After Fang Ling left the academy, the first place he went to was the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall.
After three years, he came here again.
Gazing at the familiar tall dome building in front of him, he still felt warm in his heart when he recalled the crucial help Su Yuntao had given him in the early stages of his practice.
The guards haven't changed much, they are still the same two as when his spirit awakened three years ago.
Although the one-legged image seemed a little familiar, they still stopped Fang Ling due to their duty.
"Little friend, this is the Spirit Hall, you can't barge in."
"Hello, I am a graduate of Notting College, and I am here for the soul master appraisal."
Fang Ling summoned the sickle martial spirit, and the bright yellow halo was particularly eye-catching.
The guard's eyes focused, and he instantly became extremely envious: "I see, then go ahead and find Master Su Yuntao in the reception hall on the second floor."
"Thank you." After responding, Fang Ling immediately went in.
The sunlight refracted through the crystal windows and fell on the golden murals depicting various martial spirit patterns.
The golden light shines, giving people a feeling of grandeur and simplicity.
When he came in again, he couldn't help but marvel at the majestic dome here.
The reception hall was on the second floor. Fang Ling went up to the second floor, found his seat, and knocked on the door gently.
"Come in." A slightly dignified voice of a young man came from inside the door.
Fang Ling pushed the door open and walked in.
This is a bright office with a majestic young man sitting behind a large desk.
Wearing a neat set of Spirit Hall uniform.
The standard three-sword symbol showed that he was a combat soul master at the great soul master level.
"Who are you?" Su Yuntao looked puzzled and had long lost his impression of him.
Help is just a matter of free will. Who would remember a little soul master of the first level of innateness?
Fang Ling could understand this, so he didn't mind:
"Master Su Yuntao, I'm here for the soul master appraisal. And you helped me with my broken leg, remember?"
She raised her prosthetic left leg to show it to him.
"Broken leg?" Su Yuntao was stunned for a moment, and a flash of reminiscence flashed across his handsome face. "Are you the little beggar from three years ago?"
"What's your innate level?"
"Level 1."
"Level 1. You've become a spirit master in just three years? You've cultivated so fast?"
Su Yuntao was very happy to see that his spontaneous actions could help a little beggar with no future get out of the quagmire.
But there's something wrong with this cultivation.
He glanced at Fang Ling with a look full of suspicion.
"Of course, I tried very hard."
Fang Ling could probably guess what he was doubting, and directly took out the certificate from the Angel Legion.
"You see, I have killed fallen soul masters before, and I have also met people from the Angel Legion Demon Hunting Camp. They have been checked."
"Seven years old, level six, sickle martial spirit, and killed a first-ring fallen spirit master by crossing levels?"
Su Yuntao glanced at him, his face full of disbelief, and his voice rose an octave, almost breaking.
He had never seen the Angel Legion's Demon Hunting Battalion, but had only heard of the name.
This golden certificate specifically has Fang Ling's name, college, cultivation level, year, month and place written on it.
The unique gold paint reflects brilliant light in the sun and is definitely not fake.
The more Su Yuntao thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed.
"you?"
"ah!"
The two looked at each other for a while, and Su Yuntao felt relieved and couldn't help but sigh:
"I didn't expect that the person I discovered by chance would actually be a genius!"
Three levels in one year. Su Yuntao has a congenital third-level soul power, but his cultivation has never been so fast.
Having not fought for so many years, he now feels it is difficult to fight against an opponent of the same level, let alone kill an opponent of a higher level.
I dare not even think about it!
Fang Ling smiled brightly:
"Hehe, I still remember your kindness. When I become rich in the future, I will definitely repay you well."
"I'm not helping you for your reward. If you must, your killing of a fallen soul master is already a reward."
Su Yuntao shook his head, then stood up and patted Fang Ling on the shoulder affectionately:
"Come with me, I will give you a soul master identification."
He led Fang Ling along the corridor to the place where Fang Ling awakened his martial spirit when he first arrived.
The three tall iron doors were still closed at this time.
This time, the door on the left was opened.
Inside the door is a very spacious room, about two hundred square meters.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows provide ample lighting to the room.
