Golden Dragon Breathing Technique and Na'er

The next day, just as the sky began to brighten, Tang Wulin was pulled out of bed by Tang Ziran.

Today was the day he would enroll in the Soul Master Class at Red Mountain Academy.

Long Yuan clicked his tongue in wonder; he hadn't expected students on the Douluo Continent to have it so rough, starting their 7:00 AM grind at only six years old.

According to the regulations of the Sun-Moon Federation, both primary and intermediate academies were free, compulsory education. Primary academy lasted for three years, while intermediate academy lasted for six.

Red Mountain Academy, where Tang Wulin was headed, was a primary academy.

There were a few ways to advance to a higher academy: either get admitted through excellent grades or pay a hefty sum for entry.

To put it simply, it was just the difference between a standard entrance exam and a special admission; those who knew, knew.

Alternatively, one could also enter a specialized academy to learn a specific trade.

Tang Ziran dropped Tang Wulin off at the academy gate and watched him walk inside before hurrying away.

The Soul Master Class had dedicated teachers waiting at the entrance to receive students, and their treatment was clearly much better than that of the ordinary classes. In addition to the cultural courses taken by everyone, they would also learn knowledge related to Soul Masters and methods of cultivation.

There were only fifteen students in this year's Soul Master Class, and they were all gathered quickly. The teacher led the students back to the classroom.

"Hello everyone, I am your homeroom teacher, Lin Ximeng. Over the next three years, I will teach you the foundational knowledge regarding Soul Masters. Now, please start by introducing yourselves: your name, your Martial Soul, and your innate soul power rank."

Sure enough, when it was Tang Wulin's turn to introduce himself, the students burst into laughter the moment they heard "Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."

Tang Wulin's face flushed bright red, and he returned to his seat, suppressing his anger.

"Uncle Long Yuan, is the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul really that bad?" Tang Wulin asked, feeling somewhat dejected.

[Why the sudden thought?]

"Everyone is laughing at me."

[Just a bunch of people with no vision; don't pay them any mind. With me helping you, your future achievements will absolutely far surpass theirs.]

The classroom was large with several empty desks. Long Yuan sat in the back row by the window, admiring the scenery outside while chatting with Tang Wulin through his divine sense.

Through his testing, he discovered that his divine sense could only extend up to ten meters away from Tang Wulin; any further and it wouldn't work.

Of course, as long as he didn't want to be seen, even Tang Wulin himself couldn't perceive this avatar of divine sense.

Soon, Lin Ximeng began to lecture on knowledge of the Soul Master world, and Tang Wulin gradually became immersed, greedily absorbing everything he heard.

Long Yuan had seen enough of the scenery, so he returned to the mental space to begin digesting his own power.

In the afternoon, Lin Ximeng stopped teaching cultural subjects and instead handed out a small booklet to everyone. Printed on it was the foundational cultivation technique publicly issued by the Federation to all academies.

"Alright, this afternoon, I will teach you how to cultivate. First, listen to me explain the key points, and then try to sense the energy of heaven and earth to begin your practice."

Tang Wulin was just about to listen when he was interrupted by Long Yuan.

[Wulin, there's no need to learn this low-tier technique. It's just the most common trash the Federation hands out; it's barely enough to cultivate with and offers no bonuses whatsoever.]

"Ah? But..."

[Enough, I have a higher-tier one here. Just listen to me; I'll tell you how to cultivate this technique next.]

[...]

Tang Wulin listened attentively. Although he didn't understand cultivation, Uncle Long Yuan's technique sounded much more complex than what the teacher was explaining.

In his simple way of thinking, the harder something was to understand, the stronger it must be, so he focused entirely on Long Yuan.

This technique was naturally not some traditional method; it was merely some experience Long Yuan had summarized from the energy circulation within his own true body.

However, since this was knowledge referenced from a God King, it was naturally countless times stronger than the common goods Lin Ximeng was teaching.

Soon, Long Yuan finished his explanation. To better coordinate the process, he quietly released an even smaller amount of Golden Dragon King essence than he had during Tang Wulin's Martial Soul awakening, guiding Tang Wulin's soul power to circulate on its own according to his control.

This tiny bit of soul power would naturally not trigger the seal, and it could be absorbed by Tang Wulin—it was a perfect choice.

For his true body, this loss had no impact at all; he recovered in just a few breaths.

Simply perfect!

Under Long Yuan's influence, Tang Wulin quickly entered the state, and even without guidance, his soul power began to circulate on its own.

Lin Ximeng watched all of this, shocked to her core.

I didn't expect him to be the first one to find the state!

Glancing at the others nearby who were still fidgeting, Lin Ximeng sighed inwardly, "It's a pity his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass; otherwise, with his comprehension, he would surely achieve something great."

Time slipped away in a hurry, and the bell for the end of class soon rang, pulling Tang Wulin out of his meditative state.

[Wulin, how do you feel?]

Tang Wulin opened his eyes, visibly delighted.

"Uncle Long Yuan, you're amazing!"

[Hm? Still calling me Uncle? I taught you this Golden Dragon Breathing Technique; shouldn't you change how you address me?]

"Uh, Teacher?"

[That's more like it. Remember to practice diligently from now on. Although your innate soul power is relatively low, as long as you put in the effort, your achievements won't be bad.]

"Yes!"

Tang Wulin left Red Mountain Academy in high spirits. He only wanted to get home quickly and continue practicing his soul power; the sensation from his earlier practice had left him incredibly excited.

The only pity was that he seemed to be hungry again.

Tang Wulin rubbed his stomach, feeling quite puzzled.

Red Mountain Academy provided lunch, and it was unlimited. Tang Wulin had eaten until he was stuffed, yet he was hungry again the moment school let out.

[It's normal. You are practicing a stronger cultivation technique, which utilizes energy more efficiently, so naturally, you digest food faster.]

Tang Wulin nodded. "I understand, Teacher."

Just then, a small figure by the roadside suddenly caught his attention.

What drew his gaze was a striking flash of silver under the sunlight.

A little girl was crouching by the side of the road. She looked even younger than him, but she had a head of short silver hair that reflected the sunlight naturally, creating a rare, shimmering glow.

Long Yuan naturally saw her too.

As expected, Na'er has come after all, Long Yuan thought to himself.

At that moment, Na'er looked up, and her amethyst-like eyes locked onto Tang Wulin immediately.

"Little girl, where are your parents?" Just then, a few rowdy-looking youths were also drawn by that silver hair and crowded around the little girl.

Na'er ignored them and silently lowered her head.

The youths exchanged glances, and one of them said, "This silver hair is truly rare. Maybe she's from one of the other two continents. If we could catch her, we might be able to sell her for a good price on the underground black market, right?"

The group looked at each other and nodded heavily, greed gleaming in their eyes.

"Teacher, what do I do? What should I do?" Tang Wulin had seen everything and grew anxious.

He felt a strong sense of affinity for this girl.

Long Yuan smiled.

[Wulin, do you trust me?]