Chapter 11 One Year
In this way, Fang Ling spent a relatively ordinary year in college.
Since I had nowhere to go, I stayed at the college during the holidays.
Of course, the pigs were still killed.
One year later, with an abundant supply of meat, he looked completely different from the beggar he had been before.
The clean little face is very delicate, with soft features and a gentle light shining in the eyes.
His appearance cannot be said to be an immortal, he can only be regarded as a handsome boy.
Because there are no edges and corners, and the surface temperament is quite gentle, it is easy to blend in with the crowd.
His body has also gradually recovered, from the original skinny and dry rib appearance to the figure of an ordinary child.
Not tall or short, not fat or thin.
The body has changed a lot, but the panels have not.
Only the soul power column has been slightly changed: 1→4 (12%).
4 is the soul power level, and 12% represents his current cultivation progress.
This progress can only be increased through meditation. The two points added are directly level one. Maybe becoming a soul master will change it?
Fang Ling guessed in his heart.
The plus sign is still gray, and all the points are focused on soul power.
Practicing meditation on his own turned out to be just as he originally imagined, only one level higher.
Kill the pig to get one point, which adds one level.
The progress bar automatically grows full and adds another level.
After practicing one level, you can get two levels by adding points to become a fourth level soul warrior.
Fang Ling is now more skilled and can accurately pierce a pig's throat with his sickle and cut the carotid artery for bleeding.
Unfortunately, you can't skip class in the morning, and there aren't many pigs to kill in the afternoon.
With the help of Grandpa Liu, it took almost three days to get one.
Including vacations, the progress bar can be almost 40% longer in one year, which is about 1.4 points.
That 0.4 is useless.
He grew three levels in one year!
In the eyes of Wang Sheng and other work-study students, this progress is already unimaginably fast.
You must know that most of them can only advance to the next level in a year.
Fang Ling was three times as powerful as them. Although he only had one level of soul power, his cultivation speed should not be underestimated at all.
If he can maintain this momentum, he can graduate early in just two years.
In Douluo Continent, being able to graduate early means your cultivation is fast. At the same age, your cultivation level is higher, which means your talent is better.
Any college will rush to accept it.
You can also get better recommendations and enter a better intermediate soul master academy.
How could they not be envious?
The increase in soul power is gratifying, but there is still no movement in the key expertise column.
He tried many methods.
For example, try practicing your own sickle technique.
The junior college didn't teach much about combat. Fang Ling lived in a peaceful country in his previous life. As a civilian, he rarely wielded swords or guns.
He is not good at this either. He has only read some novels and can chop at them blindly with a sickle and martial spirit.
Even so, Fang Ling still tried his best to squeeze out time and keep wielding the sickle vigorously with his left and right hands for at least thirty minutes every day.
There is no change in his expertise, but he has developed his unicorn arm, which makes his sword more stable when killing pigs.
This can be considered progress.
School hasn't started yet, and except for a poor work-study student, none of the students who have to pay tuition have come yet.
So Fang Ling walked around the academy with confidence and thought hard about how to obtain expertise.
In a blink of an eye, he saw a familiar teacher passing by in front of him, who taught about soul beasts.
Soul beast = soul ring = expertise!
This equation appeared in Fang Ling's mind, and he recalled the teacher's personality. He immediately shouted loudly and followed quickly.
"Teacher Song, please wait a moment."
"?" The fat middle-aged man whom Fang Ling called "Teacher Song" tilted his head slightly.
After doubts appeared on his slightly rich cheeks, a faint smile emerged.
"Are you... Fang Ling, the first-year work-study student?"
There was only one cripple in the college, and he was a rare work-study student. He was somewhat impressed.
"Teacher, it's me." Fang Ling didn't expect that he would still remember her.
Teacher Song recalled for a moment and remembered more information:
"I remember you are only at level one. What do you want from me, who teaches the types and identification of soul beasts?"
"Let's talk first, no need to talk about borrowing money."
"I'm not asking you to borrow money, and I'm level four." Fang Ling said in a somewhat showy tone.
"Level 4?" Teacher Song was surprised, "Then you are here?"
"I just happened to meet you. I would like to ask you to help me get a reference for my future soul rings."
Teacher Song frowned slightly, then relaxed and said with a smile:
"Soul ring? Even if you reach the fourth level in one year, you are still far away from the tenth level requirement for obtaining a soul ring. Don't aim too high and be too ambitious."
Fang Ling stayed by his side with a smile on his face: "Don't I want to prepare in advance? So as not to panic later."
"If you prepare early, you won't panic when things happen."
"Teacher, if you have anything important to do, please leave me alone. I will come back to you next time when you are free."
Fang Ling added thoughtfully.
"Nothing important, just taking a walk. This is not the place to talk. Go to my office."
Teacher Song shook his head slightly.
Fang Ling followed him into a small office.
There are bookcases on both walls inside. The books are not new, and the covers are yellowed. It can be seen that they have been read many times.
Fang Ling glanced around and watched him sit down.
"With your physical fitness..."
Teacher Song stopped mid-sentence.
"After studying for a year, I should have some impressions of some common soul beasts. What are your thoughts?"
"I want to take the path of a fighting spirit master."
Immediately afterwards, Fang Ling expressed his thoughts after careful consideration:
"Choose a tough-hide cow to enhance the toughness of the scythe, or a mantis to enhance the sharpness of the scythe, or choose a powerful self-amplifying skill."
Teacher Song praised: "Sharp and tough, rather than choosing long-range skills, it's a good idea."
"This is something only senior students learn. It seems that you also have your own thoughts."
"But the academy will not help you obtain these dangerous century-old soul rings."
Under Fang Ling's confused gaze, he stood up and took out a book from the bookcase. While flipping through the book, he asked softly:
"Your activities are not as flexible as others. Do you really want to choose the thorny path of fighting as a soul master?"
"Of course!"
Fang Ling nodded fiercely.
"I was once a beggar, and I 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 what just shocked Fang Ling.
"The forest of captive soul beasts is also dangerous to young soul masters who have not yet obtained a soul ring or a first-level soul master."
"Generally speaking, for the sake of safety, for the soul master academy in a small place like ours, we will only help acquire the powerful soul beasts you mentioned for ten years."
"This..." Fang Ling fell into deep thought.
Teacher Song interrupted his thinking.
"If I told you that instead of focusing on hardness, sharpness, or your own soul-enhancing skills, you would choose a relatively weak century-old soul beast, would you be willing?"
"Please give me some advice, teacher." Fang Ling quickly bowed to ask for advice.
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