If you need anything, just tell your teacher. If you need pills or anything, just tell me."
"Okay Brother Wu."
After dinner, Wu Ling changed some of the ghost stories from his previous life into Douluo's version, and then told a few of them to Oscar. Finally, with Wu Ling's wicked smile, Oscar "ran away" and left Wu Ling's home.
After Oscar left, Wu Ling touched his belly, "Maybe it's because of the battle between Xiao Lan and Xiao Hei just now. Why does it feel like these meals are being consumed faster and faster.
Old Li, tell the cook to prepare a table of meals for me... Wait Old Li, not just today, but four meals every day from now on, and there will be more styles. As for the wages, you can give them some extra, you can't let them work overtime in vain, right?"
"The young master treats his servants so considerately." Old Li sighed with emotion and nodded, then walked towards the place where the servants lived.
Looking at Old Li's leaving figure, Wu Ling was already considering whether he should let Xiao Fen get him some Hokage's Military Ration Pill or Dragon Ball's Senzu Bean.
Wu Ling looked at the books he took from the Spirit Hall library for a while, and then all the meals were served.
After eating, Wu Ling rested for a while, took a shower, and then returned to his bedroom to continue reading. After all, today was the first day back after winning the fourth Spirit Ring, so he could still give himself a break or something.
So today Wu Ling himself did not practice, and at the same time he did not let Xiao Hong and the others come out to practice. Even Xiao Fen was forcefully taken back by him on the grounds that "you must rest well before you can study mentally."
After looking at the spot, he found that the time was already half past nine. Wu Ling closed the book and stood up. In his bedroom, he started doing a kind of gymnastics that Xiao Fen studied, which can make the muscles of the whole body move.
When it was ten o'clock, Wu Ling did gymnastics for half an hour, feeling comfortable all over and not sweating much. He picked up the slightly cold glass of milk on the bedside, drank it in a gulp, and then fell on the bed with a "pop" and fell asleep like a baby...
At six o'clock the next morning, Wu Ling, who had slept for a full eight hours, got up after forgetting all the fatigue from the previous day.
"As you practice cultivation, except for your own strength, everything is impure."
After eating breakfast and waiting for half an hour, Wu Ling was just about to practice when the butler Old Li came over with a subtle expression.
"Master, Miss Qian is here to look for trouble again."
Wu Ling's plan to practice was suddenly interrupted. He felt unhappy and said with some disgust, "Ha~ Could it be that Spirit Hall is owned by her family? It's so casual. If you don't know how to disturb other people's practice, you should be tied up and fucked a hundred times. A hundred times."
Seeing Wu Ling talking like this, Old Li quickly lowered his head and pretended not to hear anything.
There was no way, after all, Spirit Hall was really driven by the Qian Clan, so even if Wu Ling was unhappy, he put on a warm and hearty smile to greet Qian Renxue.
"Ah hahaha, isn't this Miss Qianda? Why do you want to come to me again?"
Although Wu Ling had a smile on his face, Qian Renxue, who knew how to watch people's words and expressions, immediately discovered the clues.
"Why do I feel that your smile is so fake and a little disgusting?" Originally Qian Renxue would not be so direct, but remembering what his grandfather told him about Wu Ling's character last night, he finally decided to say it in a joking tone.
After seeing Qian Renxue's appearance that matched his own, and then hearing her beautiful voice, Wu Ling's slightly irritable heart was soothed, and after rubbing his face, he calmed down again.
When Wu Ling put down his hand again, the relaxed and helpless expression on his face also made Qian Renxue a little bit unable to help laughing.
"Miss Qianda, if you come here when I am about to practice, it will be as awkward as wearing ill-fitting clothes in the new year."
Faced with Wu Ling's strange metaphor, Qian Lixue was not too surprised, because her grandfather mentioned to her that Wu Ling would sometimes make a few strange sentences out of nowhere, which might be related to what he said about Age of Gods, but the practice Wu Ling said aroused Qian Renxue's interest.
"Are you ready to practice? Can I join you today? To be honest, not only me, but also the elders have mentioned to me that they want to practice with you and want to see how you can practice so fast."
Wu Ling doesn't care much about such trivial matters. "Okay, it's all trivial, but if you have anything urgent, you can tell me first."
Qian Renxue shook his head gently, "No, I just want to apologize for my rudeness yesterday, and then chat with you today."
"Okay, then you come with me, but before practicing, I will introduce a few people to you." After saying that, Wu Ling walked back to the yard as a leader.
Qian Renxue tilted his head, followed Wu Ling and closed the door before guessing, "There are several people. Is it possible that there are others besides me who are practicing with Wu Ling? By the way, it is possible that the food type Spirit Master whom grandpa said he summoned, but that's just one, how about the others?"
When following Wu Ling to the yard where he was defeated yesterday, Qian Renxue looked at the place where he failed yesterday with complicated eyes, and was stunned.
Because there are two men who are eight inches taller than Wu Ling, plus a man wearing pitch black armor, posing in a strange posture in the center of the yard.