Chapter 3 The Big Joke

　　Song Yan and Uncle Fish were about to go on their way, but Wang Sheng didn't follow Song Yan directly, but went to the corpse of Young Master Dai Huan and searched for a while, searching for everything he thought could be used. 　　This act of groping the corpse in search of trophies left Song Yan and Uncle Old Fish really speechless. Old Fish Uncle was in a hurry to report back to the elders, and could only give Song Yan a hopeless expression to leave first, leaving Song Yan alone to watch Wang Sheng touch all the corpses of a group of guards, and not even letting go of the few slaves that died on Song Yan's side. 　　"What exactly happened just now? Tell me the fastest and shortest description." While collecting the loot, Wang Sheng rushed at Song Yan and asked. Since he had come to this strange world, he definitely needed to know what kind of world it was and what happened. 　　"The Dai Family's young master wanted to rob me and my family's things, you showed up and killed Dai Huan and his entourage, that's all." Although Song Yan was not used to seeing Wang Sheng's behavior of pickpocketing things from dead people, she was very cooperative and explained the context in a single sentence. 　　"The Dai Family is more powerful than your family?" Wang Sheng asked one more time, in fact, he could tell without asking. However, Wang Sheng always felt that there was a problem, especially when he saw that old fish uncle, so he still asked the doubt in his heart. 　　"In the past, our two families were more or less the same, recently something happened to our Song family, so ......" Song Yan still didn't have a long speech, one sentence simply explained the problem. 　　"What's with those fish that devour each other? Is that the Yuan Soul?" Peeling off the outer robe from Dai Huan's body and packing a bunch of things into a big bundle, Wang Sheng asked while binding it with the sleeves of the outer robe. This robe was good, and it was worth money at a glance. It was common sense that money was needed everywhere. 　　The concept of Yuan Soul, Wang Sheng had heard about it from the mouth of the girl in the dream. Before coming here, Wang Sheng had always thought that it was just a dream world, but now he understood that it was not a dream, but a fact. 　　"That is the Yuan Soul." Song Yan waited a little impatiently, but still explained, "Something that can absorb aura and can be cultivated. The black one has the highest grade of nine stars, and the one you bumped into is the worst, unimpressive and has no grade." Only after a pause did he add, "I saw it when you fell into the water, you collected a small fish." 　　Uncouth Yuan Soul, Wang Sheng suddenly wanted to laugh, the concept of Yuan Soul was not something Wang Sheng had not been exposed to, from that woman in the dream, Wang Sheng had heard this term. He knew very well that Yuan Soul represented only qualification, or future potential, and did not represent true strength. How many people with high IQs on Earth, but not all of them might be able to score high on the exams, and those with low IQs might not be poor students. 　　"Why didn't you do it earlier just now?" Wang Sheng packed his things and stood up and asked, "If you guys had done it earlier, those people wouldn't have been able to take away that Nine Star Yuan Soul." 　　Song Yan looked at the strange mask on Wang Sheng's face as well as the goggles, as if she wanted to see something in his gaze, but unfortunately, she couldn't see anything and could only say resentfully, "That Soul Refiner and the Seven Iron Guards, we could have died ten times if we had made a move." 　　Wang Sheng counted on completely understanding. The reason why Song Yan and Song Old Fish were so honest before was because they were deterred by that Soul Refiner and Seven Iron Guards, and once they left, they immediately took action without mercy, this woman was not simple either! 　　"My name is Song Yan." Song Yan waited for Wang Sheng to carry the pile of loot on his back before introducing herself, "Smoke of smoke, what do you call yourself?" In the face of a stranger, Song Yan still kept a little secret. 　　"Wang Sheng!" Wang Sheng didn't have anything to hide, he didn't even have his own root source in this world, and it was no big deal to say his name to people. After saying that, Wang Sheng wrenched his mask and goggles onto his helmet, revealing his face. 　　Song Yan had expected to see Wang Sheng's true face, but ended up seeing a face covered in oil paint. She couldn't help but shake her head, turned around and left, and Wang Sheng hurriedly followed. 　　On the way, Wang Sheng knew the surrounding situation from Song Yan's mouth. This was a remote branch of the Tianhe Song Family, and Song Yan herself was not a member of this side of the Song Family, but a distant cousin who had defected to this side. 　　Although it is only a remote branch of the Tianhe Song family, when Wang Sheng followed Song Yan to the ground he realized that this is called Shanglin City is only a town, but the population is not less than 100,000 people. One could imagine how huge the real Tianhe Song family was. 　　Soon enough, Song Yan's encounter confirmed how prescient Wang Sheng's earlier move of collecting those trophies was. 　　"Miss Smoke, this is not appropriate." A butler-like semi-old man held his accent in front of Song Yan, lifting his face and looking at the two with his nostrils, "It's not impossible for our Song Family to take in an outsider, but he's a barbarian, so he has to have a name, right?" 　　Wang Sheng barbarian's identity is estimated to have been determined by everyone, with his face painted so flowery and his body dressed so strangely, what is he if not a barbarian? 　　"He is my fiancé." Song Yan responded to the butler without blushing. 　　