Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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The news of a freshman at the Green Leaf Junior Soul Master Academy being accepted as a disciple by Master Jin was spreading through the students and teachers, from the academy to the various factions within Wood Plant City.

In the first-year classroom on the third floor of the main teaching building, Ling Yi sat upright in the third row, right in the middle, listening intently to the teacher's lecture.

He was furiously taking notes, summarizing the key points of what the teacher was saying and writing them down one by one.

As the protagonist of the news, Ling Yi wasn't too concerned. This information had been intentionally or unintentionally leaked by him during casual chats with the work-study students and some of the self-funded students.

Would this attract the attention of some noble factions?

That was purely overthinking. As the students in the academy said, although Master Jin was one of the 'Three Great Craftsmen,' he was already quite old, and none of his twelve disciples had yet broken through to the Blacksmith Master level.

The Jingeng Blacksmith Shop, in Wood Plant City, was at a level that was neither the best nor the worst. The higher-ups were polite because they found it useful, while the lower ranks, despite their need, maintained a certain distance and respect due to the professional hierarchy.

Moreover, Ling Yi's background was clear and clean in everyone's eyes.

Born in a village, with a useless martial soul, 'Blue Silver Grass,' and only half-level innate soul power, his future achievements were limited. Choosing to become a blacksmith was a smart decision.

Of course, he was also a lucky kid. This was also the evaluation of those who saw Ling Yi's background.

Because 'Blue Silver Grass' was so common, even with only half-level innate soul power, his soul power cultivation speed was significantly enhanced in an environment filled with 'Blue Silver Grass,' giving him a good chance of becoming a Soul Master.

Even if 'Blue Silver Grass' was a useless martial soul, as a blacksmith's martial soul, becoming a one-ringed Soul Master was sufficient.

Not to mention, a one-ringed Soul Master, with decent insight, generally had a good chance of becoming a Senior Blacksmith.

While there were strong and weak Senior Blacksmiths, the weapons crafted by the strong could be used by high-ranking Soul Masters, while the weak could only meet the needs of lower-ranking Soul Masters. Nevertheless, it was still a significant boost.

Unfortunately, the potential of 'Blue Silver Grass' was too weak, and the possibility of Ling Yi becoming a high-ranking Soul Master was, in everyone's view, almost zero.

Without becoming a high-ranking Soul Master, it was almost impossible to advance to the Blacksmith Master level.

There was no other reason; the requirements for refining high-quality materials were not low, with strict standards for furnace temperature, hammering force, and endurance.

"Ding—Ding—"

A clear bell rang, and the tall, thin teacher on the podium closed his textbook, scanned the class, and paused slightly on Ling Yi, the rising star of the past two days, before continuing, "You should review what we covered today. It will be useful in the future. That's all for this class..."

Without waiting for the students' reactions, he picked up his textbook and turned to leave the classroom.

Only after the tall, thin teacher had left and walked a bit further did everyone in the classroom collectively sigh in relief.

It couldn't be helped; although the tall, thin teacher was only a high-ranking Soul Master and didn't deliberately exude any aura, his position as a teacher and his stern expression still created a significant pressure on these six-year-old children, most of whom were below the fifth level.

"Phew—"

At this moment, whether work-study students or self-funded students, they were all new students who had just started their classes.

They were all cautious, careful, and obedient... each one a little angel.

Only after some time, when they realized that the teachers, apart from teaching the courses, generally ignored their private actions as long as they didn't go too far, would they start to let their guard down.

As the influence of the upper grades on the lower grades increased, the self-funded students and work-study students would begin to form their own camps. Within these camps, there would be smaller circles, based on shared origins, similar martial souls, or family business connections...

Fortunately, none of this had yet happened among the first-year freshmen.

And this was Ling Yi's opportunity.

"Brother Yi~"

Mo Yuan, accompanied by his inseparable friend Yun Lan, came from the fourth row on the right to Ling Yi's side, with a shy and embarrassed look, and asked in a low voice, "Did you remember everything the teacher said?"

"Yeah~" Ling Yi nodded, turning his face to his younger roommate, and smiled, "I remembered everything~"

As he spoke, he pointed to his notebook, which still smelled of ink, and said, "And I wrote it all down, so it will be easier to review later..."

"Hehe~" Mo Yuan looked at Ling Yi with admiration and praised, "Brother Yi, you're really amazing. I saw you writing during class, and it turns out you were taking notes—"

"Haha~ A good memory is no match for a poor pen~" Ling Yi laughed and shook his head.

After speaking, seeing Mo Yuan's hesitant expression, Ling Yi tapped his notebook and offered, "Mo Yuan, if you don't mind, you can copy my notes. We can discuss the content the teacher explained together..."

"Ah?" Mo Yuan was surprised, and Yun Lan, standing beside him, also opened her mouth in surprise, not expecting Ling Yi to say this.

After all, any knowledge related to Soul Masters was very precious.

Mo Yuan: "Brother Yi, I... you... I..."

Compared to Mo Yuan and Yun Lan's surprise and confusion, Ling Yi remained calm and composed, "The same content can be understood differently by each person. We can learn from each other..."

After speaking, he looked around at the thirty or so classmates, whose attention was now focused on this conversation. Ling Yi smiled at them and said, "If anyone needs it, they can wait for Mo Yuan to finish copying and then copy a set for themselves. We can all learn and improve together!"

"We are thirty-six classmates from various places in the eastern region of Wood Plant City, some far, some near. Outside the academy, we are from the same city; inside the academy, we are in the same class. Our martial soul qualities vary, and it's hard to say what the future holds, but for the next six years, we will be together, entering and leaving together. This is a rare fortune and bond..."

In the days leading up to the start of school, Ling Yi wasn't idle.

On the work-study side, both boys and girls had formed their own groups based on rumors spread by older students. Although Ling Yi's soul power might not be the strongest, his inner cultivation of the 'Three Techniques of the Farmer' and his physical strength and combat ability from blacksmithing, combined with his age, naturally made him a respected 'Brother Yi,' whose words were well-received by the work-study students.

On the self-funded side, they were all six-year-old children, and most of their families were from the middle to lower classes in Wood Plant City, so they didn't have any arrogant attitudes. With Ling Yi's affability, they could all greet him with smiles.

After all, people are visual creatures. Faced with a tall, fair-skinned, handsome young man with clear and logical speech and a pleasant voice, few could fail to form a good impression at first sight.

The teachers and adults were like this, let alone these innocent young children.

Thus, under Ling Yi's skillful maneuvering, the entire first-year class of freshmen displayed a harmonious atmosphere that caught the older students off guard.

In this way, Ling Yi became the 'Brother Yi' that all the first-year freshmen at the Green Leaf Junior Soul Master Academy spoke of.

This was partly due to his own excellence, and partly due to his reputation as a new disciple of a Blacksmith Master.

Otherwise, how could a village boy with such low martial soul quality possibly blend into the city's circles?

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