Chapter 33: ultimate soldier plan
"Chain reaction? Not bad, quite fitting."
Fan Yu turned his head to look at Lin Xuan. Seeing this, Coarse Vegetable Head quickly introduced him,
"Teacher, this is Student Lin Xuan. He's here to apply for an elective in the Soul Tool Department."
"You're Lin Xuan?" Fan Yu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but size Lin Xuan up, his expression a bit strange.
He had only heard Lin Xuan's name from other students this morning. At the time, he couldn't help but marvel at the other's terrifying talent, even feeling a bit envious of the Martial Soul Department's abundance of geniuses.
Who would have thought that after only half a day, he would take the initiative to come and learn about spirit tools?
"Do you really want to take an elective in the Soul Tool Department?" Fan Yu confirmed once more.
"That's right," Lin Xuan nodded and affirmed.
"Hiss—"
Fan Yu couldn't help but gasp. Could it be that the Shrek Soul Tool Department was about to rise?
He could already imagine how excited Money Abundant would be once he found out that Lin Xuan was taking an elective in the Soul Tool Department.
Thinking of this, Fan Yu no longer had any doubts and immediately said to Lin Xuan,
"You can join the Soul Tool Department. You don't need to put too much effort into it; just come two days a week for systematic study."
Having said that, Fan Yu turned and left the testing area, walking toward the door. At the same time, without looking back, he instructed Coarse Vegetable Head,
"Caitou, first take Student Lin Xuan to continue learning about spirit tools, and take out some spirit tools for him to test hands-on."
"Yes, Teacher."
Coarse Vegetable Head respectfully watched Fan Yu leave, then turned to look at Lin Xuan. He scratched his bald head honestly, suddenly not knowing what to say. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Junior, do you smoke cigars?"
...Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Inside the testing area of Laboratory No. 9, the deafening roar of artillery fire continued incessantly. The air waves surged, slightly distorting the air from the heat.
"Awesome!"
A lit cigar hung sideways in Lin Xuan's mouth, with pale blue smoke curling up.
He held a Class 3 stationary spirit cannon in each hand. Under the infusion of Soul Power, the muzzles spat out intense flames one after another. The thick metal plates in the distant target area were blasted with pits and craters, debris flying everywhere.
Coarse Vegetable Head, standing aside, watched with a blank expression, feeling a bit at a loss.
Since he had followed his teacher's instructions and brought out various spirit tools for Lin Xuan to operate, the style of the situation had careened down a path he had never imagined.
Lin Xuan, holding the Martial Soul cannons, was like a completely different person. He didn't care about the loss of Soul Power; his only thought was to fire, fire, and keep firing.
"I didn't expect Junior Lin Xuan to actually like spirit tools so much..." Coarse Vegetable Head thought to himself.
"Now that's comfortable."
After another round of salvos, Lin Xuan slowly exhaled the last puff of blue smoke and contentedly put down the slightly hot Martial Soul cannons in his hands.
He wasn't particularly interested in spirit tools or anything of the sort. The reason he came to learn was merely for his future plans.
Getting addicted to firing the cannons was entirely because, as a boy who had lived in the East, his love for firearms and artillery was irrepressible... "Junior, the lunch break is almost over."
Coarse Vegetable Head glanced at the spirit tool timer on the wall and spoke up to remind him,
"You still have classes in the Martial Soul Department this afternoon, right?"
Lin Xuan snapped out of it, carefully placed the Martial Soul cannons back on the workbench, and nodded to Coarse Vegetable Head.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior. I'll take my leave now."
"Don't mention it, you're welcome anytime." Coarse Vegetable Head waved his hand with a silly smile.
Lin Xuan said no more and turned to leave the testing area.
He didn't know that behind a one-way observation window on the top floor of the laboratory building, two figures were standing still, watching him as he crossed the Soul Tool Department square and gradually disappeared into the distance.
One of them was Fan Yu, who had just left.
The other was the Vice Dean of the Soul Tool Department, Money Abundant.
"That's him?" Money Abundant withdrew his gaze and looked at Fan Yu.
"Yes, Lin Xuan, a freshman in the Martial Soul Department. He just submitted his elective application today," Fan Yu said in a heavy voice.
Money Abundant's smile deepened, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. "When Old Yan was showing off to me this morning, that expression... tsk. Now the person has come to us. I wonder how angry he'll be when he finds out."
After chuckling, Money Abundant turned to Fan Yu and asked,
"Fan Yu, if Lin Xuan were the target for the ultimate soldier plan, what do you think the probability of success would be?"
