Sorry, I Think That's a Bit Too Little

After Wang Feng left.

"This child..."

Grandmaster watched Wang Feng's retreating figure, unable to speak for a long time.

"What a stubborn child," Grandmaster said softly.

For some reason, as Grandmaster watched Wang Feng's retreating figure, his heart filled with endless emotion.

Who hadn't been a stubborn child once?

"Maybe Brother Feng isn't quite what we thought, Teacher."

Tang San said quietly, "Brother Feng has been very clever since he was little. If he weren't absolutely sure, he wouldn't have absorbed the Six Thousand Years Golden Light Thunder Leopard Spirit Ring..."

Grandmaster pondered for a moment, but still felt he couldn't understand it. Because this was almost completely at odds with the theory he had derived.

Tang San couldn't understand it either, but he knew Brother Feng had his own secrets, just as he had secrets of his own.

For certain reasons, they couldn't be spoken aloud.

"Perhaps." Grandmaster shook his head. "But with time, things should become clear. If he really is all right, then your Brother Feng is truly a genius beyond imagination! In any case, you still have a long time before graduation..."

Tang San nodded.

"But if this child really is all right, then he went to Spirit Hall for an appraisal and wasn't taken away by them. I'm afraid he was deliberately testing Spirit Hall. I wonder how he managed it... Such remarkable judgment at such a young age."

Grandmaster was very clever. As if he had thought of something, he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Tang San remained silent. The two watched Wang Feng gradually disappear into the darkness, each with different feelings in their hearts.

The next day.

Wang Feng didn't tell anyone that he had passed Spirit Hall's appraisal.

He went to a few classes in the morning, learning about the many details and settings of Douluo Continent that had grown hazy in his mind. At noon, Wang Feng didn't stay at the academy.

Instead, he went to Soul Hunting Forest.

Of course, this time Wang Feng wasn't going to Soul Hunting Forest to obtain a Spirit Ring.

He was going to hunt Soul Beasts.

And he wasn't going alone.

"I have Meteor Tear, so even without meditating, I'll absorb the energy of heaven and earth and turn it into Soul Power. It's just too slow."

Wang Feng thought as he walked.

After compressing and purifying his Soul Power, his cultivation speed had dropped drastically.

He had meditated all night, from last night until this morning, and even now, he still hadn't reached level sixteen. Compared to when he was in Soul Hunting Forest and compressed and purified his Soul Power to level fifteen after meditating for just a few hours, this was far too slow.

When he thought about how each subsequent level would take even longer, Wang Feng knew that meditating alone would be too slow.

If things continued like this, he feared he wouldn't reach his goal even in six years.

And in six years, he would graduate. If he went to Shrek Academy then without reaching level thirty, he wouldn't even have a chance to obtain a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Grandmaster and Tang San's goodwill last night had made Wang Feng feel that Shrek Academy was still worth visiting. Besides, one of the system's designated check-in locations was there, too.

"But if I fight and use more of the Soul Power inside me, will my cultivation speed up a lot?"

Wang Feng wondered.

It was certainly possible.

Combat could temper a person, and using up Soul Power would naturally increase his cultivation speed.

That was why he wanted to go to Soul Hunting Forest.

"I can make some money. I can also fight Soul Beasts and improve my combat experience! That's three birds with one arrow! I've got plenty of time this afternoon and evening! I won't waste a Spirit Ring, either. Most importantly... I can show off..."

Wang Feng thought it over. After lunch, he bought a robe and a mask, then went straight to Soul Hunting Forest.

Even though it was already afternoon.

The outer perimeter of Soul Hunting Forest was still bustling, with people coming and going.

This Soul Hunting Forest covered many cities in Fasinuo Province, not just Notting City.

So there were a great many people.

Various shouts rang out without end.

"Three of us, need one more! Looking for a wealthy sponsor. Our team has a level-twenty-six Battle Soul Master, a level-twenty-five support Spirit Master, and all the roles covered. We can hunt Soul Beasts around five hundred years old! Prices negotiable!"

"Looking to hunt a Soul Beast around four hundred years old. Need a control-type Spirit Master around level twenty-five. Pay is fifty Silver Soul Coins!"

"..."

As Wang Feng listened to the voices, each time he couldn't help thinking of his days playing online games in his previous life, teaming up with others to run dungeons.

