In this way, Fang Ling spent a year of college life in a relatively dull manner.
Since I had nowhere to go, I stayed in the college during the holidays.
Of course, the pig was killed anyway.
A year later, with an abundant supply of meat, he was completely different from when he was a beggar.
The clean little face is very pretty, with soft features and a gentle light in the eyes.
His appearance cannot be described as that of a fallen immortal, he can only be considered handsome.
Because he has no sharp edges and his temperament is relatively gentle, he can easily blend into the crowd.
His body has gradually recovered, and he has changed from being skinny and bony to the body of an ordinary child.
Not tall, not short, not fat, not thin.
The body changes a lot, but the panels don't change much.
Only the Soul Power column has been slightly changed: 1→4 (12%).
4 is the soul power level, and 12% represents his current progress in cultivation.
This progress can only be increased through meditation. Both times of adding points are directly to one level. Maybe becoming a soul master will change things?
Fang Ling guessed in his heart.
The plus sign is still gray, and all points are put on soul power.
By practicing meditation on his own, he only grew one level, just as he had originally imagined.
Gain one point by killing a pig, and increase the level by one.
The progress bar automatically fills up and adds another level.
Practice to get one level, add points to get two levels, and become a fourth-level soul warrior.
Fang Ling's skills have become more sophisticated now. He can use his sickle to accurately pierce the pig's throat and cut the carotid artery for bleeding.
Unfortunately, I couldn't skip classes in the morning, and there were not many pigs that could be slaughtered in the afternoon.
Even with the help of Grandpa Liu, it takes about three days to catch one.
Including holidays, the annual progress bar is about 40% longer, which is about 1.4 points.
Then 0.4 cannot be used.
Grown three levels in just one year!
This progress was unimaginably fast in the eyes of Wang Sheng and other part-time students.
You know, most of them can only be promoted to the next level in a year.
Fang Ling is three times stronger than them. Although he only has level one soul power, his cultivation speed should not be underestimated.
If he can maintain this momentum, he can graduate early in two years.
In Douluo Continent, being able to graduate early means that you have practiced quickly. At the same age, your higher level of cultivation means better talent.
Any college would be eager to accept him.
You can also get better recommendations and enter a better intermediate soul master academy.
How could they not be envious?
The soul power increased gratifyingly, but the key expertise column still had no movement.
He tried many methods.
For example, try practicing your own sickle technique.
Junior colleges don't teach much about combat. Fang Ling was born in a peaceful country in his previous life. As a civilian, he rarely wields swords and guns.
He was not good at this either, having only read some novels, and could only chop around with his sickle spirit.
Even so, Fang Ling still tried his best to squeeze out time and kept swinging the sickle vigorously with both hands for at least thirty minutes each day.
His expertise didn't change, but he did develop the "unicorn arm", which made him more steady when killing pigs.
This can be considered as progress.
The school hasn't started yet, and except for a poor part-time student, the students who need to pay tuition have not arrived yet.
So Fang Ling walked around the academy with confidence, thinking hard about how to acquire expertise.
In a blink of an eye, he saw a familiar teacher passing by in front of him. He was teaching soul beast knowledge.
Soul beast = soul ring = expertise!
This equation appeared in Fang Ling's mind. He recalled the teacher's personality and immediately shouted loudly and quickly followed.
"Teacher Song, please wait a moment."
"?" The plump middle-aged man called "Teacher Song" by Fang Ling turned his head slightly.
After a look of doubt on his slightly plump face, a faint smile appeared.
"You are... the first-year part-time student Fang Ling?"
There was only one lame person in the college, and he was a rare working-study student. He had some impression of him.
"Teacher, it's me." Fang Ling didn't expect that he still remembered him.
Teacher Song recalled for a moment and remembered more information:
"I remember you are only level one. What do you want from me, who teaches you how to identify soul beasts?"
"First of all, no loan."
"I'm not asking you to borrow money, and I've already passed the level 4 exam." Fang Ling said with a bit of boasting tone.
"Level 4?" Teacher Song was surprised. "So what are you doing here?"
"I just happened to meet you. I would like to ask you to give me some advice on how to obtain my spirit rings in the future."
Teacher Song frowned slightly, then relaxed and said with a smile:
"Spirit ring? Even if you reach level 4 in a year, you are still far from the level 10 spirit ring requirement. Don't aim too high and aim too high."
Fang Ling stayed beside him, smiling: "I just want to prepare in advance, so that I won't be in a panic later."
"If you prepare early, you won't be in a panic when the time comes."
"If you have something important to do, please leave me alone. I will come to you next time when you are free."
Fang Ling added considerately.
"Nothing important, just taking a walk. This is not a place to talk. Let's go to my office."
Teacher Song shook his head slightly.
Fang Ling followed him into a not-so-big office.
Both walls inside are lined with bookcases. The books are not new and the covers are already yellowed, showing that they have been read many times.
Fang Ling glanced around and watched him sit down.
"With your physical fitness..."
Teacher Song stopped talking halfway.
"After studying for a year, I should have some impression of some common soul beasts. What do you think?"
"I want to follow the path of a combat soul master."
Then, Fang Ling said what he had thought about carefully:
"Choose Hard-skinned Bull to increase the toughness of the sickle, or Blade Mantis to increase the sharpness of the sickle, or choose a powerful self-amplification skill."
Teacher Song praised: "Sharpness and tenacity instead of long-range skills, it's a good idea."
"This is something that only senior students learn. It seems that you have your own thoughts."
"But the academy will not help you obtain these dangerous hundred-year spirit rings."
Under Fang Ling's puzzled gaze, he stood up and took out a book from the bookcase. While flipping through the book, he asked softly:
"You are not as flexible as others. Do you really want to choose the thorny road of a combat soul master?"
"certainly!"
Fang Ling nodded vigorously.
"I used to be a beggar, and was lucky enough to enter the Soul Master Academy. Because of this, I never want to experience that feeling of powerlessness again."
Teacher Song was still flipping through the book, explaining in more detail the words that had just shocked Fang Ling.
"The captive soul beast forest is also dangerous for young soul masters who have not yet obtained a soul ring or have only one soul ring."
"Generally speaking, for the sake of safety, a spirit master academy in a small place like ours will only help obtain spirit beasts with powerful combat power like the ones you mentioned for ten years."
"This..." Fang Ling fell into deep thought.
Teacher Song interrupted his thoughts.
"If I tell you that you don't focus on hardness, sharpness, or your own amplification soul skills, but choose a weaker hundred-year soul beast, would you be willing?"
"Please give me some advice, teacher." Fang Ling bowed quickly to ask for advice.
(End of this chapter)