Duoluo Dalu: Path to Godhood

Twenty days later, in the Kingdom of Silvis, Vick Iceblade City.

Looking at the bustling city in front of him, with caravans constantly entering, Fang Ling's tired heart finally began to stir again.

This was the first time he had traveled for such a long period.

Still only a first-ring soul master, and with a disability in his left leg, there was no way he would travel slowly on foot.

Though he had money, it was precious to him. Rather than hiring a carriage, he paid a bit to travel with a merchant caravan.

His identity as a first-ring soul master and the deterrent of his century-old soul ring gave him significant convenience.

Along the way, he casually killed two ordinary bandits who had no innate soul power.

The progress bar of his growth ticked forward slightly, not a lot, but it did save him on travel expenses.

After two transfers and twenty days of hard travel across the entire Barak Kingdom, he finally arrived.

The winter break wasn't long, so even though he left a month early, time was still tight.

After paying the city entry fee, Fang Ling walked into the city.

He hadn't gone far before witnessing something unusual.

There were commoners fighting in the streets, and the surrounding crowd cheered them on.

The city guards not only ignored it but even joined in the cheering?

This strange yet harmonious scene left Fang Ling astonished. No wonder people say the folk customs here are fierce.

As far as he knew, there was only one place where public fighting wasn't policed, 

The City of Slaughter.

There, anything went, not just fights, but killing and even public acts of intimacy.

Here, the two fighters didn't use weapons, so there must be legal restrictions. Still, it was far more liberal than other places.

This already gave him high expectations.

In a land of fierce traditions and a soul master academy focused on combat, the two were a perfect match.

Fang Ling randomly picked a busy restaurant and started ordering food.

After days of surviving on dry rations, water, and jerky, he was practically sick of it.

He badly needed a hot meal to refresh his stomach.

"Hey, waiter, don't go yet!"

Seeing the waiter about to leave after serving the dishes, Fang Ling called him back and placed a silver soul coin on the table.

The waiter turned back in confusion, but upon seeing the coin, he immediately sat down beside Fang Ling with a smile, his attitude doing a complete 180.

"You've found the right person."

With his years of experience as a waiter, he could tell right away.

A young traveler spending generously, he had to be a soul master.

Given the timing, he was almost certainly here for the War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy.

"Master Soul Master, feel free to ask me anything you want to know."

Fang Ling didn't ask how the waiter recognized his identity. He went straight to the most important question: "Where is the War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy?"

Sure enough, he had guessed correctly.

The waiter pointed outside. "Follow this main road straight ahead. Turn left at the second intersection. You'll see a long line, that's the place."

"I saw people fighting on the way here. What about the city guards?"

Fang Ling still found it hard to believe.

If this were Notting City, such behavior would land you in jail.

"You're wondering why no one cares, right?"

The waiter explained, "That's just how things are here in Vick Iceblade City. Fierce local traditions."

"When I first got here, I was just like you. But later I learned, they're just resolving disputes."

"As long as no weapons are used, no one dies, and vital areas aren't attacked, they're left alone."

"I see," Fang Ling murmured thoughtfully.

Might makes right, it had the flair of a fantasy world.

"I heard the academy's dean is a Soul Emperor?"

"I don't know much about other soul master matters, but that I do know for sure," the waiter said proudly. "He is a Soul Emperor, and a very powerful one at that."

"He once defeated three soul masters of the same rank without taking a single scratch!"

Fang Ling felt a surge of excitement and anticipation.

A Soul Emperor, excellent.

To defeat three at once meant he must have something truly unique.

Even a powerful martial soul needs exceptional combat skill to shine.

This trip was worth it.

Finishing his meal quickly, Fang Ling rested briefly before heading toward the academy with a brisk pace, following the waiter's directions.

Walk straight down the road, turn left at the second intersection.

The first thing he saw was a huge trapezoidal dark green stone tablet, over six meters tall and of fine material. Carved into it in red were eight large characters: "War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy."

The school emblem showed a fist and a sword crossing, exuding martial virtue.

Next to the stone tablet stood the academy's gate, forged of solid iron, heavy and sturdy.

It rested on wheels and was currently wide open.

In front were two long tables, with two young soul masters seated behind them.

They were testing soul power with crystal balls and collecting recommendation letters.

Judging by the academy's wealth, it clearly wasn't some backwater school like Shrek Academy once was.

A long line had already formed. Fang Ling saw most were around his age, some accompanied by their parents.

The line stretched all the way to the academy gate.

Looking down the queue, there were easily over a hundred people.

Other young soul masters like him continued to arrive.

How long would it take at this rate?

Running a finger across his cheek in thought, Fang Ling remembered the proof given to him by the Angel Legion's Demon Hunt Camp.

He had been told it could work wonders during soul master academy enrollment.

Since this academy focused on combat, and he could defeat soul masters above his level, surely he qualified to skip the line?

Fang Ling stepped out of the line and walked straight to the front under everyone's watchful eyes.

A male student maintaining order frowned at this unruly child and blocked his path.

"Even geniuses don't get special privileges. No cutting. Go back and line up!"

"Hey, big bro, I just want to ask the admissions teacher, what does this mean?"

Fang Ling smiled and pulled out a well-kept light gold certificate.

"I don't care what you bring out..." the student glanced at it dismissively, pushing it aside.

But after a moment, he frowned and took a closer look.

"Level six... cross-rank kill? Wait a second..."

He grabbed Fang Ling's arm and took another look. "Martial Soul Hall's Angel Legion Demon Hunt Camp?"

Under the sunlight, the paper and seal glowed with a distinctive brilliance, clearly something special.

Though the student didn't fully understand it, he didn't dare dismiss it.

"Come with me."

After instructing his companion to handle the line, he brought Fang Ling straight to an elegant and kind-looking female teacher.

Under the stares of the silent but frustrated crowd, he pushed ahead with Fang Ling.

"Teacher Shu, I've never seen this before. Please take a look."

Following the student's gesture, Fang Ling handed over the light gold certificate.

Teacher Shu smiled gently, took it, and examined it carefully.

After a moment, her expression turned to surprise, and then confusion.

She didn't recognize it either.

She handed it over to a nearby teacher, a handsome young man with an imposing air.

He took one look and his eyes lit up.

"Seven years old, level six, scythe martial soul, and capable of killing a fallen soul master above his level, a genius!"

This so-called Angel Legion Demon Hunt Camp, he hadn't heard of it either, but it seemed legitimate.

Even if it wasn't, the entrance assessment would reveal the truth.

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