After four months of all kinds of brutal training, Wang Feng's will had grown much stronger.
At that moment, Old Jack also brought the two of them to the Junior Spirit Master Academy.
A tall archway, built from sturdy rock, stood above two iron gates. It looked quite imposing.
But compared with all the buildings Wang Feng had seen in his previous life, it was just average.
Four large characters, "Nuoding Academy," were written at the very center of the archway.
It looked just like an ordinary middle school in some backwater city in Huaxia.
Wang Feng was looking around.
Just then, a strangely mocking voice rang out, with a tone that sounded somewhat familiar:
"Work-study students? Which village are you from? A pathetic little village like yours can produce Spirit Masters? A muddy puddle only has earthworms in it. Can it produce a dragon? Got proof? Let me see it."
Old Jack's expression changed, and he hurriedly took out the proof and handed it to the two academy guards.
After looking at it, one of the guards immediately laughed a few times:
"Hahaha, Innate Full Soul Power, and Blue Silver Grass... This has to be fake, right? Innate Full Soul Power only comes along once in a hundred years. I've been here for years, and not even the descendants of those noble lords have produced a single person with Innate Full Soul Power. A poor little village like yours can produce someone with Innate Full Soul Power?"
After saying that, the guard threw the proof onto the ground and gave it a couple of disdainful glances.
Hearing those words, Old Jack's expression changed again. A surge of anger welled up inside him, but he didn't dare show it.
After all, this was Nuoding Academy.
Tang San frowned too, his gaze turning cold as he looked at the two guards.
Just as Old Jack was about to pick up the proof, Wang Feng suddenly stopped him.
Wang Feng burst out laughing and said:
"A poor little village?"
Wang Feng stepped forward and took a Gold Soul Coin from his clothes.
Then Wang Feng began lightly tossing the Gold Soul Coin in his hand.
When the two guards saw it, their eyes went wide!
One Gold Soul Coin was enough to cover an ordinary family's expenses in Notting City for several months!
They didn't even earn that much in a month!
"Pick it up properly for me. You can have this Gold Soul Coin as a tip from me."
Wang Feng said carelessly, "You've never even heard of Holy Soul Village? You two pieces of trash have offended our Holy Soul Village. You can forget about making a living in Notting City from now on!"
Though he was only six years old, he strode forward, tossing a Gold Soul Coin in his hand, and somehow cut quite an imposing figure!
The two guards exchanged a glance, each seeing the other's confusion.
A child who'd come from some remote village couldn't just produce a Gold Soul Coin, could he?
Could these three be important people? Was Holy Soul Village some powerful place?
And then there was the proof of Innate Full Soul Power...
The two guards' expressions changed dramatically!
But they still hesitated a little!
Just then, Wang Feng continued loudly:
"You're just a couple of lowly academy guards, yet you dare disregard proof issued by Spirit Hall. Are you trying to oppose Spirit Hall? Hey, Nuoding Academy sure is getting more and more impressive. Even two little gatekeepers dare to oppose Spirit Hall?"
"Looks like there's no point in us coming to this academy. Xiao San, Grandpa, we might as well go join Spirit Hall."
As he spoke, Wang Feng turned around.
That accusation was enough to scare the two little gatekeepers pale.
Opposing Spirit Hall?
Even the mere accusation was enough to scare anyone to death!
Wait, he said they might as well go to Spirit Hall?
Could it be that Spirit Hall had recruited them, and they'd only come to the academy afterward?
If they left, and the academy blamed them later, they'd be completely finished!
The two didn't hesitate. They hurriedly bent down, picked up the proof, and walked over to Wang Feng with obsequious smiles.
By now, they already felt that these three were no ordinary people...
That little kid's every word and action carried more weight than those noble young masters.
And he had a Gold Soul Coin!
"Little brother, well, we were blind just now. We were in the wrong."
The gatekeeper hurriedly said with a fawning smile, "Please don't take offense... We weren't trying to oppose Spirit Hall! That definitely wasn't it!"
Tang San and Old Jack were both stunned by this, their hearts full of surprise and doubt.
They hadn't expected Wang Feng to change the two men's attitude with just a few words.
How was he so impressive?
"Is that so?"
