Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"A deteriorated clan like yours isn't a backing," when she stepped up, Guanin finally regained his composure and laughed. Even if he feared those from the Long clan, he wouldn't show any sign of weakness in front of them.

Instead, he used such a moment to extricate himself from the deep trap William dug for him. In fact, Berry's actions here didn't help William that much, instead they foiled the perfect trap he sat for that snake.

But Berry couldn't control herself anymore. She already came here with a cup totally filled to the brim towards Guanin's actions. And seeing him targeting William like that, she couldn't stay silent anymore.

"All to your seats now!" Just before this situation would escalate any further, a firm and deep voice appeared from one direction.

It was the master of the class. And he appeared out of nowhere at the stage without anyone noticing him.

"What? Do you want points deducted from you right away?" the master frowned when the two groups of disciples back there didn't budge or respond to his earlier gentler words.

"Humph, looks like you got some luck on your side. Live a day longer, loser!" Guanin took this chance and threw his toxic words before taking his leave back to his place.

"Enjoy your life as long as you still have it, fools live longer if not faced with predators like me," William retorted back while watching Guanin move away with his group.

As the situation didn't escalate, William returned to sit on an empty seat near Lang's, Tod's, and Peter's group.

He knew, just like anyone else, that fighting was prohibited in the academy. However, to every rule, there was a loophole, and that was in the case of the spirit master duel.

To have a duel, at least two spirit masters should be part of it, and everyone taking part in it should accept the duel, state the rules, announce it out loud, and there should be witnesses.
William was ready to meet up any duel challenge from his foe if the latter thought about doing it. And when William saw the back of guanin, he regretted not taking the initiative and challenged Guanin first.

'Next time then,' William knew such clashes would keep going on and on as long as the two were attending classes here.

As he sat down, Berry followed and sat next to him. Lang and others did the same, returning to their seats as well.

Guanin's eyes were burning in fury. He never expected William to respond to his provocations word by word.

And now it seemed to meet with his equal, someone who got a sly tongue, one that was filled with foul words, just like himself.

'Just wait!' Guanin thought to himself, while his eyes gleamed with ill intentions.

Gaunin suddenly stopped, turned around while his group gave him weird gazes filled with doubt. He went back to William and Berry direction, stopped just ten metres away, and looked around.

His actions caught the attention of everyone, including the master of this class.

"Scram!" Guanin stopped his eyes over a group of disciples who weren't part of Lang's group and motioned with his glaring eyes for them to relocate.

No one wanted to get himself in the middle of such an explosive situation between the two mighty clans. So, this group hurriedly left, and Guanin led his group to sit in the empty seats.

"Humph! At least few know their true place here," Guanin harrumphed in such a sarcastic way, while William simply ignored him.

In his previous life, he worked only for those rich disciples. They came mostly from strong clans and rich families.

Yet that didn't mean most of the disciples here came from big clans and families. In fact, and according to what he recalled, the common disciples who came from normally weak and slightly poor families and clans amounted for more than seventy percent of the entire population of the academy.

And yet, despite getting such an advantage in numbers, they got no such advantage in status or power.

That was for several reasons, all logical reasons actually. The most important factors were their lack of funds and support to get groomed and grow stronger.

So even if they started on the same start with those from other clans and families, the rich were destined to climb higher faster, and they were left behind in the dust.

Moving his eyes around, William could simply tell this from the age difference appearing between the two sides.

The spirit masters of bronze grade coming from common origin were at least twelve years in age. He even saw a few looking like real men, at least sixteen or seventeen years old!

With training, everyone would sour higher and reach higher ranks.

But with only training without support and rich resources, one would reach these stages take much longer time than others.

Take elixirs for example. The potions that could nourish one's spirit power and body were too many to count, and yet one had to be quite rich to purchase enough for him.

And such pricey elixirs were like a grand thing for any common spirit master, very common to those who came from strong families and clans.


Two spirit masters starting at white rank at six years old would turn differently after a few years. William knew this, and so this wasn't just the sole problem.

Another reason was that many sold their souls to those rich folks to gain a few resources back. In fact, most of the spirit masters doing dirty work against the common ones were actually other common spirit masters.

They were serving other richer ones, and in that regard, William felt it was pathetic and ironic at the same time.

Instead of clumping together and defending each other, they decided to work against their similar folks in return for a few more crystals and a couple of potions or gears.

But this was how the world worked. And as such, the ones who got their own ideals above anything else had it bitter and were suppressed, ending up for them to get delayed much more than others, ending up in a vicious circle.