Wang Feng had only been experimenting when he tried using it for a brief moment.
Staring intently at Su Yuntao and watching Brother Tao's transformation, Wang Feng once again raised his assessment of the Golden Lotus's first form.
A few minutes passed.
Only then did Su Yuntao slowly get to his feet. He coughed a few times, trying to shake off the embarrassment of his earlier state.
A hint of a smile appeared on his face:
"Hahaha, I can't believe I managed to break through and raise my Soul Power Level at a time like this. This fight wasn't a waste, either. Kid, let's call it a draw."
Su Yuntao assumed that his Soul Power had temporarily increased because of the all-out fight.
He had no idea Wang Feng was responsible.
It never even crossed his mind!
After saying the word "draw,"
Su Yuntao felt rather awkward.
He was a dignified Soul Grandmaster, and he had used Martial Soul Possession and even a Soul Skill, yet he had only just managed to suppress and beat this kid.
Otherwise, that kid would definitely have knocked him flat on the ground just now...
Just thinking about it was embarrassing.
As expected of someone with Innate Full Soul Power. Even if he can't use his Martial Spirit, his Soul Power is the real deal! This kid must have been training pretty hard these past few days.
Su Yuntao thought, After all, even I'd find those two-hundred-pound iron weights exhausting to carry. I should at least give him some praise...
Thinking this, Su Yuntao walked over and patted Wang Feng on the shoulder. A hint of a smile appeared on his stern face as he said:
"Kid, you're only six, yet you managed to draw with a Soul Grandmaster like me. You should be proud. Even if you can't use your Martial Spirit, if you keep going like this, you might really become a strong fighter one day!"
"..." Wang Feng.
Watching Brother Tao's confident smile, Wang Feng felt that he had achieved his goal. He pretended to be surprised and said:
"Really, Master Su? I thought you'd seen that I was losing and gone easy on me, so you wouldn't hurt me..."
Wang Feng's goal in fighting Su Yuntao wasn't to beat him.
He just wanted to test where his own strength stood and develop his ability to use the Golden Lotus.
He also wanted to find out what effect the Golden Lotus's ability could have in a Spirit Master's battle.
After all, that little bird the other day had only been an ordinary animal.
Spirit Masters were human.
"Cough, cough. Keep working hard!" Su Yuntao said, his face growing even more awkward. "I'll head back first. Oh, and the rest of the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament-make sure you give it to me next time we meet!"
"No problem," Wang Feng said with a beaming smile.
After saying that, Su Yuntao hurried off.
After this fight, he felt that his Soul Power had increased by one level, and the injury on his chest seemed to have healed as well.
The improvement was a little strange, but he was mostly delighted!
Wang Feng chuckled to himself. "I've gotten everything I could out of Brother Tao... Hmm, my physical strength should be about the same as Brother Tao's when he's using Martial Soul Possession, equivalent to a Soul Grandmaster. If I use my level-ten Soul Power, I shouldn't fear a Soul Grandmaster. Even if I can't win, I won't lose."
"The first form of the Golden Lotus is far more impressive than I imagined."
Wang Feng sighed inwardly.
It could heal and restore, and it could even raise one's Soul Power Level!
It also had a strange ability...
It could be used positively, and it could also be used in reverse!
Just like earlier, if he had acted while Su Yuntao was enjoying himself, Su Yuntao would have been sure to lose!
It was frighteningly powerful already!
And that was only the ability that came naturally with the Golden Lotus itself!
"In just four months, I've already covered the road Brother Tao took over twenty years, even though I used to be a lazy bum. That's good enough."
Wang Feng picked up the iron weights from the ground. "Next, I should leave Holy Soul Village and head to the Junior Spirit Master Academy in Notting City. After all, you have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to show off one step at a time..."
"Take too big a step, and you'll tear your balls."
Thinking this, Wang Feng returned to Holy Soul Village.
Two days later.
