Fortune Upon the Body, Big Wet's Belated Arrival

Lin Qingchen decided to stop thinking about it and take another look at Tang Hao instead.

After all, aside from [Fortune Upon the Body], the things Tang San had were simply too hard to swallow.

The Book of Talents flipped open once more.

[Target: Tang Hao]

Talents possessed: [Tang Syndrome] [Fate of a Deceased Wife] [Self-Mutilation Expert] [Clear Sky Secret Arts] [Soul Beast Sacrifice: Blue Silver Emperor] [Family Hero] [Blacksmith Experience]

Lin Qingchen skipped straight past the first two talents, which were identical to Tang San's, and looked at the rest.

[Self-Mutilation Expert]: Once the thought of self-mutilation arises, the user will carry it out without wavering.

[Clear Sky Secret Arts]: Includes the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, Ring Detonation, Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, Great Sumeru Hammer, and other secret arts of the Clear Sky Sect.

[Soul Beast Sacrifice: Blue Silver Emperor]: A sacrifice from the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor. After helping the recipient break through to Level 90, the remaining energy granted him a measure of vitality. A wisp of the Blue Silver Emperor's remnant soul also resides within it.

[Family Hero]: When family members are in mortal danger, anger surges, inevitably triggering [Tang Syndrome] and enhancing its effects.

[Blacksmith Experience]: Forging experience from the divine blacksmith of Douluo I.

Lin Qingchen: ...

Well, Tang Hao's entries were even worse than Tang San's.

The only one that seemed even slightly useful was [Clear Sky Secret Arts], but he didn't really need it that badly.

Lin Qingchen shook his head and ultimately chose to copy Tang San's [Fortune Upon the Body].

The page belonging to Tang San in the Book of Talents in his mind was then torn out by an invisible force and merged into Lin Qingchen's body.

Compared with an increase in strength, something as intangible and elusive as fortune, which could neither be seen nor touched, was even harder to sense.

Fortunately, Lin Qingchen had his own way of checking his fortune.

He brought up the Wonder Maker and saw that the Power of Fortune field had jumped from 100 to 300.

"What a pity. Looks like the little bit of fortune Tang San has right now still isn't as powerful as the gift from my home planet."

Still, it didn't matter. This Power of Fortune should be enough for the time being anyway.

At worst, he could always get a little more Power of Fortune out of these people later.

It was worth mentioning that this Power of Fortune wasn't consumed. It actually remained within the wonders, and as long as those wonders belonged to Lin Qingchen, it would continue to take effect.

That included the single-use bottle of [Tong Yu's Pesticide]. After he took it, the Power of Fortune was actually transferred to his Five Elements Qilin Martial Soul, not directly consumed.

While Lin Qingchen was looking at the Book of Talents, Tang San finished eating.

He tidied up briefly, left a few notes for Tang Hao, and then left with Old Jack.

As they walked, Tang San still looked back toward the village from time to time, clearly reluctant to leave.

"Little San, don't tell me you're still reluctant to leave that drunkard dad of yours?"

"A little, but that's not the whole reason." Tang San didn't really know how to describe it either. After all, he had been an orphan in his previous life, and his father in this life was unbelievably bizarre.

It was only because Tang San came from a feudal age. If he were a modern person, how could he possibly acknowledge a father like that?

Lin Qingchen, by contrast, was completely at ease, without a trace of reluctance.

All along the way, Old Jack talked about the little he knew about Soul Masters, and Tang San listened attentively.

After all, this was his only way of learning about this world.

They walked for half a day and made do with a simple meal of dry rations at noon. By the time the afternoon sun was at its fiercest, they had successfully entered Nuoding City.

"Little Chen, Little San, I'll take you to the academy and then head home. Listen to your teachers while you're there, and don't ever leave the academy without permission. When the term ends, Grandpa Jack will come and pick you up. Though it'll be just about time for the New Year then, too," Old Jack said cheerfully.

Lin Qingchen knew Old Jack couldn't afford an inn, but there was nothing he could do; he had no money either. So he could only say, "I understand. Grandpa Jack, be careful on your way home."

"Hahaha, I don't know how many times I've traveled this road. How could anything happen? Don't you worry."

Tang San nodded as well.

From a distance, they could already see a stone archway over ten meters high and more than twenty meters wide. Beneath it stood a pair of large iron gates forged from refined iron, with two young gatekeepers outside wearing expressions that warned strangers to keep away.

As soon as the three approached, one of the young men glanced at their plain clothes, and his face immediately turned cold. "Stop! What do you want? This isn't a place country folk like you can come and go as you please."

"Young man, we're from Holy Soul Village. These two are work-study students who have awakened Soul Power in our village in recent years. Here are our Martial Soul certificates."

As he spoke, Old Jack handed the two Martial Soul certificates to the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper took one look at the certificates and immediately laughed.

"Hmph, now we've even got Innate Full Soul Power. I'd say your lot came here with forged certificates to swagger around and swindle people!"

With that, he actually tossed the certificates aside and reached out to shove Old Jack.

"Shoo, shoo, shoo! Get back where you came from, and stop being an eyesore!"

Tang San's eyes turned cold. Old Jack had always taken good care of him, yet now this gatekeeper was treating him like this. In Tang San's eyes, the man already had a way to die.

For a feudal man like him, especially one who had been a disciple of a clan-type sect in his previous life, filial piety was practically an instinct etched into his bones. And in his eyes, Old Jack was essentially an elder worthy of respect.

Thus, he immediately gripped the Sleeve Arrow at his wrist, ready to teach the gatekeeper a lesson.

But before he could act, another hand had already seized the gatekeeper's outstretched hand.

"Tell me, it's not up to you to decide whether these Martial Soul certificates are genuine, is it? Could it be that you hold Spirit Hall in contempt?"

Lin Qingchen slapped a serious accusation on him right away, opening with an old-timer's tactic.

"I... of course I don't..."

The gatekeeper immediately deflated. How could he dare bear the accusation of holding Spirit Hall in contempt?

"Hmph! Then get lost."

Lin Qingchen snorted coldly, then pressed the man's hand down and shoved it against his chest.

"Argh-"

The shove sent the gatekeeper flying several meters. He crashed into the academy's iron gate and lay there limply.

Seeing the fear in the man's eyes, Lin Qingchen shook his head and picked up the Martial Soul certificates from the ground.

"Let's go in."

He had gauged his own strength. At most, that blow would give the gatekeeper a moment of pain; it wouldn't cause any real injury.

The man was lying on the ground now mostly out of fear. After all, being sent flying by a child's palm was somewhat frightening.

Only after Lin Qingchen and his group had gone inside did our "Big Wet" finally arrive. He looked at the gatekeeper lying on the ground and immediately frowned.

"What are you lying here for? Is this how you watch the gate?"

The gatekeeper glanced at him, then turned his head away, ignoring him completely.

He was just a freeloader. What right did he have to meddle?

So what if he was the dean's friend? My older cousin, the vice dean, is no pushover either.

One could only say that Yu Xiaogang's record of breaking through fifty years of age at rank thirty was so formidable and deeply ingrained in people's minds that even an ordinary Soul Scholar like the gatekeeper could display the will of a tyrant toward him.

But when faced with someone like Lin Qingchen, who was young but whose strength was unknown, he no longer dared display the will of a tyrant.

Seeing the gatekeeper ignore him, Yu Xiaogang immediately prepared to fly into a rage. But when he remembered that the man had connections too, he immediately backed down and sulked by himself.

"Damn it, sooner or later I'll train a powerful Soul Master and make every one of you who looks down on me pay!"