Seventeen: We've Even Had a Titled Douluo!

"Take too big a step, and you'll pull a muscle." Usually, he was always enthusiastically inviting Wang Feng to eat at each household. "All right. From now on, our Holy Soul Village won't just be known for producing a Spirit Saint." 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 show off one step at a time..." Just like earlier—if Wang Feng had made his move when Su Yuntao was at his most exhilarated, Su Yuntao would have been utterly defeated! An uncle walked over, carrying a basket of fruit, and offered some to Wang Feng and Tang San. Su Yuntao only assumed that his Soul Power had temporarily increased because of their all-out battle. Today was the day they were heading to Notting City. Su Yuntao thought, After all, even carrying those two hundred pounds of iron weights would be exhausting for me. I really ought to praise him... After this fight, he felt that his Soul Power had risen by one level, and the injury on his chest seemed to have healed, too. Spirit Masters were human, after all. Wang Feng landed steadily and said with complete seriousness, "..." Usually, he was just too lazy to go around visiting. Though he received plenty of invitations, Wang Feng rarely dropped by, spending most of his time alone, letting his imagination run wild. Thinking this, Su Yuntao walked over and patted Wang Feng on the shoulder. A smile appeared on his stern face as he said, "..." Behind them stood many of Holy Soul Village's residents. A clear handprint had appeared on the stone pillar. Most of these aunties and uncles had come to see Brother Feng off—and, well, to see him off, too. Tang San watched Brother Feng from the side, looking rather envious. Though Wang Feng had only offered suggestions, most of the villagers were grateful to him for it. "Brother Feng, now that you're a Spirit Master, come back and visit us!" They couldn't have imagined it, either! He had only wanted to test where his strength stood and explore how he could use the Golden Lotus. Three months ago, right after the Martial Spirit Awakening, the villagers had even held a small banquet for Wang Feng and Tang San. "Little Feng, when you get to Notting City, don't forget about us, okay? My Xiao Cui is still waiting for you." "In just four months, I've covered more ground than Brother Tao did in over twenty years. For a former couch potato like me, that's enough." At the blacksmith's shop in the distance, Tang Hao looked at the little handprint and chuckled softly. Wang Feng laughed, then suddenly walked to the stone pillar standing in the middle of the village, the one bearing the Spirit Saint Handprint. A long, wistful sigh sounded softly, but it couldn't reach the three who were already far away... "Got it, Aunt Mei." Wang Feng laughed a few times. Wang Feng chuckled to himself. "I've already gotten everything I could out of Brother Tao... Hmm, my physical abilities should be about on par with Brother Tao's when he's using Martial Spirit Possession—equivalent to a Spirit Grandmaster. With level-ten Soul Power, I shouldn't have to fear a Spirit Grandmaster. Even if I can't win, I won't lose." Just thinking about it was embarrassing. With that, Wang Feng walked over to Tang San and said, "..." Wang Feng glared at the little brat. "..." There was also another strange ability... Everyone looked puzzled, unsure what the boy was up to. "Little Feng, is there something else?" Old Jack asked. Wang Feng gave the confident-looking Brother Tao a look. Seeing that his goal had been achieved, he pretended to be delighted and said, "..." A few minutes passed. Su Yuntao didn't suspect Wang Feng of having anything to do with it. "Heh." Everyone looked at the little handprint, and amused smiles appeared on their faces. "..." Wang Feng was speechless as he looked at the baby in the woman's arms. But Wang Feng couldn't be bothered with the trouble, so he declined outright. After all, that little bird the other day had just been an ordinary animal. "Brother Feng, you're so shameless. 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?" Wang Feng suddenly shouted, "..." "Ahem, keep working hard!" As expected of someone with Innate Full Soul Power. Even if his Martial Spirit is useless, his Soul Power is the real deal! The kid must have been training hard these past few days. "Is that so, Master Su? I thought you'd gone easy on me because you saw me losing and didn't want to hurt me..." "Kid, you're only six, and you managed to draw with me, a Spirit Grandmaster. You've every reason to be proud. Even if your Martial Spirit is useless, if you keep this up, you might really become a strong fighter someday!" After saying "draw," Su Yuntao paused. Then he thought to himself, That's terrifyingly strong already! As he thought this, Wang Feng returned to Holy Soul Village. "That kid Feng has quite the ambition—to become a Titled Douluo..." Wang Feng smiled. "No problem." He smiled warmly. Wang Feng leapt high into the air, reached the top of the stone pillar, and slapped it with his little hand! In his fight with Su Yuntao, Wang Feng hadn't been trying to defeat him. Old Jack's face grew a little solemn. "Little Feng, Little San, let's go." Old Jack's face reddened with embarrassment. He glared at Wang Feng, then led him straight out of the village gate. The village's development over the past two years owed a great deal to Wang Feng. "All right, Uncle Li." Wang Feng waved a hand. "It's not like I'm going on some long journey. Notting City is only half a day away. Don't act like I'm going somewhere far off." "Charging for it would naturally be even more profitable!" It could be used to help others, or even turned against them! Under the gentle sunlight, the three figures stretched long behind them. A woman stepped forward and scolded them. "You kids, always acting up! You're going far from home, to Notting City, where you don't have any relatives or friends. You and Tang San need to look out for each other. D-don't let anyone look down on our Holy Soul Village." Wang Feng had always been impressive. Tang San couldn't have done the same. The Golden Lotus could heal and restore, and even raise Soul Power Levels! Wang Feng had only tested it once, out of curiosity. He wanted to find out how effective the Golden Lotus would be in a Spirit Master's battle. And this was only what the Golden Lotus could do on its own! Old Jack's face turned stern. "..." Wang Feng. "Wait." "..." Tang San was speechless. Two days later.