The First Two Soul Rings Were Purple

"Oh?"

Ning Fengzhi immediately became interested upon hearing this.

Leaving this place was fine too. In any case, he had found it rather shabby.

"May I ask where Dean Lin plans to go? If there is anything I can help with, please do not hesitate."

Lin Feng explained,

"My two disciples are both nearing Level 30. Once they obtain their Soul Rings, I will take them away from here."

"The destination has not been decided yet. Perhaps we will first visit Heaven Dou City."

As Lin Feng spoke, he seemed to recall something. He glanced at Ning Fengzhi and thought, Isn't there a useful errand-runner right here?

"Speaking of which, Sect Master Ning, there may indeed be a small matter I need your help with."

"Please, Dean Lin, speak freely. There is no need to be polite." Ning Fengzhi smiled. It was a good thing that the other party had something to ask of him; if he wanted nothing, he would be harder to deal with.

Lin Feng did not stand on ceremony and said directly, "To be honest, though this place bears the name of an academy, it actually has none of the proper procedures or qualifications..."

Ning Fengzhi immediately understood. Such a trivial matter was no more than a word from him. "Simple. Leave it to Ning."

Lin Feng was delighted inside. This matter was as good as settled.

He continued, "Here is the situation. I plan to form a team and participate in the next All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition. It would be embarrassing if we could not register because of qualification issues."

"Hahaha! Rest assured, Dean Lin!"

Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily. "Ning will certainly handle this matter properly for you!"

Since the other party had agreed so readily, Lin Feng quickly cupped his hands in thanks. "Then I must trouble Sect Master Ning. May I ask how much the cost will be?"

How could Ning Fengzhi possibly charge him for such a small sum?

Besides, it was nowhere near enough to repay Lin Feng for investing in his daughter.

He repeatedly shook his head and waved a hand. "Dean Lin, there is no need to mention such trivial matters again."

After exchanging a few courtesies, the two settled the important business.

The atmosphere in the small courtyard immediately relaxed considerably.

Having resolved the immediate problem without spending money, Lin Feng was naturally in high spirits.

He looked into the distance and called out, "Zhu Qing, why are you so lacking in awareness? Hurry up and serve the tea!"

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been watching from afar, could not help twitching at the corner of her mouth.

How was this somehow her fault too?

Still, judging by her teacher's tone, he seemed to be in a very good mood. She would not blame him. As long as he was happy, that was enough.

She did not dare delay and hurried off to prepare tea.

Ning Fengzhi could not help grumbling inwardly: If I had refused to help just now, I probably would not even have gotten a cup of tea, would I?

With the serious business concluded, Bone Douluo, who had long been unable to hold himself back, finally found a chance to speak.

He looked Lin Feng up and down, his voice low.

"Brat, your aura is steady, and your foundation should be decent. What level are you at now? Do you need this Old Man to give you a few pointers?"

Gu Rong's words carried the bearing of a senior, though he also intended to put Lin Feng in his place and show off Ning Rongrong's backing.

After seeing Lin Feng ordering Ning Rongrong around like that earlier, he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Even he had never treated her that way. It made him feel terribly unbalanced.

Lin Feng was amused. Were these not Free Sparring Partners delivered right to his door?

As for guidance? He was not boasting—he truly did not need any. But sparring was certainly acceptable.

He knew very well how much Bone Douluo doted on Ning Rongrong. He was probably unhappy seeing Lin Feng order her about.

Unhappy? A teasing smile curled across Lin Feng's lips.

Perfect. He specialized in curing all kinds of unhappiness.

"Oh? Bone Douluo wishes to guide Ning? That truly is wonderful."

"Come, come. Let us not stay cooped up here. We can have a proper spar in the woods farther away."

He had been looking for an opportunity to flex his muscles before these two, so others would know he was no easy target.

Xiao Wu's identity had been exposed, so the two before him presumably already knew.

He still did not know what they were thinking. If he wanted to dispel any ideas they might have, the best method was to let them witness his strength.

To tell them that Xiao Wu was under his protection.

Gu Rong was momentarily unable to react.

He had only said it casually, intending to teach a junior a lesson as an elder.

This brat truly did not know how to take a hint. Could he really not hear the implication, or was he deliberately pushing his luck?

But the words had already left his mouth. As a Titled Douluo, if he backed down now, would he not lose all face?

"Very good. You have courage!"

Gu Rong snorted. "Then let us go!"

Ning Fengzhi stood to the side, smiling bitterly as he shook his head. "Uncle Gu, stop at the right point. Do not harm the goodwill between us."

"Fengzhi, do you take me for a three-year-old?" Gu Rong said unhappily. Why did it feel like he was being treated as someone who did not know how to behave?

"I know my limits. Do you think I would be willing to make Rong Rong sad?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flickered and vanished from the spot like Gui Mei.

Lin Feng chuckled. So Gu Rong can throw little tantrums too?

His movement technique unfolded, and he followed close behind like a shadow.

Zhu Zhuqing had just come out carrying the tea when she saw two figures flash over the courtyard wall with a whoosh, vanishing into the distance in an instant.

"Teacher, where are you going?"

She called out loudly, but received no response. The two had already gone far away.

Ning Fengzhi, standing nearby, smiled and beckoned to her. "Girl, do not worry. They have gone to spar. Would you like to watch your teacher spar?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded repeatedly without hesitation. "Yes. Uncle Ning, can I go?"

"Of course. Let us go. I also wish to see..."

With a gentle sweep of Ning Fengzhi's sleeve, a soft stream of Soul Power lifted Zhu Zhuqing and carried her in the direction where the two had disappeared.

In an uninhabited place outside the village, Gu Rong and Lin Feng stood facing each other.

"Brat, show your Soul Rings! This Old Man will not bully..."

Gu Rong habitually tried to put on the airs of a senior, but before he could finish, his words abruptly stopped.

The Soul Rings beneath Lin Feng's feet slowly pulsed.

Then, purple, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven Soul Rings quietly emerged.

Gu Rong's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. "Brat! You—why are your first two Soul Rings purple?"

Was this reasonable?

This Soul Ring Configuration completely defied common sense!

It choked off the words he had just been about to say, leaving him speechless for a moment.

Those extraordinary Soul Rings alone were enough to prove that this young man before him possessed something remarkable!

What was more, he was so young, yet he was already a Soul Saint.

The slight contempt in his heart vanished without a trace as he began to reassess Lin Feng.

Just then, Ning Fengzhi arrived with Zhu Zhuqing.

When he saw Lin Feng's Soul Ring Configuration, Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted slightly, surprise appearing on his face as well.

"Girl, your teacher's Soul Rings..." He could not help looking toward Zhu Zhuqing in inquiry.

Zhu Zhuqing silently shook her head in confusion, though her tone remained respectful. "Uncle Ning, I do not know much about my teacher's affairs. If you wish to know, you should ask Teacher yourself."

Without Lin Feng's permission, she would not reveal even half a word about him.

She was just as curious. The first time she had seen him, his first two Soul Rings had still been yellow. The second time, the first had already turned purple.

Now, looking again—good grief, his first two Soul Rings had both turned purple.

Could her teacher's Soul Rings grow? Countless questions swirled in her mind.

She wanted answers even more than anyone else, all right?

That agonizing, itching feeling was truly even more unbearable than Inch Stop.