Douluo: Soul Shadow King

It was just dawning, and a faint white fish belly rose in the distance in the east. On the country road in Chengjia Village, there was already a thin figure running.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Cheng Xiao gasped for breath. This was already his third month of training since inheriting the power of Shadow King Aspen.

With the nourishment of the power of shadow, his physical fitness has also been greatly improved. Otherwise, training with his six-year-old body would be a dream.

No matter how strong his willpower is, if his body is not good enough, he will not be able to do it. To overdraw his body's potential prematurely and break through the so-called limits is tantamount to self-destruction.

But after being nourished by the power of shadow, Cheng Xiao clearly felt that his body became lighter than before and his strength was much stronger. Moreover, after each training, he went back to have a good sleep and his body would be better the next day. It's almost recovered.

And this is also the fundamental reason why Cheng Xiao was able to continue training for three consecutive months.

After running twenty kilometers, Cheng Xiao stopped and looked at the rising sun, with a smile on his face.

Training is undoubtedly boring and tedious, but Cheng Xiao feels vaguely addictive because he can feel that every time he completes training, he will feel that his body has improved a bit.

This feeling of physical improvement is what keeps Cheng Xiao going.

You know, even the second-generation Shadow King Cheng Xiaoyu came here step by step, but he walked faster...

After returning home, Cheng Xiao saw at a glance the breakfast prepared by his grandfather, a bowl of steaming white porridge, a peeled egg, and a palm-sized sesame cake.

Originally there were no eggs in the house, but after Cheng Xiao got up early for training, the house gradually had eggs.

"Xiao Xiao, take a shower after eating. Grandpa will send you to study at the Soul Master Academy in Notting City. There is a quota for work-study students in our village, which is just for you." Grandpa Cheng said with a smile.

"Thank you, grandpa." Cheng Xiao smiled and slowly ate breakfast.

After getting along for several years, the relationship between the grandfather and grandson is very good. It can be said that they are biological grandfather and biological grandson.

After eating, Cheng Xiao took a bath first, and then put on the new clothes that his grandfather bought him in Notting City a few days ago. Although he didn't know how much he spent, Cheng Xiao liked them very much, because he liked them very much. It was bought for him by his grandfather who took care of him when he was growing up.

As he walked on the road, Cheng Xiao held his grandfather's hand tightly. Maybe it was because they were about to leave, or for some other reason, but his hand was always held tightly.

Chengjia Village is not far from Notting City. If we leave in the morning, we will almost arrive in the afternoon.

Looking at the thick city wall in the distance, Cheng Xiao and his grandfather entered Notting City after undergoing some inspections.

"Xiao Xiao, grandpa will send you to the academy and go back later. You can study hard in the academy alone and think more about anything you encounter. You have been smart since you were a child, so grandpa won't talk too much to you."

Cheng Xiao nodded, his eyes a little red. Although he was a time traveler, he still felt the warmth of his family here.

Grandpa touched Cheng Xiao's head and said, "Okay, man, don't shed tears all the time. Tears are very precious. Except for those you love and those who love you, don't shed tears casually."

Hearing this, Cheng Xiao sniffed: "Grandpa, I'm not crying, I just can't let you go."

Hearing this, Grandpa laughed out loud. The two held hands and after asking passers-by, they found the Soul Master Junior College located in the west of Notting City.

Looking from a distance, Cheng Xiao saw at a glance the four large characters "Notting College" hanging on the rock arch, which was very grand.

Cheng Xiao was a little surprised. As a time traveler, seeing the academy in this world with his own eyes was really... shocking.

Just a junior college is so impressive. This alone is enough to prove how important the soul master's status is in Douluo Continent.

As he approached the door, Cheng Xiao discovered that he was not the only one reporting for duty today. The old man in front of him and the little boy beside him had arrived earlier than him.

"Are you also a work-study student who came to the college to register?" At this time, the concierge noticed the two people dressed in simple clothes and asked.

Just as Grandpa Cheng was about to speak, he heard Cheng Xiao say: "Hello, this is my Wuhun certificate. It was stamped by Master Su Yuntao, the deacon of Wuhun Hall, personally."

After speaking, Cheng Xiao handed over the martial arts certificate.

When the concierge saw the two men in plain clothes, he subconsciously wanted to ridicule them. After all, there had been no work-study students at Notting College for several years. Now that two students were here, and they were both from a small village, he had to become suspicious.

Of course, he is not doubting the proof of the opening of the Wuhun Palace, but intends to take advantage of this opportunity to make a profit. After all, parents who come to send their children to school are generally more interesting, especially those from civilian families with no background. It is his main goal.

Cheng Xiao naturally understood this truth, so he mentioned the name of the deacon of Wuhun Hall as soon as he opened his mouth, and specially emphasized that it was stamped by Master Su Yuntao himself.

Notting City is just a small place. As the deacon of Wuhun Palace, he didn't believe that the concierge in front of him had never heard of Su Yuntao's name.

Sure enough, after hearing Cheng Xiao say Su Yuntao's name, the concierge restrained his intention to ridicule a lot. He took the former's martial spirit certificate and looked it up and down, "Martial spirit shadow soldier, innate... Full of soul power?"

"Innately full of soul power!"

The concierge screamed, his eyes changed when he looked at Cheng Xiao, and his voice trembled a lot.

"Excuse me, can I go in?" Cheng Xiao said with a smile.

"Yes... yes." The concierge stuttered a little, and hurriedly opened the iron gate for Cheng Xiao, with a flattering look on his face.

Seeing Cheng Xiao walk into the academy, Grandpa Cheng also smiled. He glanced at Old Jack and Tang San who were stopped outside the door, and left slowly without saying anything.

"You are deliberately making things difficult for us!" At this time, an angry voice sounded.

The doorman was stunned at first, then he looked at Old Jack impatiently and said, "Why don't you two beggars leave? Do I have to ask you to go away?"

"Then why can he go in?" Tang San, who was beside Old Jack, spoke up. He looked calm and looked at the doorman and said, "If you think my martial spirit certificate is fake, then why do you think his martial spirit certificate is real?"

"Or is it because my martial spirit is blue silver grass, so you deliberately make things difficult for us?"

Don't look at Tang San's young age, but he was a disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life. For such a dog-eyed guy, he will never be stingy with the things in his hand, such as the silent sleeve arrow in his left glove sleeve.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, he remembers the general outline of the Xuantian Treasure Record of the Tang Sect clearly. [If you are sure that the opponent is an enemy, as long as he has a way to kill him, don't show mercy, otherwise it will only add trouble to yourself. 】

In Tang San's opinion, the doorman's distinction between them was completely contempt for them. We were all part-time students. Why should his martial spirit certificate be true and my martial spirit certificate be false? In addition, his meanness was already a way to kill him.

If it weren't for the fact that the doorman didn't do anything to Old Jack, there would definitely be an extra short arrow in the doorman's throat.

He was absolutely sure that no one, including all the people present, would find out that he shot it. Without evidence, who could prove that he killed someone?

"Damn, you little brat, you're looking for death!" Being speechless by a child, the doorman was furious and raised his palm to slap Tang San in the face.

Seeing that the doorman was about to take action, Tang San's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his left hand raised forward, aiming the silent sleeve arrow at the doorman's throat.

"What's the matter with you?" Just as Tang San was about to shoot the doorman, a somewhat hoarse voice sounded, stopping the doorman's action and also stopping Tang San from shooting the doorman.

Hearing the voice, Cheng Xiao, who had entered the room but did not leave, looked behind Tang San and saw a middle-aged man of medium build and a little thin, slowly walking towards him.