Chapter 93: Gods are made by mortals
In the early morning, before the sky was completely bright, a pale golden light flashed on Poseidon Lake, and Wang Nan's figure appeared on the bank of Poseidon Lake in the outer courtyard.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, the outer courtyard of Shrek Academy was still on vacation. The disciples in the outer courtyard had not returned to school yet, and there was no one around.
In the past six months, Wang Nan's seven people have been practicing at a high intensity almost all the time. Their personal abilities are already considered the best among their peers, so cooperating with the team has become the primary goal.
Under the leadership of Xuanzi, the seven of them carried out six monitoring missions together. The target's lowest cultivation level was the soul king level, and the highest cultivation level was the seven-ring soul saint who possessed the true body of the martial soul.
In addition to these, actual team combat is also essential. At first, the opponent is other inner courtyard disciples, and later it becomes Xuanzi himself. Of course, they had never won against a level ninety-eight super Douluo.
Less than two months before the start of the Soul Fighting Competition, Ma Xiaotao, who had the highest soul power level among them, finally reached the bottleneck and went to obtain the soul ring with Yan Shaozhe. The rest of the people finally got a short vacation.
Wang Nan took a deep breath of moist air and exhaled it slowly. Counting the time, it had been more than two years since he went home. The first year was spent in deep meditation, and the second year was spent in the Star Forest during the New Year. After that, I had some enlightenment, and then came the training camp. By the time I got around to it, I had already reached this point.
Just as he was about to leave, Wang Nan saw Wang Yan again. He was hurriedly coming out of the teacher's office area.
"Second uncle!" Wang Nan came closer and shouted.
Wang Yan looked up when he heard the words, and Wang Nan saw that Wang Yan's face seemed a little haggard. He was clearly a Soul King, but he could see dark circles around his eyes.
"Nan'er, what are you doing?"
"Second uncle, I just have some free time. I'm going home." Wang Nan looked at Wang Yan and said, "Second uncle, why do you look like you haven't slept all night?"
"Is it so obvious?" Wang Yan smiled, "You are the official disciple for this Soul Fighting Competition, and I have nothing to hide. Some time ago, the college notified me that I would be the leading teacher to participate in this Soul Fighting Competition. I’m busy collecting information from other colleges.”
"Other academies are just like us. The main disciples of this class are all reserve players from the last time. Although they rarely take action, they can always find some characteristics."
"Don't worry, second uncle, we can't believe it. The most important thing for you now is to take care of yourself. If you fall ill because of these diseases, the gain will outweigh the loss."
"Okay, I'll go back and rest after I finish sorting out the information on hand."
Wang Nan looked at Wang Yan and shook his head helplessly. He also knew what kind of character Wang Yan was. Although he said so, he would definitely not rest like this.
Seeing that Wang Yan was still thinking about the upcoming Soul Fighting Competition, Wang Nan didn't waste much time with him. After a brief chat, he walked towards the east gate of the academy.
As his cultivation level improved, the flying soul guide Wang Nan used was already a level six soul guide. It didn't take long to reach the gate of Xingluo City along the way.
As soon as he entered Xingluo City, Wang Nan saw many people gathered around Xingluo Square in front of the imperial city, with various materials piled up on the side. It seemed that they were preparing for the Soul Fighting Competition in more than a month.
Wang Nan just took a look and quickly arrived in front of his house without stopping.
Wang Nan's mother stood at the door, holding a food box in her hand and looking like she was about to go out.
"Mom, where are you going?"
"Nan'er?" Wang Nan's mother's eyes lit up, "Isn't the spirit fighting competition about to be held? Your Majesty has summoned the spirit masters to arrange the venue, and your father has also gone to work there. It's almost noon. He sent some food over."
Wang Nan was a little confused. There is nothing wrong with summoning soul masters to set up the venue, but Wang Xing is also a soul king, so he is overqualified to do the work. "Mom, is it mandatory from the royal family?"
"No." Wang Nan's mother laughed angrily and scolded, "I also know that it is not appropriate for your father's level of cultivation to go and set up the arena, but His Majesty has made an announcement that all soul masters who participated in the construction of the arena will not only have the basic In addition to the reward, you will also be given priority to purchase tickets for the Soul Fighting Competition.”
"Didn't you say before that you wanted to represent your college in this soul fighting competition? Your father ran to Xingluo Square as soon as he heard the news."
Wang Nan was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh. He took the food box from his mother's hand and said, "Then I'll just go and deliver it."
"Let's go there together. You can't find your dad either."
Wang Nan did not refuse, nodded and walked side by side on the street with his mother. The two of them walked not fast. Wang Nan kept telling his mother what happened in the past year. Wang Nan's mother just nodded frequently, and the smile on her face never stopped.
"Dad, come here to eat!"
Although his mother said it was not easy to find, Wang Nan still saw Wang Xing standing in Xingluo Square busy with something from afar.
At this time, the arena for the Soul Fighting Competition has been set up. Wang Xingzheng and several other soul masters were standing in front of a huge metal pillar next to the arena, surrounded by soul rings. It seemed that they were doing some work that required soul masters to complete.
Wang Nan got closer and found that there was more than one such metal pillar. It should be a component of some kind of large soul guidance device. It seemed to be prepared to isolate the arena from the outside world.
When Wang Xing heard the shouting, he thought it was another child. He just raised his head and looked around casually, but soon he saw Wang Nan waving to him.
"Nan'er, are you back?" Wang Xing said a few words to the people around him, then stopped his movements and walked towards Wang Nan.
When he got closer, he looked down at himself again, and then looked up at Wang Nan again.
"You brat, you're taller than dad and me now."
Wang Nan lowered his head and smiled.
Indeed, it seems that the father whom I needed to look up to when I was a child is no longer tall.
"Come on, let's go there and talk while eating." Wang Xing looked around and pointed to a bench next to Xingluo Square.
"Dad, do you still accept those commissions for hunting soul rings?"
"No more, no more." Wang Xing sat on the bench and put a mouthful of rice into his mouth. He waved the hand holding the chopsticks gently, "I heard that your second uncle said that you already have the sixth soul ring. After this Dad can't help you much. What your mother and I can do now is not to worry you or hold you back. "
Wang Nan's family of three were sitting on a bench, chatting while eating. From time to time, pedestrians would pass by and watch this heartwarming scene.
There are also some ordinary people among them, and perhaps they would not have thought that the "soul masters" who are above them in their eyes would also have such a life.
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