The Clown Tang San!

Although it was only a branch hall, it still had a Hall Master, so Spirit Hall had dispatched quite a few Soul Masters to investigate.

The one with the highest soul power among them was a Soul Saint.

But after arriving here, he was immediately drawn away by Tang Hao.

Tang Hao's actions also convinced Yun Feng that Tang Hao was the one who had killed Ma Xiunuo.

Still, Yun Feng could only watch and could do nothing.

But Yun Feng remembered this grudge.

In three months, Yun Feng's soul power had reached an astonishing Level 16.

Of course, that could not be helped. There were only so many hours in a day for cultivation.

His talent was borrowed, the cultivation method depended on the status of Tang San and the others, and the Heaven Suppressing Stele only had three names on it. Even if Yun Feng wanted to cultivate more, he could not.

Even so, his rate of improvement was terrifying enough!

But the most outrageous one was still Xiao Wu. Even Yun Feng could not help feeling envious when he looked at her.

The advantages of a soul beast after taking human form were simply insanely powerful.

Previously, she had not even bothered to cultivate. Later, influenced by the competitive atmosphere around her—

she had cultivated a little here and there. Yet between eating, drinking, and playing, her soul power had risen just like that, reaching Level 14! It was utterly ridiculous.

As for Tang San, although he had already obtained a soul ring, his soul power was still only Level 11.

And he was barely maintaining it.

Yu Xiaogang was in an even worse state. From the peak of Level 29 Soul Grand Master, he had fallen to Level 28.

He had not had much hope to begin with, and the loss of that one level of soul power drove Yu Xiaogang straight into depression.

At one point, he was even unable to eat.

But having to endure the pain of ten thousand ants gnawing through his body from the inside out every day made Yu Xiaogang decide to persevere and cure this condition.

Yes, he did not believe someone had deliberately harmed him. At least, among all of Yu Xiaogang's knowledge, he had never found a soul skill that produced no soul power fluctuations whatsoever and could last this long.

Though he already suspected that his own disciple, Tang San, had definitely caused this.

Though he did not know why Tang San's illness had only been passed on to him and not to anyone else.

But there was nothing he could do now.

A few more days passed. After class, Yun Feng headed to the cafeteria to eat and was stopped by Xiao Wu.

"Yun Feng, you're so hardworking every day that no one even plays with me anymore!"

Yun Feng smiled before explaining, "I can't help it either. I don't have talent like yours, where you can become so strong just by playing around every day!"

Xiao Wu looked at Yun Feng, who was now a full head taller than her, and found herself somewhat unable to refute him. Wasn't it perfectly normal for Soul Masters to cultivate soul power?

It was just that seeing Yun Feng work so hard felt a little strange to Xiao Wu.

If she did not cultivate at least a little, she seemed completely out of place.

That made Xiao Wu feel rather uncomfortable.

Tang San did not notice Xiao Wu's expression at all and spoke directly to her. "Sister Xiao Wu, you should cultivate more too. Otherwise, such good talent would go to waste!"

Tang San had meant well, but Xiao Wu and Tang San were not all that close yet.

Yun Feng had asked her on his own, and he had not said anything about her.

What was Tang San doing? What gave him the right to criticize her the moment he opened his mouth?!

A rebellious feeling spread through her heart, and her opinion of Tang San changed as well.

"Mind your own business. You have Innate Full Soul Power too, so why did you only just obtain your soul ring? And you're only Level 11."

"I—"

Seeing Xiao Wu like this, Tang San had just wanted to explain, but Xiao Wu walked away without another word.

Yun Feng nearly laughed out loud at the sight.

Wasn't this just lifting a rock only to smash his own foot with it? After being snapped at by Xiao Wu, a surge of pent-up frustration immediately welled up in Tang San's heart.

When he saw Yun Feng beside him wearing an amused expression, he immediately became unhappy.

"Yun Feng, what do you mean by that?"

Yun Feng froze, not knowing what fit Tang San was throwing. But he was no longer as concerned as before.

After all, his strength had improved somewhat. Even if Tang San used hidden weapons, Yun Feng would notice them.

So he was not particularly afraid of him. More importantly, Yun Feng knew Tang Hao was not in Notting City right now.

"What do I mean?"

"I don't mean anything. I just think you look pretty ridiculous!"

Although Tang San did not know what "ridiculous" meant, he knew it was definitely not a compliment.

Hearing Yun Feng insult him, a trace of killing intent flashed directly through his eyes.

His right hand lifted slightly, and a flash of cold light shot straight at Yun Feng.

Yun Feng had already been on guard.

The instant he saw the cold glint, Yun Feng knew that at such close range, he could not dodge it.

So he simply did not.

With a thought, his Martial Soul manifested, and his right hand was immediately covered in a layer of fiery red scales.

The cold gleam struck the scales and was deflected without even leaving a white mark, let alone breaking through his defense.

Tang San was dumbfounded when he saw this.

Looking at Yun Feng's dragon-transformed right arm and the dragon-shaped phantom behind him, a thought arose in his heart. Was this the gap between Martial Souls? Compared to Tang San's inner turmoil, Yun Feng had only one thought right now: beat this idiot to death! As Soul Power gathered, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared around Yun Feng's right arm.

Under the effects of Martial Soul Possession, Yun Feng directly unleashed the Raging Thunder Fist.

Empowered by the lightning, Yun Feng threw his punch with incredible speed, even producing a sharp sound as it tore through the air.

Even though Tang San tried to dodge, the punch still landed solidly on his lower abdomen.

With that single punch, Tang San's entire body was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth as if it cost nothing.

Tang San also realized that he seemed to have provoked someone tough. Moreover, Yun Feng's punch had thrown his newly stabilized meridians into disarray once more.

The instant he hit the ground, Tang San could no longer endure the intense pain and passed out cold.

Yun Feng actually knew that Tang San and Yu Xiaogang vomited large amounts of blood every day.

It was just that seeing it in person was far more shocking.

Still, to be fair, in Yun Feng's view, if he had not cultivated the Ghost Fiend Calamity Blood Method and caused them to become bloodthirsty, they probably would not have been able to replenish all that blood they lost every day.

After dealing with the petty thug, Yun Feng merely glanced at Tang San and did not bother with him further.

Killing him was out of the question.

If he killed him, it would lead to a whole series of problems.

His current strength was insufficient, and he had no powerful backer, so there was no need for it.

Besides, killing him would shorten his cultivation time and affect his future development.

But even if Tang San survived, he would not have much of an impact on Yun Feng.

After all, as long as Yun Feng cultivated, Tang San and the others would have to bear the negative effects brought about by his cultivation.

Yun Feng improved while Tang San and the others regressed. In this state of one rising while the other fell—

The gap would only grow wider and wider!

So Yun Feng was not too worried about anyone who ended up on his Heaven Suppressing Stele! Please vote with recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and add this to your bookshelf~