"Teacher, you're saying his innate soul power is only level 0.5?"
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang beside him with a shocked expression.
This was already his second day since enrolling. The two of them were currently on their way from the academy to the Hunting Soul Forest, preparing to obtain Tang San's first soul ring so he could advance to Soul Master.
"Yes. I checked Su Cheng's records with Director Su. It is indeed level 0.5 innate soul power," Yu Xiaogang replied.
There was no discernible expression on his stiff face, still wearing that confident, well-prepared look.
"That roommate of yours probably used some special method. Don't worry—once you advance, you'll be able to suppress him easily. And there's really no need for that anyway. As you continue cultivating in the future, the gap between you and him will only grow larger."
He reached out and patted Tang San on the head.
"You were destined to be people from two different worlds. Don't lose heart over such a trivial matter."
Only then did Tang San let out a sigh of relief. He trusted this teacher of his immensely.
Tang San, at his core, was also an extremely stubborn person.
Anyone he acknowledged, anything he acknowledged, any principle he acknowledged—he would carry it through without wavering.
Since he had recognized Yu Xiaogang as extraordinary from the very beginning, it was only natural that he wouldn't harbor any doubts afterward.
What's more, Yu Xiaogang's words at this moment really did improve his mood quite a bit.
In the past, Tang San felt that possessing a soul from another world, being a rare hidden-weapon genius even within the Tang Sect, and independently researching the crafting methods of top-tier hidden weapons—all of that naturally gave him his own pride.
Not to mention that now he knew he possessed exceptional talent, and his attitude toward peers had long since become one of looking down from above.
Even his fight with Xiao Wu had been lost only because he hadn't used his trump cards.
And that girl was different to him—ever since the first time he saw her, she gave him a special feeling.
But later, being frightened by Su Cheng with just a single glance was something he found hard to accept.
A trace of Yu Xiaogang's signature ugly smile appeared on his stiff face as he said to Tang San,
"Don't pay attention to others. Your path is destined to be different from theirs."
Su Cheng, meanwhile, had no idea about the conversation that took place at the academy gate.
He was sitting cross-legged on a stretch of barren land at the academy's back mountain, eyes closed as he sensed the sword intent within his sea of consciousness.
According to his original plan, he intended to make some money over the next couple of days, then get a hunting soul token so he could advance, and afterward change his living environment.
However, what had happened in Dormitory Seven yesterday had given him a deeper level of insight into the Sword Dao, so the matter of hunting soul beasts was temporarily put on hold.
The Longevity Sword martial soul hovered above his palm.
"Swords are created by people. They are tools to assist human attacks, an extension of one's own strength."
Under his control, the Longevity Sword rotated and slashed through the air, extraordinarily agile.
"The way of the sword is actually the way of man. Be sincere in the heart, extreme in emotion; nourish the sword with intent, move as the heart wills."
The sharp edge surrounding Su Cheng gradually faded, no longer as aggressively exposed as before.
"Among all sentient beings, what is the deepest, most primal, and most enduring emotion? Is it romantic love?"
Blazing, dazzling flames ignited upon the Longevity Sword.
"A fierce yet fleeting illusion," Su Cheng shook his head.
The flames quickly burned out, leaving only scattered sparks behind.
"Is it family and friends?"
Azure waves rippled across the Longevity Sword, its momentum vast and continuous like surging rivers.
"Breaking seats and cutting robes severs bonds of grace—henceforth, strangers upon the road."
The flow was cut off; water droplets scattered and burst apart.
"Hatred?"
A cold gleam burst forth along the sword's edge, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
"An illusory thing, destined to be worn away by time."
Specks of rust began to appear along the edges of the silver-white blade, gradually corroding and erasing it.
"…It is fear!"
Su Cheng said with certainty.
"Fear of failure, fear of loss, fear of death, fear of the unknown…"
As his words fell, the sword shadow within his sea of consciousness also underwent subtle changes.
The sword intent, once like a phantom manifestation, now gained a thin black line along its spine, running through the entire blade.
In that instant, the sharp aura constantly dissipating within his sea of consciousness seemed to find a core, condensing together instead of existing solely on that thin sliver of sword insight.
The pressure within Su Cheng's sea of consciousness instantly halved.
He let out a long breath of turbid air.
"I should thank Xiao Wu for this."
In the simulated world, after he achieved a Sword Dao Domain, he had stagnated completely.
The final solidified sword intent he forged had been forcibly piled together through constant mental nourishment and endless polishing.
In truth, at that stage, further progress in his Sword Dao could only rely on comprehension.
Daily cultivation and accumulation were indispensable, but the most critical factor was still that final spark of inspiration.
"It's time to go hunt a soul beast and attach a soul ring."
Notting City Market.
A plainly dressed youth, clearly familiar with the place, entered a shop and lightly tapped the counter a few times, waking the clerk who was dozing behind it.
"Go call Sol over."
The clerk jolted awake, looking at the youth before him with some surprise.
Of course he knew who Sol was.
In fact, he himself was one of Sol's subordinates, and this shop was merely a front.
Behind it stood Sol, one of the heads of Notting City's black market.
The clerk sized Su Cheng up from head to toe.
Although the boy before him was young and dressed extremely shabbily, his commanding demeanor and the fact that he directly called out Sol's name made the clerk not dare to underestimate him.
After all, Sol was a Great Soul Master-level powerhouse, one of the top experts in Notting City's black market.
"May I ask what business you have with Boss Sol?"
"I want to discuss a deal worth hundreds of gold soul coins."
Looking at the youth, whose entire outfit probably couldn't even scrape together two copper coins, the corner of the clerk's eye twitched slightly, and he hesitated.
Seeing this, Su Cheng didn't make things difficult for him. He took out a vial of medicine from his clothing and handed it over.
"Show him this. He'll naturally come out to see me."
That's right—Su Cheng's way of making money was selling potions.
What he provided was a potion that could greatly increase soul power explosiveness for a short time, though it had significant side effects and was only effective at low levels.
This kind of potion had practical use and low cost, but not excessive value—nothing that would provoke greed.
It was just right for the black market.
Moreover, at his current level, even if he couldn't defeat a Great Soul Master, he could still retreat safely.
Among low-level soul masters, the combat power gap between different ranks wasn't that enormous. Holding out long enough to attract attention wasn't difficult for him.
As for how much these potions could sell for, Su Cheng didn't really care.
He had no intention of grinding money with this stuff—what he wanted to sell was the formulation method.
Hundreds of gold soul coins had just been said casually. Even a few dozen would be enough. The most important thing was using the opportunity to obtain a hunting soul token.
Also, I don't know why, but every few days someone comments saying this book will collapse later. The emotional arcs of Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, the main plot of the real world, and the later simulated world—even if it collapses, wouldn't that only happen near the end of the main storyline? Could those people please explain why they think it'll collapse so I can reflect on it, instead of just stating a conclusion right away?
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