The surrounding walls were inlaid with five black stones as big as fists, the same as those used when awakening the martial spirit.
As soon as he entered the room, Fang Ling had a unique feeling.
It seemed that his soul power was rhythmically moving in a special way.
It has something to do with the black stones on the walls.
Su Yuntao moved quickly. As soon as he entered, he picked up a yellow crystal ball from the table and handed it to Fang Ling, saying:
"Inject soul power into it."
Fang Ling nodded and quickly input his soul power into it. The crystal ball lit up with a layer of yellowish light, not strong, but very clear.
"Level 12?"
Su Yuntao raised his eyebrows.
It is rare to be promoted to level twelfth directly after absorbing a spirit ring.
"I followed the dean to obtain the spirit ring more than 20 days ago. It was only level 11 at the time. I broke through not long after returning to practice."
Fang Ling happily told Su Yuntao about the breakthrough story he had fabricated.
Actually, it's not fabricated.
Using points to add points and upgrade is also a form of practice.
Just tell me whether your soul power has increased or not?
The soul power added to the panel is pure and flawless, condensed and solid, and there will be no worries about the soul power being empty.
It really proves the saying that "the panel produced must be of high quality".
Got the badge and received the money.
Fang Ling thanked Su Yuntao again, and after borrowing the detailed map of the area around Notting City stored in the Spirit Hall, he quickly walked towards the butcher shop.
It's afternoon now.
At this point in time, according to common sense, the fat man should still have some meat left to sell.
When he arrived at the store, Fang Ling saw that he was busy.
He was humming a little tune while helping the butcher to cut the meat.
There was no urging, just standing quietly by the side waiting.
The fat man noticed Fang Ling's arrival only after he finished his work.
After wiping off the sweat and cleaning the oil stains on his hands on his clothes, a smile appeared on his face: "Brother Fang? Are you here to play again today?"
"Fatty, I'm not here to play."
"Huh?" The fat man was stunned.
Fang Ling felt a little bitter in his heart, and he forced a smile and said, "I have become a soul master, and I will leave Notting City to go to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy."
"Ah? Where?" the fat man asked subconsciously.
"The Kingdom of Silves."
So far?
The fat man opened his mouth wide. Although he had expected it, he still didn't expect the day of separation to come so soon.
"I'd like you to have a feast with Grandpa Liu and the others, shall we?"
"Walk."
Having a big meal is not a reward, but you should always have a good farewell meal.
Although the slaughterhouse had a strong fishy smell and the taste was not very pleasant, it provided Fang Ling with key starting resources for his practice.
Grandpa Liu and everyone else took very good care of him, so he couldn't just leave like that quietly.
…
"Eat, everyone, eat well and drink well!"
Fang Ling ordered several tables for a grand feast, used water instead of wine, and celebrated with everyone.
"Cheers to Brother Fang for becoming a soul master!"
"cheers!"
"Cheers to the birth of genius!"
"cheers!"
Fang Ling is already a soul master, his status is far higher than that of ordinary people, and he is already high above them.
But he never forgot those people who came to his rescue and provided him with crucial help.
…
The hustle and bustle passed, and in the blink of an eye it was the next morning.
After leaving the college, Fang Ling did not go back, but stayed at Grandpa Liu's house for one night.
At this moment, he was sitting on the doorstep, looking up at the sky quietly.
Watching the clouds gather and disperse, watching the flowing clouds deflect, his eyes flicker slightly.
Old Liu walked up to him with his pipe in hand and sat down next to him. "Are you leaving today?"
"Ah, we have to go." Fang Ling's voice was heavy.
"Take care, Fang Ling!"
"You will definitely become a big figure in the world of soul masters."
"You are a beggar, you are free by nature, don't worry about anything, just go forward boldly!"
"Haha, haha, haha, of course!"
Fang Ling choked up a little, and the pride of a time traveler finally emerged in his heart.
He had a lot of ideas in his mind and solemnly made a promise to the world.
"Since I have come to this world, I will definitely become the strongest soul master in this world!"
"I will definitely stand at the top of the world!"
(End of this chapter)