These Spirit Masters weren't nobles and had no family to help them, so they had to hunt on their own, but it was very dangerous. They could only seek help from others.

It was all perfectly normal.

After scanning the area, Wang Feng's gaze sharpened, and he suddenly looked at three people in the distance.

Two men dressed in black and a woman wearing a tight-fitting combat outfit stood there quietly.

The three weren't shouting. They simply stood in place, holding up a sign.

It read:

"Looking to hunt an eight-hundred-year-old Soul Beast. Seeking a recovery-type Spirit Master around level twenty-five. Pay: one Gold Soul Coin!"

Seeing this, Wang Feng was interested.

A recovery-type Spirit Master was just what he needed.

The three had an air about them that was very different from ordinary Spirit Masters.

"I'm a recovery-type Spirit Master. May I ask if you need one?"

Wang Feng walked over, coughed a few times, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

He was wearing a black robe and a mask. Even people familiar with him might not recognize him. He still needed to keep his identity hidden.

"You?"

Hearing someone speak, all three turned their eyes toward Wang Feng.

"How old are you?" asked one of the two men. He was rather burly and had a thick beard.

This brat looked about a meter and a half tall. He was probably only eleven or twelve, right?

Was he here to mess with them?

"Ahem... I'm around twelve. But my Martial Spirit has recovery abilities," Wang Feng said.

"You? Twelve years old? Are you level twenty-five? Kid, do you take us for fools?" said the other man, a young man holding a dagger and trimming his nails with it. "At your age, reaching level fourteen or fifteen would already be pretty good. Even if you have recovery abilities, they'd have little effect on us."

"Go play somewhere else. Don't bother your big brothers and sisters," the burly man with the thick beard said, waving Wang Feng away.

"Hey, wait. I really am only level fifteen, but my healing capacity is huge... No, I mean, my recovery ability is very strong!"

Wang Feng coughed a few more times. "Really. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

"Try what? Kid, don't joke around with us... The three of us don't have time to protect a twelve-year-old kid in Soul Hunting Forest. If you want to make money, go to the entrance of Soul Hunting Forest and find Spirit Masters who've just come out. Restore their Soul Power. You should be able to make quite a bit."

The burly man laughed as he spoke.

"Uncle, give it a try. You won't lose anything."

Wang Feng smiled.

It really was a clever way to make money. Quite a few recovery-type Spirit Masters did this.

Not every Spirit Master who went into Soul Hunting Forest brought a recovery-type Spirit Master with them. After all, recovery-type Spirit Masters were still quite rare.

So most people had already run out of Soul Power by the time they came out. Waiting at the entrance and restoring their Soul Power for them was indeed a way to make money.

But Wang Feng wanted more to go inside Soul Hunting Forest, see more Soul Beasts, and build up his combat experience.

The burly man and the young man were about to say something more, but the woman suddenly spoke in a calm voice:

"Let him try. Recovery-type Spirit Masters are hard to find. He doesn't need to be particularly strong."

The woman had a very good figure, with graceful curves. She wore her hair in a neat ponytail, and had fair skin and a beautiful face. Unfortunately, a four- or five-centimeter scar on her face marred her beauty.

"Fine, boss. I'll do as you say." The young man grinned.

Then he looked at the people around them.

"Kid, restore some of my Soul Power," the burly man said with a laugh. "As it happens, I've still got more than half my Soul Power left... I don't ask for much. Just restore a quarter of the other half."

When he finished, the other two looked at Wang Feng as well.

The burly man was no simple character. He was a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster!

"A quarter?"

Wang Feng hesitated.

"What? You think that's too much?" The burly man frowned. "If you can't even restore one-eighth of my Soul Power in one go, that won't do."

Wang Feng turned his palm slightly. He didn't reveal his Spirit Ring, only lighting up a small Golden Lotus Flower as he urged his Soul Power.

Because restoring Soul Power didn't require a Soul Skill, there was no need to reveal his Spirit Ring. From now on, unless it was a critical moment, Wang Feng basically wouldn't reveal his Spirit Ring.

At once, strands of Golden Threads flowed into the burly man's body.

In an instant!

The burly man shuddered all over. His entire body seemed to have been shocked by electricity, and he began shaking violently.

Seeing this, the other two immediately grew tense.

Just then, Wang Feng said with a smile:

"Sorry, I think that's a bit too little. I'll restore it all for you."