Wang Feng seemed not to care at all. He carefully examined the Gold Soul Coin in his hand, as if he hadn't seen the guards at all.
But he was sneering inwardly.
In the original story, these two little guards were the sort of petty nuisances who were hard to deal with.
They'd made things difficult for Grandpa Jack because he hadn't brought out any "gifts."
It was a little like the social niceties of Huaxia.
The little gatekeepers were the most troublesome.
Wang Feng remembered very clearly that later, when these two guards tried to lay hands on Old Jack, Tang San knocked them down. Only when that important person showed up later was the matter settled.
But Wang Feng didn't want to fight two little nuisances. It would lower his standards, and he didn't want to wait until the guards dared to lay hands on Grandpa Jack before stepping in. So he spoke up in advance.
As a transmigrator, surely he could use a little brainpower to run circles around two little nuisances?
First, he'd brought out a Gold Soul Coin so the two little guards wouldn't dare look down on him. Then he'd slapped an enormous accusation on them, making them panic and leaving them too afraid to doubt him again.
Besides, Holy Soul Village had developed pretty well over the past few years. It could hardly be called poor anymore.
Wang Feng had even saved up a little nest egg of his own, though it wasn't much-only a few Gold Soul Coins.
Old Jack spent most of his time in the village, and the people of Holy Soul Village were simple and honest. How could he know about all the twists and turns of city life?
Wang Feng ignored the guards and merely pointed at Old Jack.
The guard understood and hurriedly bent over to apologize with great humility:
"Elder, we're truly sorry. We were in the wrong just now. We hope you can forgive us..."
"..." Old Jack had never seen anything like this.
As the head of a small village, he'd kept his head down ever since entering the city.
Now, the gatekeeper who'd been arrogant and disdainful just moments earlier was actually apologizing to him with the utmost respect.
It felt utterly unbelievable, almost like a dream. He was incredibly excited inside.
"It's, it's all right..." Old Jack said, his old face flushed red. His vanity was bursting with satisfaction.
Only then did the guard hurriedly turn to Wang Feng.
"But I'm still a little annoyed. I want to go back to Spirit Hall. What should I do?"
Wang Feng smiled at the two guards.
At that, the two guards shuddered. Wang Feng had already seen right through them.
They exchanged a glance and gritted their teeth. Each took out a few Silver Soul Coins from his clothes, handed them to Wang Feng, and said with a low, fawning smile:
"Here, what do you think?"
Tang San and Old Jack both drew in sharp breaths.
Their minds were full of questions.
What was going on?
These two gatekeepers had actually taken out Silver Soul Coins to give Wang Feng?
He was incredible!
Who knew, Wang Feng didn't even look at the few Silver Soul Coins. He said coldly:
"A few Silver Soul Coins? You think you can fob off a beggar? Do you think I need that little bit of money from you? It wouldn't even be worth one hour of my pocket money!"
Old Jack thought, Since when do you get pocket money?
But the two guards trembled at Wang Feng's words.
Wang Feng waved a hand at them, then casually tossed away the Gold Soul Coin and said coolly:
"Get lost. You can have this Gold Soul Coin as a tip from me!"
Hearing this, the two men were overjoyed and hurriedly caught the Gold Soul Coin.
They were now utterly convinced that this child was a big shot!
They absolutely couldn't afford to offend him!
"Thank you for your generosity, young master! If you ever need anything, just give us the word!" the two guards said in unison, utterly respectful, as if they were about to kneel before Wang Feng.
Their expressions made it seem as though they were facing their own ancestors.
Wang Feng felt secretly pleased. He'd gotten to experience the feeling of being a rich tycoon in his previous life.
No wonder so many people wanted to be rich tycoons. Smashing people with money felt great.
In any case, Wang Feng didn't care about that one Gold Soul Coin at all!
"..." Tang San.
"..." Old Jack.
"What incredible skill..."
Tang San thought to himself in silence.
Was Brother Feng really only six years old?
He was even more formidable than those cunning, crafty elders of my Tang Sect!
Old Jack, however, just scratched his head, still not quite understanding.
Not far behind them, a slender middle-aged man was also watching the scene, a hint of astonishment in his eyes:
"This child is just too impressive, isn't he?"