Why the Hell Are You So Hung Up on That Damn Waist Bow?

After hearing Xiao Wu's words, Chen Feng looked at her with surprise, his gaze oddly unsettling.

Tang San, standing behind them, also frowned. Having discussed the direction of Martial Soul development with Chen Feng not long ago, he had complete faith in Chen Feng's eight-word principle: "Strengthen the foundation, cultivate vitality, leverage strengths, and avoid weaknesses."

As for the "Waist Bow" soul skill Xiao Wu had mentioned, it seemed utterly meaningless to him.

"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" Xiao Wu glared at Chen Feng unhappily.

She had the distinct feeling that Chen Feng was looking at her as though she were an idiot.

Xiao Wu's feeling was indeed correct. Chen Feng truly thought she was an idiot right now.

Chen Feng had never understood why Xiao Wu was always so damn hung up on Waist Bow.

It was not just her. Even Jiang Nannan ten thousand years later had stubbornly clung to that lousy skill.

One could only imagine how many Soft Bone Rabbit soul masters had been led astray during those ten thousand years.

"Why, uh... do you want to choose Waist Bow as your first soul skill?" Chen Feng asked as evenly as he could.

"Because Waist Bow is originally the innate ability of the Soft Bone Rabbit. Oh, right, Soft Bone Rabbit is the name of my Martial Soul," Xiao Wu said as if it were obvious.

"Then do you only want to be a Soft Bone Rabbit?" Chen Feng continued.

Xiao Wu's heart skipped a beat at those words, and Tang San behind her also found them rather strange.

Shouldn't he have said, 'Do you only want to be a Soft Bone Rabbit soul master'? Why did he say, 'Do you only want to be a Soft Bone Rabbit'?

In an empty small grove outside the dormitory, Tang Hao, who was drinking from a flask of wine, suddenly looked toward the dormitory.

"Did that kid figure it out? Impossible. Only soul masters at Spirit Douluo rank or above should be able to tell. Could it simply have been a slip of the tongue?" Tang Hao's gaze flickered uncertainly.

He had previously thought Chen Feng was a peerless genius, able to determine Ah Yin's path through theoretical analysis alone.

But if Chen Feng had not misspoken and truly meant something by it, then that kid was frighteningly monstrous.

It was probably just a slip of the tongue. Otherwise, it would be far too terrifying. After thinking it over, Tang Hao ultimately decided it was merely a misunderstanding.

Chen Feng was just a little brat who was not even a soul master yet. There was no way he could see through that little girl's true form.

Back in the dormitory, Xiao Wu recovered from her brief panic and also decided that Chen Feng must have misspoken.

Steadying herself, she asked in return:

"What do you mean by that?"

"You said Waist Bow is the innate ability of the Soft Bone Rabbit, so you want to choose it as your first soul skill." Chen Feng's expression turned solemn. "Then let me ask you this: if you do not make Waist Bow into a soul skill, will you never be able to use that ability?"

By the end, Chen Feng's tone had become somewhat stern.

Xiao Wu was instantly stunned upon hearing him.

That's right. Waist Bow was originally my innate ability. Even if I can't use it properly now because my body is still too small, I'll be able to use it sooner or later as I grow.

It really does seem unnecessary to waste a soul skill slot on Waist Bow.

"Do you understand now? Excluding the Martial Soul Avatar, a soul master can have at most eight soul skills. Every single soul skill is incredibly important, and none can be wasted."

Chen Feng's tone was incomparably grave. "The art of life lies in evolution. Every soul skill bestowed may become the key that opens the door to a Martial Soul's evolution."

"Martial Soul... evolution?" Xiao Wu stared blankly at Chen Feng. She had not expected this human hatchling to hold such an ambitious goal.

After stunning Old Rabbit with just a few words, Chen Feng turned around to see the others' reactions, to see whether they had been awed by him.

Yet aside from Tang San, who looked deep in thought, all the other children simply stared at him in confusion. Clearly, they had not understood a word he had said.

Ah, kindred spirits are hard to find. Chen Feng sighed and said:

"There is no point standing here talking. Let's go eat first. We can talk while we eat."

"But it's not noon yet. Isn't it a little early to eat now?" Tang San stepped forward and said.

"That's precisely why there'll be fewer people. Once there are too many people, it'll be inconvenient," Chen Feng said.

Once there were too many people, some bored little brats would definitely come looking to pick on them Work-Study Students.

If he taught them too harsh a lesson, he might hurt the kids.

If he went too easy on them, it might not have any effect.

After all, when some spoiled brats acted up, they could disgust people to death.

So it was best to avoid that sort of trouble whenever possible.

"That makes sense. Let's go eat. My stomach is hungry too," Xiao Wu muttered as she rubbed her belly.

"Do you have money?" Chen Feng asked with a smile.

"Uh..." Xiao Wu immediately froze, realizing that she was still broke.

"Alright, I'll treat you to this meal today. You can pay me back after you receive your subsidies," Chen Feng said, taking the lead as he walked out.

He had saved up a little pocket money over the years, enough to last him for a while.

"Really? Chen Feng, you're so nice!" Xiao Wu cheered and hurried after him.

"Call me Bro Feng!"

"No!" Xiao Wu replied resolutely.

"No food for you if you don't."

"Bro... Bro Feng." Xiao Wu's voice was full of humiliation.

"Louder! I can't hear you!"

"Don't push it!" Xiao Wu snapped angrily.

Tang San smiled and shook his head before following the two ahead of him.

Wang Sheng stretched out a hand toward the three departing figures like Erkang and cried mournfully, "We still haven't decided who the dorm's boss is!"

When they arrived at the Cafeteria, there were indeed hardly any people around. Apart from the staff at the serving windows, there was only a middle-aged man in a knit cap sitting on the second floor and eating.

Chen Feng and the other two each bought some cheap food and found a corner to sit down.

"Bro Feng, since you think I shouldn't make Waist Bow my first soul skill, then how should I choose my first soul skill?" The moment Xiao Wu sat down, she took a bite out of a steamed bun and impatiently asked.

"Before answering that question, we first need to understand the essence of your Martial Soul." Chen Feng also held a steamed bun as he spoke between bites.

"The essence of my Martial Soul? Isn't it the Soft Bone Rabbit?" I'm a Soul Beast who took human form. Could I not know the essence of my own Martial Soul? My Martial Soul is me.

"No, your Martial Soul cannot merely be a Soft Bone Rabbit. Xiao San, you should know what I mean," Chen Feng said, looking toward Tang San beside him.

"You mean that a Soft Bone Rabbit is not enough to support Innate Full Soul Power? By the way, what kind of Soul Beast is a Soft Bone Rabbit?" Tang San asked doubtfully.

"Soft Bone Rabbits are widely distributed throughout the Star Dou Great Forest. Though they possess flexible bodies and are stronger than ordinary rabbits, they are still at the bottom of the food chain," Chen Feng explained.

"I see. Then Xiao Wu, your Martial Soul really should not be just a Soft Bone Rabbit." Tang San nodded.