Wang Sheng had not intended to say anything, but since Sister Xiao Wu had asked, he explained in an extremely low voice, "At our academy, Master is only a guest instructor. They say he stayed because he has a good relationship with the dean. To put it bluntly, he's just freeloading."
"And I heard that Master is nearly fifty and still hasn't broken through to the Soul Grandmaster realm. His Martial Soul is only at Level 29. He probably won't be able to break through again for the rest of his life."
"Most importantly, he eats and drinks for free without doing any work. I really don't know where he got the nerve."
After hearing that, Xiao Wu was stunned.
Is this a person? Yun Feng naturally heard it as well, but he did not pay it any mind.
There was no need to meddle in other people's affairs right now. No matter what others said, improving himself was what mattered most to Yun Feng! After giving Xiao Chenyu and the others a few instructions, Yun Feng left the dining hall.
After returning to his dormitory, Yun Feng immediately summoned his Martial Soul.
The God of Zhongshan named Zhulong: its eyes opening made day, its eyes closing made night; its breath made winter, its exhalation made summer, and its breath made wind.
Paired with its crimson scales, it truly deserved to be called the legendary Chaos Dragon.
When Yun Feng had first awakened his Martial Soul, he had not recognized it, since it had only been in its Young Dragon form.
But as he learned more afterward, wasn't this nearly identical to the Candle Dragon he had defeated in his previous life? It was just a little smaller!
With a human face, a red serpent's body, and straight eyes; when it closed its eyes, darkness fell, and when it opened them, light came. It neither ate, slept, nor rested, and wind and rain came at its command.
It was Candle Nine Yin. It was the Candle Dragon.
Although he did not know why the Candle Dragon had become his Martial Soul, Yun Feng was still quite pleased.
After all, the Candle Dragon had originally been a god, and not the kind of god found on the Douluo Continent.
The strength of the experts within the Zhulong Clan was simply impossible to estimate.
Looking into its vertical pupils, Yun Feng thought for a moment before sitting cross-legged and beginning his cultivation.
Yet while cultivating, Yun Feng gave the matter some thought.
But thinking of how arrogant Tang San had been, Yun Feng decided to first cultivate the Rakshasa Three Profound Transformations.
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 been injured, much less Tang San.
The instant Yun Feng activated the Rakshasa Three Profound Transformations, Tang San's expression turned ugly again.
No matter how much he thought about it, he could not understand 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 overwhelming exhaustion throughout his body.
And it was not just him. Even his father was in the same state.
Tang San had originally wanted to seek Yu Xiaogang's help, but when he looked up, he saw his teacher already rolling on the floor in agony.
His movements were so violent that he knocked all the food from the table.
Just as Tang San was about to say something, a sharp pain surged up from his abdomen again.
This time, Tang San could not endure it either.
He collapsed to the floor and began rolling around alongside Yu Xiaogang.
As they rolled, they also let out miserable screams.
"Someone save me! It hurts, it hurts so much!"
"Get someone! Hurry and get someone!"
"Ahhhhhh!"
This sudden turn of events left Xiao Wu and the others, who were eating on the second floor, completely dumbfounded.
Was this some kind of special hobby? After thinking that, everyone's gazes toward Tang San and Yu Xiaogang changed somewhat.
They could not afford to provoke them. At the very least, they did not have skin as thick as that! After cultivating for One Shichen, Yun Feng discovered that the names of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang on the Heaven Suppressing Stele had both dimmed, while Tang Hao's condition remained relatively good.
To avoid killing off his crops, Yun Feng stopped cultivating.
Yun Feng had discovered that the more enemies there were on his Heaven Suppressing Stele, the longer he could cultivate and the more often he could do so! Moreover, the losses inflicted on these crops were no longer as severe as the damage Tang San had suffered when Yun Feng had first obtained the Heaven Suppressing Stele!
Even his Soul Power Level had regressed.
No wonder the Evil Soul Masters who appeared later were all so obsessed with power. Who wouldn't lose their mind over something like this? And Yun Feng's progress was not limited to Soul Power; his physical body was improving as well.
After the life energy generated by the destruction of their foundations entered his body, it continuously washed through and strengthened his physique.
The physical enhancement of the Raging Thunder Fist, the accelerated cultivation of the Ghost Fiend Calamity Blood Method, and the Rakshasa Three Profound Transformations reinforcing his foundation.
Yun Feng's foundation was now incomparably solid!
His Soul Power had even broken through 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 his thoughts aside, Yun Feng looked at the sky outside the window. Just as he was about to stretch, 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 a size.
After noticing the change, Yun Feng could only consider buying more clothes.
The effects of this cultivation were simply too outrageous. 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 developed at an extraordinarily rapid rate.
No wonder everyone in Douluo developed so well.
So it was the influence of the world's environment.
There were benefits and drawbacks. Accelerated physical growth meant faster cultivation, but it also sacrificed some future potential.
Of course, that was potential related to age.
Having finished cultivating, Yun Feng began pondering his path forward.
If he wanted to cultivate quickly, enemies were indispensable.
But Yun Feng did not want to become the enemy of the entire world, so it was necessary to select some talented people.
After all, he could share the other side's talent as well.
When Yun Feng walked out of the dormitory, he discovered that a small commotion had broken out within the academy.
When he moved closer, he saw Tang San and Yu Xiaogang sprawled limply on the ground, their mouths and noses covered in blood. They had already lost consciousness.
When Yun Feng saw this, he nearly burst out laughing.
But he held it in at the end.
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 awakened by Mo Hen from next door.
The opening ceremony was about to begin.
As a newly enrolled genius, Yun Feng naturally had to be called over.
Xiao Wu was called over as well. The dean even gave her a few words of advice.
Especially after learning that Xiao Wu possessed Innate Full Soul Power, he held her in very high regard.
He even privately gave her some money as support.
Only when Yun Feng saw this did he feel that things were normal.
Thinking back to his previous life, if someone among the countless students had gotten into Tsinghua and Peking—
And had enrolled with perfect scores, the two schools would have fought over them.
All to compete for that student.
Xiao Wu was, after all, someone with Innate Full Soul Power. How could she possibly not receive attention? It was far too abnormal! That was why Yun Feng sometimes did not even want to complain.
There was absolutely no logic to it.
The dean even exempted Xiao Wu from her Working-student duties.
After receiving the money, Xiao Wu glanced at Yun Feng, who was standing beside her.
After hesitating for a moment, she returned the money Yun Feng had previously spent to buy her bedding.
Yun Feng looked at the money she held out, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
"Xiao Wu, what is this?"
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