Wang Feng and Tang San arrived at the center of the village, each carrying a small bundle.
Today was the day they were leaving for Notting City.
Behind them stood many of the villagers of Holy Soul Village.
"Wang Feng, don't forget us when you get to Notting City, all right? My little Cui'er is still waiting for you."
A middle-aged woman waved at Wang Feng.
"..." Wang Feng was speechless as he looked at the baby swaddled in her arms.
"Wang Feng, remember to come home often when you get to Notting City. Our village is your home!"
An older man walked over with a basket of fruit and handed it to Wang Feng and Tang San.
"All right, Uncle Li," Wang Feng said, waving his hand. "It's not like I'm going on some long journey. Notting City is only half a day away. Don't make it sound like I'm going somewhere far away."
The village's development over the past two years owed a great deal to Wang Feng.
Although all he had done was offer suggestions, most of the villagers were grateful to him for it.
They were always warmly inviting him to eat at their homes, one after another.
Three months ago, right after Martial Soul Awakening, they had even held a small banquet especially for Wang Feng and Tang San.
But Wang Feng had found it troublesome and turned them down outright.
"You child, always going on like this! You're leaving home and going to Notting City, where you don't have any relatives or friends. You and Tang San have to look after each other. D-don't let anyone look down on our Holy Soul Village."
A woman came over and scolded him a few times.
"I know, Aunt Mei," Wang Feng said with a few chuckles.
"Brother Feng, now that you've become a Spirit Master, come back and visit us!"
To be honest, the villagers had all been on good terms with him these past few years.
He was just a bit too lazy. They had invited him over plenty of times, but Wang Feng rarely visited, usually spending his time alone, letting his imagination run wild day and night.
Tang San watched Brother Feng from the side, feeling rather envious.
Brother Feng really was amazing. If it were him, he couldn't do it.
Most of these aunts and uncles had come to see Brother Feng off, and, well, him too.
Before long, Old Jack hurried over.
"Wang Feng, Xiao San, let's go."
Old Jack said with a somewhat serious expression.
Tang San nodded.
"Wait."
Wang Feng suddenly called out.
"Wang Feng, is something the matter?" Old Jack asked.
"Hehe."
Wang Feng chuckled a couple of times, then suddenly walked over to the stone pillar that stood in the center, bearing the Spirit Saint Handprint.
Everyone looked puzzled, not knowing what the kid was up to.
They saw Wang Feng leap high into the air and land on top of the pillar, then plant his little palm firmly against it!
Bang!
A handprint appeared clearly on the pillar.
Wang Feng landed steadily on the ground and said with complete seriousness:
"All right, from now on, our Holy Soul Village won't just be known for having produced a Spirit Saint."
"It'll have produced a Titled Douluo, too!"
After saying that, Wang Feng walked over to Tang San and said:
"Xiao San, you should leave a handprint too, as a memento. Who knows, once we become Titled Douluo someday, this could become a sacred place that ten thousand people come to worship."
"And then we can charge even more!"
"..." Tang San's face was covered in black lines.
"Brother Feng, you've got some nerve. You're not even a Spirit Master yet! And you're talking about becoming a Titled Douluo-do you even know what a Titled Douluo is?"
A little boy behind them said with a grin.
Wang Feng glared at the little brat and said:
"What the hell do you know?"
"..." The little boy.
Old Jack's old face flushed slightly with embarrassment, and he glared at Wang Feng before pulling him straight out of the village gate.
In the gentle sunlight, the shadows of the three stretched far behind them.
Everyone looked at the little handprint, and a trace of amusement appeared on their faces in unison.
At the blacksmith's shop in the distance, Tang Hao also looked at the little handprint and chuckled softly:
"That Wang Feng kid sure has big ambitions. A Titled Douluo..."
"But even if he became a Titled Douluo, what would it matter? In the end, he still wouldn't be able to protect the person he loved..."
A long, weathered sigh sounded softly, but it could not reach the three who were already far away...