One month later, in a dilapidated courtyard on the edge of the city.
Fang Ling was eating pig intestines, watching the growth of the virtual progress bar with great joy.
The original empty frame has now increased by more than one-sixth!
A pig, like a human being, can grow one percent, but it is much easier to kill a pig than a human being.
It was the progress he had always dreamed of in the past.
Although due to physical and technical reasons, it takes three days for him to kill one.
Not many were killed, but it was much better than just waiting.
The progress bar will grow along with the number of pigs slaughtered. It will only take about five months to accumulate some money.
The speed of becoming a soul master has more than doubled.
But now, in addition to killing pigs, there is another very important thing -
It's time to sign up.
That's right, there are many villages outside the city, so the Spirit Hall will awaken the spirits three months in advance.
Since the city is close, we usually book one month in advance.
After slaughtering pigs for a month, Fang Ling now has time to go to school.
After changing into a set of clean and simple new clothes, he reluctantly memorized the dilapidated courtyard in his mind.
From now on he will live in Notting College, the place where dragons hide, and unless something unexpected happens he probably won't come back.
He put the dagger he got as a trophy from the old beggar on his waist and found the hidden proof.
He first looked at it carefully, then kissed it, and then Fang Ling strode out.
Notting College is in the west of Nottingham, and his dilapidated courtyard is in the south of Nottingham.
The city is not big, and he is familiar with everywhere, so it won't take long for him to get there.
It took about half an hour to get there.
A tall rock arch with two black iron gates underneath.
In the middle of the arch, there are four big characters, "Notting College".
Just from this door, one can tell that it is of great value. The soul master is truly worthy of being the ruler of Douluo Continent.
There was a young man guarding the door standing at the door. He looked so sloppy and didn't look like a good guy at first glance.
Most likely, he will be the one who will make things difficult for Tang San in the future, and then be judged as someone who deserves death.
The concierge saw Fang Ling standing still, waved his finger downwards at him, and said:
"Go away, little brat, go play somewhere else. This is Notting College, not a place for you to play."
"Hello handsome guy, I am a work-study student from Huangshi Village who is going to attend Notting College. This is the soul master certificate issued by Master Su."
Fang Ling was not annoyed by his impolite words. He directly took out the soul master certificate and handed it to him.
The concierge took the certificate and glanced at it: "Weapon Spirit Scythe, Level 1 Spirit Power?"
After waiting for a while and seeing that Fang Ling did not give any response, he glanced at his prosthesis and a playful smile appeared on his face.
"With such low-level spirit power and a cripple, you want to enroll?"
"Huangshi Village is such a garbage village."
Fang Ling didn't care about being scolded in Huangshi Village, since he was not from there anyway.
But I couldn't help but feel angry at him for blocking my way.
Tang San was absolutely right.
Fang Ling agreed with him a little. This damn concierge really wanted to die!
He had only worked for a month, and not only did he not get paid much, but he also couldn't pay me!
This idiot concierge was not a soul master. He dared to come and block the road to ask for money. Did he want to die?
Fang Ling was currently living cautiously, but he was not afraid to draw his sword when threatened by a mortal!
There was a flash of light in the palm of his right hand, and the sickle martial spirit appeared in an instant.
At the same time, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his gaze was extremely cold, and a hint of murderous intent unconsciously revealed between his brows.
He had killed people and ten pigs before. Whenever he recalled the feeling at that time, the murderous aura would naturally emerge.
There must be some connection for a person without soul power to be the gatekeeper of the Soul Master Academy. It would not be good to kill him.
So he was just trying to scare her, otherwise he would definitely start with lime.
The doorman's smiling face suddenly froze.
Looking at the cold and shining blade in Fang Ling's hand, he felt a chill coming, and his hair stood on end and his muscles trembled.
Wrong person! Where did this powerful kid come from?
He has been taking bribes for three years, and the only reason he is still alive is that he has good eyesight and gave in in time.
Realizing that something was wrong, the concierge cursed inwardly, and begged for mercy: "I was sleepy last night, so I spoke without restraint today. Brother Fang, please don't argue with a fool like me."
Fang Ling ignored his plea for mercy and walked right past him.
After entering the academy, the sickle disappeared and his left hand took it out from the bag of lime on his waist.
He patted the dust off his hands and sneered, "You cheap bastard."
The doorman looked at the scattered dust and felt a chill on his back, realizing that he was on the verge of death.
He bowed continuously and fanned his cheeks vigorously.
"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch."
Fang Ling no longer paid attention to this unfortunate thing. He knew the location of the Academic Affairs Office and walked directly to the first floor of the main teaching building.
The door to the Academic Affairs Office was open. I glanced at the sign on the door to make sure I was in the right place, then walked in.
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After successfully registering, Fang Ling took a standard white Notting College uniform from the dean of studies and walked towards the dormitory building.
The dormitory for working students is in Building 7, which is the dormitory with the worst environment in the entire college.
This was not surprising. There was no tuition fee in the first place, but allowing a poor boy to have a place to live and study was already a blessing to the world from the Spirit Hall.
At least he had a bed and wouldn't be killed in his sleep. It was better than his original dilapidated courtyard.
As soon as I walked to the door of Dormitory 7, I heard a noise coming from inside.
Looking closely, I saw that the door was open and there were seven or eight children playing inside.
Fang Ling knocked on the door with his usual bright smile on his face.
We are all roommates, so we have to have good relationships.
Life can be more comfortable.
"Hello, I'm Fang Ling, the new part-time student."
Everyone was attracted by the newcomer and stopped playing.
The tallest leader walked towards him.
He was tall and strong, two heads taller than the skinny Fang Ling.
He looked at Fang Ling's improved prosthesis in astonishment, then looked down at him from above.
"I'm Wang Sheng, the boss of the dormitory. My martial spirit is Zhanhu. What's your martial spirit?"
"sickle."
Fang Ling summoned his martial soul and showed it to them.
Scythe!
Wang Sheng's eyes lit up. It was a good fighting spirit.
But then his eyes immediately dimmed, unfortunately he was a cripple.
"Little cripple, remember to listen to me from now on, okay?"
"What will happen if you don't listen?" Fang Ling blinked.
"If you beat me, you can become the boss and not have to listen to me! Do you want to try?"
Wang Sheng clenched his fist so hard that it made a crackling sound, then he gestured to Fang Ling with his sandbag-sized fist.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a defiant smile, as if to intimidate.
"Are you scared?"
"Let's fight." Fang Ling continued to smile and raised his sickle to challenge him.
"I have my own things to do and I can't possibly follow your orders."
Relying solely on Wang Sheng's physical advantage, he would most likely be defeated if he didn't use force from the beginning.
They were classmates who had been together for at least three years, and they were in the academy, so Fang Ling didn't want to be ruthless, but he had to hit them.
When people are bullied, they will want to vent, and the easiest way is to divert their anger.
So you can't be underestimated from the beginning.
Otherwise, if you are too young and weak, you will easily suffer losses.
(End of this chapter)