Xiao Wu: Is this a human?

Wang Sheng had originally not planned to say anything, but seeing Sister Xiao Wu ask, he explained in an extremely low voice, "At our academy, Master is just a guest instructor. They say he only stayed at the academy because he has a good relationship with the Dean. To put it bluntly, he's just freeloading."

"Also, I heard that Master is nearly fifty and still hasn't broken through to the Soul Grandmaster realm. His martial soul power is only Level 29. He'll probably never break through again for the rest of his life."

"The most important thing is that he eats and drinks for free without doing any work. I really don't know where he gets the nerve."

After hearing that, Xiao Wu was dumbfounded.

Was he even human? Yun Feng naturally heard it as well, but he did not bother with it.

There was no need to meddle in other people's business now. No matter what others said, improving himself was the most important thing to Yun Feng! After giving Xiao Chenyu and the others a few instructions, Yun Feng left the dining hall directly.

After returning to his dormitory, Yun Feng immediately summoned his martial soul.

The God of Zhongshan named Zhulong: it saw and there was day; it slept and there was night; it blew and there was winter; it exhaled and there was summer; it breathed and there was wind.

Paired with its crimson scales, it truly deserved to be called the legendary Chaos Dragon.

When Yun Feng had awakened his martial soul, he had not recognized it at first. After all, it had only been in the form of a Young Dragon.

But as he learned more afterward, did it not look almost exactly like the Zhulong he had defeated in his previous life? It was just a little smaller!

It had a human face, a red serpent's body, and straight vertical eyes. When it closed its eyes, there was darkness; when it opened them, there was light. It neither ate, slept, nor rested, and wind and rain came at its command.

It was Candle Nine Yin. It was Zhulong.

Although he did not know why Zhulong had become his martial soul, Yun Feng was still quite pleased.

After all, Zhulong had originally been a deity—and not the sort of deity found on the Douluo Continent.

The combat strength of the powerful members of the Zhulong Clan was utterly impossible to estimate.

Looking at its vertical pupils, Yun Feng thought for a moment before sitting cross-legged and beginning his cultivation.

However, as he cultivated, Yun Feng considered something.

But thinking of how much Tang San liked to jump around, Yun Feng decided to cultivate the Rakshasa Three Profound Transformations first.

Although he had not yet entered the introductory stage and could only cultivate the First Transformation, that alone would be enough to make Tang San suffer.

After all, this was a forbidden technique that destroyed one's foundation in exchange for power!

Even Tang Hao had suffered damage, let alone Tang San.

The instant Yun Feng circulated the Rakshasa Three Profound Transformations, Tang San's expression turned ugly once more.

No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not figure out what had been happening to him lately.

His soul power had regressed, his meridians had been damaged, and even when he sat down to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he could feel his body overcome by exhaustion.

And it was not just him. Even his father was the same.

Tang San had originally wanted to seek Yu Xiaogang's help, but when he looked up, he saw that Yu Xiaogang—his teacher—was already rolling on the floor in pain.

He moved so violently that he overturned the food on the table.

Just as Tang San was about to say something, a sharp pain erupted from his abdomen again.

This time, Tang San could not endure it either.

He collapsed onto the floor and began rolling around alongside Yu Xiaogang.

As they rolled, they also let out miserable cries.

"Someone save me! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"Call someone! Hurry and call someone!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

This sudden development left Xiao Wu and the others eating on the second floor completely dumbfounded.

Was this some kind of special hobby? With that thought, everyone's gazes toward Tang San and Yu Xiaogang changed slightly.

They could not afford to provoke them. At the very least, their faces were not that thick! After cultivating for One Shichen, Yun Feng saw that Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's names on the Heaven Suppressing Stele had both dimmed, while Tang Hao's condition was still relatively good.

To avoid killing off his leeks, Yun Feng stopped cultivating.

Yun Feng discovered that as the number of enemies on his Heaven Suppressing Stele increased, the longer and more often he could cultivate! Moreover, the losses inflicted upon these leeks were no longer as severe as the damage Tang San had suffered when Yun Feng had first obtained the Heaven Suppressing Stele!

Even their Soul Power Levels had regressed.

No wonder the evil soul masters who appeared later were all so obsessed with power. Who wouldn't lose themselves in it? And it was not just Yun Feng's soul power that improved, but his physical body as well.

After the life energy produced by their damaged foundations entered his body, it continuously washed over and strengthened his physique.

The bodily enhancement of the Raging Thunder Fist, the accelerated cultivation of the Ghost Fiend Calamity Blood Method, and the foundation-solidifying effects of the Rakshasa Three Profound Transformations.

Yun Feng's foundation was now unbelievably solid!

His soul power had even risen by another level.

He had reached Level 14. Thinking about the time, how long had it even been?

It had not even been half a month since his awakening.

Putting away his thoughts, Yun Feng glanced at the sky outside the window. Just as he was about to stretch a little, he noticed that the clothes Ma Xiunuo had taken him to buy a few days ago had become somewhat tight.

It was as if they had shrunk by one size.

After noticing this change, Yun Feng could only consider buying more clothes.

After all, the effects of this cultivation were too explosive. He did not know whether it was because of this world.

Yun Feng discovered that as long as someone was a soul master, their body grew at an extremely terrifying rate.

No wonder everyone in Douluo developed so well.

So it was the influence of the world's environment.

There were pros and cons. Accelerating bodily growth also sped up cultivation, but it would cost some future potential.

Of course, that referred to potential tied to age.

Having finished cultivating, Yun Feng began to ponder his path forward.

If he wanted to cultivate quickly, enemies were indispensable.

But Yun Feng did not want to become an enemy of the entire world, so it was necessary to pick out some talented people.

After all, he could also share the other party's talent.

When Yun Feng walked out of the dormitory, he was startled to find a small commotion in the academy.

As he moved closer, he saw Tang San and Yu Xiaogang sprawled limply on the ground, blood covering their mouths and noses. They had already lost consciousness.

When Yun Feng saw this, he nearly burst out laughing.

But in the end, he held it in.

Now was not the time. After all, he did not know whether Tang Hao was still watching.

He could not reveal the slightest flaw.

Early the next morning, Yun Feng was called up by Mo Hen from next door.

The opening ceremony was about to begin.

As a newly enrolled genius, Yun Feng was naturally summoned over.

Xiao Wu was called over as well. The Dean even gave her a few instructions.

Especially after learning that Xiao Wu possessed Innate Full Soul Power, he thought highly of her.

He even privately gave her some financial support.

Only after seeing this did Yun Feng feel that things were normal.

Thinking back to his previous life, if any student got into Tsinghua or Peking University—

And enrolled with perfect scores, the two schools would have fought over them.

All for the sake of recruiting them.

Xiao Wu had Innate Full Soul Power, after all. How could she possibly not receive attention? That would be far too abnormal! Sometimes, Yun Feng did not even want to complain anymore.

There was absolutely no logic to it.

The Dean even directly waived Xiao Wu's Working-student duties.

After receiving the money, Xiao Wu glanced at Yun Feng standing beside her.

After hesitating for a moment, she still returned the money Yun Feng had previously spent on buying her bedding.

Looking at the money she held out, a trace of surprise flashed through Yun Feng's eyes.

"Xiao Wu, what is this?"

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