Chapter 3: The Great Joke

This scene of searching the corpses for loot left Song Yan and Uncle Lao Yu at a loss for words. Uncle Lao Yu, eager to report to the elders, could only give Song Yan a helpless expression before leaving, leaving her alone to watch Wang Sheng thoroughly search through the bodies of a group of guards, not even sparing the few servants who had died on Song Yan's side.

"Get out!" A teacher, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit yet bearing a scholarly expression, pointed directly at the door of the elementary school and shouted fiercely, "An unremarkable waste, at such an old age, how dare you come for enlightenment?"

Wang Sheng's identity has likely been confirmed by everyone; with such flamboyant face paint and such bizarre clothing, how could he not be a barbarian

In less than half an hour, the entire town was abuzz with news. Miss Song Yan from the Song family returned with a barbarian, claiming he was her fiancé, and he took up residence at the Song household. However, this barbarian fiancé had only integrated a lowly remnant soul, yet he still aspired to attend the elementary teachings of the local school, which was nothing short of a tremendous joke. Today, the peaceful town found its joy in this absurdity.

Young man? Wang Sheng was somewhat taken aback. He enlisted at the age of 18, joined the special forces at 21, completed training at 24, and had fought for the country for over ten years. Now in his thirties, how could he still be referred to as a young man?

"In the past, our two families were quite similar, but recently, some events have occurred in the Song family, so..." Song Yan still did not elaborate extensively, simply stating the issue in one sentence

Subsequently, Wang Sheng expressed a desire to gain a more systematic understanding of the concepts of the Yuan Soul and cultivation. Song Yan, feeling reluctant to explain so much to someone who had almost no foundational knowledge, took Wang Sheng to a primary education institution specifically designed to teach children under the age of ten about the Yuan Soul and the path of cultivation.

Although it is merely a branch of the Tianhe Song family, when Wang Sheng followed Song Yan to the site, he discovered that this place called Shanglin City, which is merely a town, has a population of no less than 100,000. One can imagine how vast the true Tianhe Song family must be

My name is Song Yan. Song Yan waited for Wang Sheng to carry that pile of spoils on his back before introducing herself: "Smoke of mist, what do you go by?" In front of a stranger, Song Yan still kept a little secret.

He is my fiancé" Song Yan replied to the butler without blushing or skipping a beat

As a top sniper, it would be a joke if one lacks even this little bit of psychological resilience

Wang Sheng! Wang Sheng has nothing to hide either; he has no foundational background in this world, and there is nothing significant about sharing his name with others. After saying this, Wang Sheng pushed his mask and goggles up onto his helmet, revealing his face.

The young master of the Dai family primarily sought to rob me and my family's belongings. Then you appeared and killed Dai Huan and his subordinates, and that was that. Although Song Yan disapproved of Wang Sheng's behavior of stripping things from the dead, she was very cooperative and succinctly explained the whole situation in one sentence

"Thank you for your hard work, esteemed steward. This is a small local specialty from my hometown, a token of my appreciation, though it may not be worthy of your attention!" Wang Sheng smiled broadly, revealing a set of white teeth, and casually took one of the several swords that were horizontally inserted into his bundle, directly handing it to the steward. Then, he reached in and pulled out a piece of jade pendant, which he also passed over.

A lowly and insignificant soul, yet it dares to be Miss Yan's fiancé? How could it even aspire to such a position? I wonder how many young men from the Song family, who have long admired Song Yan, are now filled with jealousy, looking like a bunch of aggrieved suitors whose beloved has been taken away. Each one is seething with anger, itching for a chance to teach this ignorant brute a lesson he will remember for a lifetime

Having helped Wang Sheng find his courtyard and settle the belongings he carried, she urged him to wash his face, removing all the grease paint, and change out of those strange clothes. Only then did Song Yan nod in satisfaction, saying: "A very handsome young man, but unfortunately, his hair is too short"

However, when Wang Sheng glanced at the nearby bronze mirror, he also discovered something was amiss. His face had truly become so youthful, as tender as it was when he enlisted at the age of eighteen. What could be the reason for this? Could it be yet another gift from her?

"Miss Yan, this is not appropriate," said a middle-aged man resembling a butler, adjusting his tone as he raised his face and looked at the two with his nostrils. "It is not impossible for our Song family to take in an outsider, but he is a barbarian; there must be some title, right?"

You are quite clever!" Song Yan looked at Wang Sheng in speechlessness, truly not expecting that even invoking her fiancé's name would be of no use, while this young man resolved everything with a sword and a jade pendant.

Song Yan and Uncle Lao Yu were about to set off on their respective journeys, but Wang Sheng did not follow Song Yan directly. Instead, he walked over to the corpse of Young Master Dai Huan and searched for a while, collecting everything he deemed useful.

