First Encounter with Soul Guidance Devices

Ning Fan, who never had the chance to speculate on stocks in his previous life, never expected that things would turn out so quickly. Just a few days ago, he was still being called a spendthrift by the sect elders for his squandering of money.

This morning, everyone's gaze towards him changed.

He helped the poor and quickly became known as "this boy is charitable and generous, and Master Ning is a good teacher."

Apart from a small number of stubborn and conservative elders, most people in the sect began to actively approach the six-year-old boy whom they had personally bestowed the title of "Young Master Xian".

Wu Feng was forced by his grandfather to sit with Ning Fan in class, determined to mend the relationship that had embarrassed him that day.

Of course, Ning Fan didn't care about any of that, and he wasn't arrogant at all. He listened more attentively in class than anyone else.

"Alright, children, now I will teach you the meditation practice method of Shrek Academy. Please hold your breath and follow my breathing."

Thankfully, the female teacher accompanying Fan Yu was not Zhou Yi, that tormenting old hag, but Mu Jin, who was in love with Fan Yu.

Mu Jin looks to be only twenty-four or twenty-five years old this year, in the prime of her life. She has a graceful figure, a sweet appearance, and a very gentle and patient teaching style.

After receiving instruction and guidance from such a good teacher, Ning Fan quickly figured out how to practice meditation.

According to the timeline, Fan Yu probably hasn't married Zhou Yi yet, right?

Ning Fan couldn't understand how Fan Yu could give up the pursuit of such a good woman and instead fall in love with an old woman who liked to torment people.

Could it be... that Fan Yu is in love?

With this question in mind, as soon as get out of class ended, Ning Fan inquired everywhere about where his family was to receive Fan Yu, in order to fulfill his promise from the previous night.

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to confront Fan Yu directly about whether she was in love with him.

"Young Master, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Ning Fan rushing straight to Fan Yu's residence, the leading guard subconsciously asked a question.

"Hehe, you can all go back now. If anyone asks why, just say I'm going to learn about soul tools from Master Fanyu."

The eight guards assigned to Ning Fan's side are probably all at least at the sixth level of cultivation, at least their strength is not obvious to others, which is enough to show that some elders in the sect have changed their opinion of Ning Fan.

"Oh, right, everyone's worked hard all day, here's some food."

With a refined smile, the young man took out a brocade pouch-shaped storage soul tool from his pocket, and then casually pulled out a heavy bag of gold coins from it.

"Young Master, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

The lead guard reluctantly accepted the bag, his arm trembling slightly. Judging from the crisp clinking sound, there were probably no less than a hundred gold coins inside, enough for an ordinary person to live a carefree life for several years!

Even using this money to open a small shop and live out the rest of one's life is not a problem.

"Hehe, take it. Buy two candied hawthorns for Ning Tian and Wu Feng and send them over!"

Ning Fan smiled elegantly and entered the sect's top-tier hotel without looking back.

Everyone knows how much a candied hawthorn costs; the boy was just making an excuse.

I had heard that their young master Ning was a spendthrift, but after meeting him today, I realized just how terrifying his wealth and methods were!

One wise person a day, done.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's wealth is simply outrageous.

The soul-guided nightlights on the first floor of its hotels are composed of nearly a thousand small soul-guided devices, and the food and beverages offered are made from the meat of soul beasts, which is an absolute must-have for the soul masters staying at the hotels.

Such financial resources translate into an irresistible temptation: a zero-dollar purchase that rivals the allure of the Land of Light's research lab!

It is now late autumn, and in the past six months, the auction house of our sect within the Star Luo Empire has been visited dozens of times by people from the Body Sect.

Countless treasures, such as soul bones, were stolen...

If Ning Yunqing doesn't buy some soul tools to reorganize the sect, he might end up like Sheriff Black from District 13 next door, working as a public toilet attendant!

Rather than being robbed, Ning Fan preferred to give away money voluntarily, as it would at least win people's hearts.

"Teacher Fan Yu, excuse me."

After giving the hotel staff some tips, Ning Fan quickly found Fan Yu's room, following the directions of a girl in a gold dress. His efficiency was astounding.

Inside the room, Fan Yu was intently inscribing a magic array onto the soul tool.

Upon hearing the youthful voice, a smile appeared on his angular face, and his rough fingers lowered the carving knife he had been gripping.

Although the process of inscribing the magic array was abandoned halfway, he showed no sign of anger.

"Are you the only one who came?"

Fan Yu picked up the failed attempts from the table, took out a towel and wiped the sweat from his exaggeratedly muscular body. His expression was slightly disappointed, but he was secretly delighted.

Only this child came!

"Sorry, I couldn't convince those two friends."

Ning Fan reluctantly bowed. Wu Feng had no interest in soul tools at all. Ning Tian wanted to join in, but Wu Feng dragged him away, and the two sisters flew kites together.

"Alright, little one, sit down."

Fan Yu still had a disappointed expression. She brewed two cups of hot tea, then casually pulled over a low table and sat down on the floor with Ning Fan.

"Given the educational philosophies of the three great empires, it's only natural that children aren't interested in soul tools."

"Little guy, can you tell me why you're interested in this? After all, learning how to use soul tools isn't an easy thing."

Fan Yu shrugged his muscles, which were as solid and angular as granite; he hadn't built them up just through bodybuilding.

"My uncle is determined to bring about innovation to the sect, and I just want to share his burdens."

Ning Fan took a sip of tea, his tone natural.

"My father passed away early, and my uncle raised me single-handedly. I don't want to see him walk this path alone. Although my small frame isn't cut out for using soul tools, I still want to give it a try."

The boy was speaking from the heart, but not entirely from the heart.

He couldn't possibly reveal that he had read the original work.

In Douluo Continent III, the sheer number of Soul-Guided Bombs was enough to wipe out Shrek Academy, which was guarded by several Limit Douluos. Even the god-level Abyss Saint King would be injured if he took a hit.

Sometimes, the destructive power of a soul tool is far greater than that of a soul master!

How much does a soul-guided bomb cost?

How many resources are needed to train a Soul Master from scratch?

Although Soul Masters may not want to admit it, it is a fact that Soul Tools kill more enemies on the battlefield!

Guns and cannons have no eyes, and soul-guided vehicles have no rearview mirrors.

Fortunately, the black men of the Sun Moon Empire could communicate with them.

If given the chance, Ning Fan would also like to go to Mingde Hall to learn about more advanced soul tools!

The boy spoke calmly, and his filial piety was genuine.

Upon hearing this, Fan Yu nodded slightly. Whether Ning Fan was suited to playing with soul tools was not important; Fan Yu had already recognized the child's talent for cultivation and his temperament.

"Yes, I acknowledge your mindset. However, becoming a Soul Master isn't just about filial piety. Young Master, if you truly want to create your own Soul Tool, you might have to start with forging, polishing the blank, and then inscribing a magic array..."

Fan Yu explained a lot, at least imparting all the most basic knowledge about soul tools to Ning Fan.

Because a certain struggling author didn't want to use the original work's long, rambling writing to ruin the reading experience... oops, I mean, Ning Fan listened very attentively and even tried his hand at blacksmithing, though of course, that's not something you can do in a hotel.

Ning Fan and Fan Yu took a series of equipment to the back mountain of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and hammered away at the forging hammer until late at night.