After a moment of silence, Fan Yu gave the answer himself, his voice steady and his tone certain,
"One hundred percent."
Fan Yu continued, "As long as I'm given enough time—at least eight years, at most ten—I have one hundred percent certainty."
"Even if his talent in spirit tool crafting is unsatisfactory, we still have Caitou. Caitou can become his perfect spirit tool support and logistical guarantee, making up for that shortcoming."
Money Abundant nodded slowly. "Persuading the Elders of the Sea God Pavilion to approve the plan was going to be the biggest headache next, but now with Lin Xuan's involvement, it will be hard for them to find a reason to object."
He paused and remarked with a complex tone, "The only pity is for that child, Caitou. He was originally the most likely candidate to become the plan's first executor."
Hearing his disciple mentioned, Fan Yu's expression remained unchanged. "Whether it's Shrek or the entire Douluo Continent, the rule has always been 'the mediocre go down, the capable go up.' This cannot be changed, nor should it be."
Money Abundant sighed, taking it as silent agreement.
But then, as if thinking of something, Fan Yu frowned slightly,
"Dean, there's another problem. What if Lin Xuan doesn't want to formally join Shrek Academy in the future, or rather, doesn't want to be completely bound? With such talent and temperament, he probably won't be willing to be controlled by others for long."
Hearing this, Money Abundant waved his hand dismissively, his tone relaxed, even carrying a hint of watching the fun,
"That's something for Yan Shaozhe and the others to worry about."
...Time flies like an arrow, and days and months pass like a shuttle.
Three months before the freshman assessment passed in a flash.
During this time, Lin Xuan basically stayed in Shrek Academy to study. His sparring with Xuan Zi continued for three consecutive days before finally ending.
Although the time wasn't long, the progress was visible to the naked eye. The record for consecutive Black Flashes had reached four.
As for the progress in the Soul Tool Department, it wasn't significant. Primarily, Lin Xuan didn't go there to truly learn spirit tool technology; knowing most of the knowledge and information was enough.
In the final analysis, the Douluo Continent of today still prioritized the Martial Soul.
And Lin Xuan didn't fall behind in his Martial Soul cultivation, steadily improving. He estimated he would reach Level 40 around the middle of this semester.
It must be said that the young leaf tea made from the golden ancient tree indeed had a good effect on the Shadow Martial Soul. Although it didn't do much for increasing Soul Power, Lin Xuan was certain that the quality of the Martial Soul had undergone subtle changes, evolving in a better direction.
Therefore, Lin Xuan was even considering whether he should find a Soul Beast with the light attribute for his fourth Soul Ring.
At dawn, the sunlight just peeked over the horizon, painting the glass windows of the Shrek Academy dormitory area with a faint golden edge.
Today was the day each class would announce the grouping for the freshman assessment.
"Huff... Huff..."
In Dormitory 108, Dugu Qing was tidying his appearance in front of the mirror, his breathing slightly hurried, looking quite nervous.
Lin Xuan opened his eyes from meditation, looked at his roommate's appearance, stood up, and patted his shoulder.
"Relax, with your strength, passing the assessment is more than enough."
Dugu Qing turned his head and gave a bitter smile. "I'm not worried about not passing... I'm worried about what happens if I'm put in the opposing group from you in the subsequent elimination rounds."
Lin Xuan laughed in spite of himself, shook his head, and joked,
"Then I'll try not to hit your face."
He pushed open the door and stepped into the corridor of the dormitory building.
Lin Xuan walked slowly, his gaze calmly scanning the closed dormitory doors on both sides.
He noticed that on some of the door handles and doorframe edges, a thin layer of dust had accumulated, clearly indicating that no one had entered or exited for a long time.
Lin Xuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he understood in his heart.
"It seems these dormitories were previously occupied by students from Class 1?" Dugu Qing followed Lin Xuan's gaze and said thoughtfully.
"That's right," Lin Xuan replied.
Unlike other homeroom teachers who would avoid expelling students if possible, Zhou Yi of Class 1 was no different from a lunatic. Within three months, students from Class 1 were expelled almost every few days.
No matter how much the students pleaded, it was useless. Many disturbances had occurred during this period, which once caused quite a headache for the Outer Academy management.
Surprisingly, however, Huo Yuhao had stayed and was not expelled.
Lin Xuan had nothing to say about Zhou Yi's behavior. One could only say that teachers are everywhere, but one might not meet a single one who could be called a good teacher in a lifetime.
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