The sword is undoubtedly an excellent one, and how could the sword of the guards around Young Master Dai Huan tarnish his reputation? The jade pendant is also made of fine jade; just this pendant alone is worth several years of income for an ordinary person

"Why didn't you take action earlier?" Wang Sheng packed up his things, stood up, and asked, "If you had acted sooner, those people wouldn't have been able to take away that Nine-Star Origin Soul."

The butler's eyes widened on the spot, no longer displaying the previous tone. He glanced at Song Yan, then at Wang Sheng, whose face was covered in patterns, wearing an expression of disbelief. However, despite his surprise, he had no intention of agreeing so easily, as he had already begun to shake his head.

The unremarkable primordial soul made Wang Sheng suddenly want to laugh. He had encountered the concept of primordial soul before, having heard the term from the woman in that dream. He understood very well that the primordial soul merely represented talent, or rather, future potential, and did not equate to true strength. There are many highly intelligent individuals on Earth, yet not all can achieve high scores, while those with lower intelligence are not necessarily poor students.

Song Yan looked at the strange mask and goggles on Wang Sheng's face, as if trying to discern something from his gaze. Unfortunately, she could see nothing and could only say with disappointment: "If that soul refiner and the Seven Iron Guards take action, we could die ten times over"

Amidst the laughter of both adults and children, Song Yan's face turned as red as if draped in a layer of red cloth, while the main subject, Wang Sheng, appeared completely indifferent, curiously observing his surroundings, his gaze occasionally flickering over a few individuals.

What is the matter with those fish that devour each other? Is that the primordial soul?" As he stripped off the outer robe from Dai Huan and packed a pile of items into a large bundle, Wang Sheng asked while binding it with the sleeves of the robe. This robe is quite good; it looks valuable at first glance. Money is needed everywhere; this is common knowledge.

Soon, Song Yan's experience confirmed how prescient Wang Sheng's actions in collecting those spoils of war had been

What exactly just happened? Give me the quickest and shortest description possible," Wang Sheng asked Song Yan while collecting the spoils. Since we have arrived in this unfamiliar world, we must understand what kind of world this is and what has transpired.

The loud voice of the instructor startled many people in the elementary school; some curiously poked their heads out of the windows, while others quickly ran over to see what the commotion was about. There were adults present, but there were even more children. This is an elementary school, where children under the age of ten are taught about the essence of the soul and the path of cultivation, so naturally, there are more children here.

Wang Sheng has completely understood. The reason why Song Yan and Old Fish Song were so obedient before was that they were intimidated by that Soul Refining Master and the Seven Iron Guards. As soon as they left, they immediately acted without mercy. This woman is not simple at all

On the road, Wang Sheng learned about the surrounding situation from Song Yan. This is a side house of the Tianhe Song family, and Song Yan herself is not a member of this branch of the Song family, but rather a distant cousin who has sought refuge here.

When it was heard that a lowly and useless remnant soul wanted to seek enlightenment, everyone present, whether adults or children, burst into a hearty laughter. Even those who knew nothing about primordial souls understood that being lowly meant one could only be an ordinary person at the very bottom, let alone being a remnant soul, which truly was the most useless of the useless, nothing could be worse than this

In order to enter the realm of Mengxue, it is essential to first examine the star level of the primordial soul. A mirror with handles on both sides is provided for Wang Sheng to hold onto, and within the mirror, the type and star level of Wang Sheng's primordial soul are revealed. This aligns with the previous estimation made by Song Yan, indicating that it is a low-tier residual soul, specifically a carp.

The concept of the original soul was something Wang Sheng had heard about from a girl in his dreams. Before coming here, Wang Sheng had always thought it was merely a world of fantasy, but now he understands that it is not a dream, but a reality

Song Yan originally thought she would see the true face of Wang Sheng, but what she encountered instead was a face smeared with oil paint. Unable to help but shake her head, she turned and left, with Wang Sheng hurriedly following behind.

As a sniper, one must remain calm regardless of the circumstances, and Wang Sheng quickly accepted this fact. After all, becoming younger is always a good thing, isn't it

Amidst the "farewell cheers" of the crowd, Wang Sheng and Song Yan left the academy in a state of embarrassment. On the street, many people heard the commotion and gathered to watch. As word spread, more and more individuals became aware of this absurd incident, prompting the two to hastily return to Wang Sheng's temporary residence

"That is the primordial soul." Song Yan, feeling somewhat impatient, explained, "Anything that can absorb spiritual energy can cultivate. The highest grade is the black nine stars; the one you encountered is the lowest, unranked, and has no grade." After a pause, she added, "I saw you when you fell into the water; you caught a small fish."

The astonished expression on the old butler's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a smile: "So it turns out to be the cousin-in-law, that's good, that's good!"

A single-family courtyard with three rooms was allocated to Wang Sheng, and the steward even generously calculated a share for Wang Sheng that was on par with that of Song Yan.

"Is the Dai family more powerful than your family?" Wang Sheng asked, unable to hold back his curiosity. In truth, it was evident without needing to ask. However, Wang Sheng always felt there was something amiss, especially when he saw Uncle Yu, which prompted him to voice his doubts.