Chapter 93: Immortals are Mortals In the early morning, before the sky was fully bright, a faint golden light flashed across the Poseidon Lake, and Wang Nan's figure appeared on the shore of the Poseidon Lake in the outer courtyard. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, the outer courtyard of Shrek Academy was still on vacation, and the outer courtyard disciples had not returned to school yet. There was not even a single person around. Over the past six months, Wang Nan and his seven companions have been practicing intensively. Their personal abilities are already among the best among their peers, so coordination and teamwork have become their primary goal. Under Xuan Zi's leadership, the seven of them carried out six monitoring missions together. The lowest level of their target was Soul King, and the highest was a Seven-Ring Soul Saint who possessed a martial soul avatar. In addition to these, team combat is also essential. At first, the opponent was other inner courtyard disciples, and later it became Xuanzi himself. Of course, facing the 98th level Super Douluo, they have never won once. Less than two months before the Soul Fighting Competition, Ma Xiaotao, who had the highest soul power level among them, finally reached a bottleneck and went with Yan Shaozhe to obtain soul rings. The others also finally got a short vacation. Wang Nan took a deep breath of the moist air and exhaled slowly. It had been more than two years since he went home. The first year he was in deep meditation, the second year he spent the New Year in the Star Forest, then he had some enlightenment, and then he went to training. By the time he had time, it was already this time. Just as he was about to leave, Wang Nan saw Wang Yan again. He was hurriedly coming out of the teachers' office area. "Second Uncle!" Wang Nan moved closer and called out.
Wang Yan looked up when he heard that, and Wang Nan then noticed that Wang Yan's face seemed a little haggard. Although he was clearly a Soul King, he could see dark circles around his eyes. "Nan'er, what are you doing?" "Uncle, I just got some free time and I'm going to go home." Wang Nan looked at Wang Yan and said, "Uncle, why do you look like you haven't slept all night?" "Is it so obvious?" Wang Yan smiled. "You are the selected disciple for this Soul Fighting Competition. I have nothing to hide. Some time ago, the academy notified me to participate in this Soul Fighting Competition as the team leader. I have been busy collecting information from other academies." "Other colleges are the same as us. The selected disciples this time are all the reserve players from the previous session. Although they rarely take action, we can always find some characteristics of them." "Don't worry, Uncle. Don't you trust us? The most important thing for you now is to take good care of yourself. If you fall ill because of these things, it will be more trouble than gain." "Okay, I'll go back and rest after I finish organizing the information on hand." Wang Nan looked at Wang Yan helplessly and shook his head. He knew what kind of character Wang Yan was. Although he said that, he would definitely not rest like this. Seeing that Wang Yan's mind was still on the upcoming Fighting Spirit Competition, Wang Nan did not waste too much of his time. After a brief chat, he walked towards the east gate of the academy. As his cultivation level improved, the flying soul guide Wang Nan used had become a sixth-level soul guide, and it didn't take him too long to reach the gate of Xingluo City. As soon as he entered Xingluo City, Wang Nan saw a lot of people gathered around the Xingluo Square in front of the imperial city. Various materials were piled on the side. It seemed that they were preparing for the Fighting Spirit Competition in more than a month. Wang Nan just took a look and didn't stay for long, and soon arrived at his door. Wang Nan's mother was standing at the door, holding a lunch box in her hand, and looked like she was about to go out. "Mom, where are you going?" "Nan'er?" Wang Nan's mother's eyes lit up. "Isn't the Soul Fighting Competition about to be held? His Majesty has summoned soul masters to set up the venue, and your father has gone over to work. It's almost noon, so I'll bring him some food." Wang Nan was a little confused. There was nothing wrong with summoning soul masters to set up the venue, but Wang Xing was a soul king after all, so it was a bit of a waste of talent for him to go and do the work. "Mom, is this a mandatory requirement from the royal family?" "No." Wang Nan's mother scolded with a smile, "I also know that it is not appropriate for your father to set up the arena with his cultivation level, but His Majesty has issued an announcement that all spirit masters who participate in the construction of the arena can have priority in purchasing tickets for the fighting spirit competition in addition to the basic remuneration." "Didn't you say before that you would represent your school in this fighting spirit competition? As soon as your father heard the news, he ran to Xingluo Square." Wang Nan was stunned, but couldn't help laughing. He took the food box from his mother and said, "Then I'll go deliver it."
"Let's go together. You can't find your dad." Wang Nan did not refuse, but nodded and walked side by side with his mother on the street. The two walked slowly, and Wang Nan kept telling his mother what had happened in the past year. Wang Nan's mother just nodded frequently, with a smile on her face. "Dad, come and eat!" Although his mother said it was not easy to find, Wang Nan still saw Wang Xing standing in Xingluo Square busy with something from a distance. At this time, the arena for the Soul Fighting Contest had been set up. Wang Xingzheng and several other soul masters stood in front of a huge metal pillar next to the arena. Soul rings surrounded them. It seemed that they were doing some work that only soul masters could complete. Wang Nan walked closer and found that there were more than one such metal pillars. They should be components of some large soul guide device, and they seemed to be prepared to separate the arena from the outside world. When Wang Xing heard the shouting, he thought it was another child, so he just looked around casually, but soon he saw Wang Nan waving at him. "Nan'er, you're back?" Wang Xing said a few words to the people around him, then stopped what he was doing and walked towards Wang Nan. When he got closer, he looked down at himself again, then looked up at Wang Nan again. "You little brat, you're taller than me now." Wang Nan half lowered his head and smiled. Indeed, the father who I needed to look up to when I was a child no longer seems to be tall enough. "Let's go there and talk while eating." Wang Xing looked around and pointed to a bench next to Xingluo Square. "Dad, do you still accept those soul ring hunting commissions?" "No, no." Wang Xing sat on the bench and fed a mouthful of rice into his mouth. He waved his hand holding the chopsticks gently. "I heard from your second uncle that you already have the sixth spirit ring. As for what happens after this, dad can't help you too much. Now all your mother and I can do is not to let you worry and not hold you back." Wang Nan's family of three sat on a bench, eating and chatting. From time to time, passers-by would pass by and watch this heartwarming scene. There are also some ordinary people among them, and perhaps they would never have thought that the "Soul Masters" who are so high and mighty in their eyes would also have such a life. 感谢书友20230509085519355、书友20221210093539613、事故调查、苏晗笑、书友20211127190916499、书友20200613150515104、读者1206541701245980672、缈缈秋风、书友20200718220743007、minglong123、暮夜之下转生之我、Ddawns、桃李春风十年人归、巴蛇吞象、书友20220516233200172的月票支持 (End of this chapter)