The butler's eyes widened on the spot, no longer in the same accent as before, and looked at Song Yan, then at Wang Sheng, who was covered in floral patterns, with an unbelievable expression. However, surprise was surprise, but he did not intend to just agree, his head was already shaking. 　　"Lord Butler has worked hard, this is a bit of local specialty from my hometown, a small token of appreciation, no honor!" Wang Sheng smiled with a grin revealing a mouthful of white teeth, casually took one of the dozen or so swords stuck horizontally on the baggage, and handed it directly to the steward's hand. Then with a casual touch, he fished out a piece of jade pendant from it and similarly stuffed it over. 　　The sword was definitely a good sword, the sword of Dai Huan's side guard, how could it lose the face of Young Master Huan? The jade pendant was even a fine jade, just this jade pendant alone was worth the income of an unusual person waiting for several years. 　　The look of dismay on the old housekeeper's face instantly disappeared and was directly replaced with a smiling face, "So it's cousin auntie, well said, well said!" 　　A single-family, three-roomed solitary courtyard was allocated to Wang Sheng, and the Lord Butler even graciously counted a clan share for Wang Sheng, with standards on par with Song Yan. 　　"You are smart!" Song Yan looked at Wang Sheng speechlessly, she really didn't expect to move out her fiancé's name didn't work, instead, this kid solved everything with a sword and a jade pendant. 　　After helping Wang Sheng find his courtyard, placing those things he was carrying on his body, urging Wang Sheng to wash his face, wipe off all the oil and color on his face, and change out of that strange clothing, Song Yan then nodded with satisfaction, "Very handsome young man, but unfortunately his hair is too short." 　　"Little guy?" Wang Sheng was a bit stunned, he joined the army at the age of eighteen, joined the special forces at the age of twenty-one, completed his training at the age of twenty-four, and fought for his country for more than ten years, he was an uncle in his thirties, why did he come to say that he was a young guy? 　　However, when Wang Sheng glanced into the bronze mirror next to him, he himself found something wrong. His own face had really become so young, as tender as when he joined the army at the age of eighteen. What was this all about? Could it be another gift from her to herself? 　　As a sniper, it was to be able to stay calm no matter what situation one faced, and Wang Sheng quickly accepted this. No matter what, it was always a good thing to become younger, wasn't it? 　　Next, Wang Sheng mentioned that he wanted to understand more systematically about the Yuan Soul and cultivation, Song Yan herself was too lazy to explain that much to someone who had almost no foundation, and brought Wang Sheng to the Monk's School, which specialized in explaining the way of the Yuan Soul and cultivation to children under the age of ten. 　　Entering the Monk's School, of course, is to first test the star level of the Yuan Soul. A mirror with handles on both sides allowed Wang Sheng to hold the two handles, and the mirror showed Wang Sheng's Yuan Soul type and star level. It was no different from what Song Yan had estimated earlier, an unimpressive residual soul, a carp. 　　"Get out!" An instructor who wore a strong suit but had the face of a husband directly pointed at the door of the Mengxue viciously and loudly scolded, "An unimpressive waste, and still so old, is also worthy of coming to the enlightenment?" 　　The instructor's loud voice startled many people in the Monk School, some were curious and poked their heads out of the windows, while others directly flew over to see what the commotion was all about. There were adults, but more of them were children. This was the Monk's School, the Monk's School that taught children before the age of ten about the Yuan Soul and the cultivation path, so naturally, children were in the majority. 　　When they heard that it was an unimpressive residual soul waste that wanted to be enlightened, both the adults and children present erupted in laughter in unison. Even people who don't understand Yuan Soul know that not being popular means that one can only be an ordinary person at the lowest level, not to mention that it's still a residual soul, it's really a waste among wastes, and it can't be worse than that. 　　Adults and children's laughter, Song Yan blushed as if draped in a layer of red cloth, on the contrary, the main Wang Sheng is a face of indifference, curiously looking around, eyes from time to time inadvertently flashed in the body of a few people. 　　As an ace sniper, it would be a joke if he didn't even have this much mental capacity. 　　Almost in the Mengxue crowd "send off" in the middle, Wang Sheng and Song Yan left the Mengxue in a mess, in the street there are many people heard the noise to watch, under the word of mouth, more and more people know this ridiculous thing, the two can only fly back to Wang Sheng's temporary residence. 　　Not half an hour's work, the whole town is spread. Song Smoke, the Song Family's cousin, brought a barbarian back, saying that he was her fiancé, and lived in the Song Family. As a result, this barbarian fiancé only fused an unimpressive residual soul, but even wanted to enter the Monk's School to listen to the instructors enlightenment, is simply a big joke. The calm town relies on this joke to bring joy to everyone today. 　　How can an unimpressive soul be Miss Smoke's fiancé? Dare to be Miss Smoke's fiancé? I don't know how many of the Song family sons and daughters who have always admired Song Smoke, at this moment, they all have a look of a sweetheart being taken away from the vinegar jar look, one by one, they are full of anger, rubbing their fists together, waiting for the opportunity to give this brute who doesn't know the sky is high and thick a lesson that can make him remember for the rest of his life.