All In on Lin Chuan! Lin Chuan Leveled Up While Lying Down Again!

"Old Ma, have you lost your mind? That's the nest egg you saved up your whole life!"

Su Yuntao was dumbfounded!

Ma Xiunuo's hands trembled slightly, but his eyes were exceptionally resolute.

"Yuntao..."

"My talent has been limited all my life. This is as far as I'll ever get."

"But I'm not willing to accept it..."

He raised his head and stared intensely at Su Yuntao.

"But that child, Lin Chuan, is different. I have a feeling that one day, he'll stand at the very pinnacle of this continent!"

Su Yuntao was stunned by those words.

He suddenly slapped his thigh and leaped up from his chair.

Gritting his teeth, he said,

"Fine! Since you've got this kind of nerve, Old Ma, I, Su Yuntao, can't be a coward either!"

"I still have a few bottles of treasured secret medicine. I was planning to save them as betrothal gifts to marry Si Si next door!"

At the mention of that alluring female Soul Master, a trace of pain flashed through Su Yuntao's eyes, only to be replaced by determination.

"Looking at it now, Si Si might not even think much of a Soul Grandmaster in his twenties like me."

"But if this kid Lin Chuan makes something of himself, then even if I'm only the guide who once handed him a drink, who in Spirit Hall would dare not give me some face in the future?"

"To hell with getting a wife! Women only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword, but Lin Chuan can carry me to the top!"

At that moment, the two men reached a mad consensus.

Early morning.

Notting Academy's Back Mountain.

Tang San sat cross-legged atop a rock nearby.

His eyes were shut as he faced the rising purple qi, inhaling and exhaling.

This was a supreme art of the Tang Sect, as well as a daily practice he never missed, rain or shine.

Beneath a crooked tree not far from Tang San,

Lin Chuan, the King of Slackers, lay sprawled out on his back.

A thick layer of soft grass was spread beneath him, specially laid out by Tang San.

He was covered with a coat made from soul beast fur, a gift from Su Yuntao.

He slept as though the world had ended.

Lin Chuan gladly accepted Su Yuntao and Ma Xiunuo's goodwill.

That very day, he handed the precious Century Blood Ginseng to Tang San.

"Xiao San, you eat it first!"

"That way, you can catch up to me!"

Tang San cried his eyes out!

He trained hard for a week and, with the help of the medicine's effects, rose by one level!

Yet he discovered that Lin Chuan had somehow risen by two levels!

Tang San: ...

Why did Big Brother seem to level up without training much at all?

He could only assume that his big brother was simply absurdly gifted!

From Lin Chuan's perspective,

resources existed to be used.

Whether he enjoyed them himself or gave a portion to Tang San,

he would never hoard them!

And as for debts of gratitude, he wasn't afraid of those at all!

Someone gave him money every month, treated him to delicious food,

and supported him with medicinal baths and more.

They were truly more than ten times better than Tang Hao!

What was there to be dissatisfied with?

At most, once he made it big, he would look after Su Yuntao and Ma Xiunuo. What was the big deal?

The debts of today could be repaid by his future self!

At this moment,

Tang San, who had just finished his cultivation, slowly opened his eyes. A glint flashed through his Purple Demon Eye.

His Purple Demon Eye had already reached the second stage, Microscopic Realm, and he was even in its middle to late phase!

But when he looked at the sleeping Lin Chuan beside him,

through the vision of his Purple Demon Eye,

the primordial qi between heaven and earth around them actually formed subtle whirlpools with every snore Lin Chuan let out.

There was no need for deliberate guidance, nor any complicated cultivation technique.

That primordial qi of heaven and earth was like children who had found their home.

It rushed into Lin Chuan's pores, nourishing his meridians and strengthening his Soul Power.

"Big Brother... is truly incredible."

"He's actually already entered the third stage of the Purple Demon Eye, Jiezi!"

Tang San sighed inwardly.

"The highest realm of cultivation is not deliberately pursuing power, but becoming one with heaven and earth, letting the Dao follow nature."

"Though I cultivate diligently every day, I have ultimately taken the lower path. I am merely practicing techniques."

Tang San murmured to himself, his eyes filled with admiration.

"The general outline of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record says: The Great Dao is simple; a heavy sword has no edge."

"Big Brother is cultivating his heart! Even in his sleep, he is comprehending nature. Every breath he takes resonates with this world."

"This is clearly the legendary realm of Unity of Heaven and Man!"

"This is the difference in talent, and the difference in realm."

Thinking of this, Tang San clenched his fists, and even fiercer fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

"If an ordinary person like me doesn't work even harder, how can I keep up with Big Brother? How can I be worthy of being his brother?"

"I'll add another hour of Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer practice!"

Tang San took a deep breath, jumped down from the rock, and took several heavy chunks of Iron Mother from his Soul Tool.

Thus, while Lin Chuan turned over and continued snoring, Tang San began another round of self-torturing special training.

A rhythmic chorus of "clang, clang" rang out as well.

The sound did not wake Lin Chuan. Instead, it seemed like some kind of lullaby, making him sleep even more soundly.

Notting Academy, teachers' office.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was scratching his head anxiously in front of a pile of documents.

His hair seemed even thinner than before.

"Unreasonable... Completely unreasonable..."

Grandmaster stared at the records concerning Lin Chuan and painfully tugged at his own hair.

"No meditation, yet his Soul Power grows automatically?"

"No hunting soul beasts, yet simply by eating and drinking, his physical strength surpasses that of same-level assault-type Soul Masters by three times?"

Over the past five years, Lin Chuan had repeatedly ground Grandmaster's worldview into the dirt.

He had once tried to use his theories to guide Lin Chuan.

In the end, Lin Chuan had punched a slab of granite into powder right in front of him.

And that punch had not even used Soul Power. It was pure physical strength.

Grandmaster had fallen silent on the spot.

Faced with such a completely unreasonable mutated freak,

Grandmaster went through a journey from shock, to doubting his life, to utter speechlessness.

In the end, he understood.

"My theories are not wrong! Lin Chuan is the one who's wrong!"

"He is an exceptional case that cannot be replicated!"

"I can't waste my time on him. I should focus on Xiao San!"

"Xiao San! My disciple! Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, diligent, hardworking, respectful of his teacher and the Dao!"

"Xiao San is the perfect practitioner of my theories!"

"Only through him can I prove that I, Yu Xiaogang, am not useless!"

Just then, the office door was gently pushed open.

Lin Chuan's lazy figure swayed inside, a thermos clutched in his hand.

"Yo, Grandmaster, still not asleep?"

Yawning, Lin Chuan set the thermos on the desk.

"Look at how worried you are every day. You're about to lose all your hair."

"Here, this is my goji berry and red date tea. It's premium stuff Brother Su Yuntao gave me. It replenishes qi and nourishes the blood."

Grandmaster looked at the goji berry tea in front of him, then at Lin Chuan's concerned expression. The corner of his mouth twitched twice.

What was this supposed to mean?

Lin Chuan shrugged. Was he not even allowed to show some concern?

When Yu Xiaogang collapsed from exhaustion, who would help him raise Tang San?

With Grandmaster fully taking care of Tang San, Lin Chuan felt that his slacker life was even more secure!

This was a win-win situation!

Winter break, Holy Soul Village.

This remote little village became extraordinarily lively because Lin Chuan, Tang San, and Xiao Wu had returned.

Village Chief Old Jack put on the new padded jacket he only ever wore during the New Year.