A Little Too Little, I Think

Were they here to mess with them? In an instant! "You can earn some money and improve your combat experience by fighting Soul Beasts! It's a win-win-win! There's plenty of time in the afternoon and evening, too! And you won't waste any Spirit Rings! Most importantly... you can show off..." For certain reasons, he couldn't say it aloud. The outskirts of the Soul Hunting Forest were still bustling, with people coming and going.

"How old are you?" one of the two men asked with a frown. He was the burly one, with a full beard. These were all perfectly normal things. Tang San nodded.

As he walked, Wang Feng thought, "I have the Meteor Tear. Even without meditating, I can absorb the energy of the world and turn it into Soul Power. It's just too slow."

"A quarter?"

"Go on, find somewhere else to play. Don't bother your big brother and sister." The bearded man waved Wang Feng away.

Grandmaster was very clever. He seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help sighing softly. Instead of staying there, Wang Feng had gone to the Soul Hunting Forest. After watching Wang Feng leave, Grandmaster remained silent for a long time.

Thinking about how every subsequent level would take even longer, Wang Feng knew that meditating alone would be far too slow. He turned his palm slightly. Without revealing his Spirit Ring, he summoned only a tiny Golden Lotus and channeled his Soul Power.

The kindness Grandmaster and Tang San had shown him the night before made Wang Feng think Shrek Academy was worth visiting. Besides, it was also a check-in location given by the system. This really was a clever way to make money. Quite a few healing-type Spirit Masters could earn money like this.

"What a stubborn child," Grandmaster murmured.

"Hey, kid, give me a recovery," the bearded man said with a grin. "I've still got more than half my Soul Power left... I'm not asking for much. Just restore a quarter of the other half."

Not every Spirit Master entering the Soul Hunting Forest brought along a healing-type Spirit Master. They were rare, after all.

"This child..."

"What? You think that's too much?" The bearded man frowned. "If you can't even restore an eighth of my Soul Power in one go, that's no good."

Even though it was already afternoon, the bearded man smiled as he spoke.

Grandmaster watched Wang Feng's back, unable to find the words.

"Let him try. Healing-type Spirit Masters are hard to find, and he doesn't have to be particularly skilled."

Just then, Wang Feng said with a smile, "..."

Wang Feng considered the matter. "But if I use up more of my Soul Power in battle, wouldn't my cultivation speed increase quite a bit?"

At once, strands of golden light flowed into the bearded man.

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

There was more than one person there.

"Need one more! Looking for a big spender! Our team has a Level 26 Battle Soul Master and a Level 25 support Spirit Master. We're all set. We can hunt Soul Beasts around five hundred years old! Price negotiable!"

Listening to the calls around him, Wang Feng was reminded of the days in his previous life when he'd teamed up with online friends to run dungeons.

As he scanned the area, Wang Feng's gaze sharpened. He suddenly looked toward three people in the distance. They weren't calling out; they simply stood there quietly beside a sign.

"Hunting an eight-hundred-year Soul Beast. Seeking a healing-type Spirit Master around Level 25. Payment: one Gold Soul Coin!"

The woman had a fine figure, with graceful curves. Her hair was tied back in a practical ponytail, and she had fair skin and lovely features. Unfortunately, a four- or five-centimeter scar across her face marred her beauty.

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

At this rate, he might not meet his goal even in six years. The kid looked about five feet tall, probably only eleven or twelve. The young man glanced at the people around them.

So many Spirit Masters came out of the forest with no Soul Power left. Waiting by the entrance to restore it for them was a way to make money, too.

"I'm a healing-type Spirit Master. Do you need one?" Wang Feng asked with a smile.

Wang Feng didn't mention that he'd been assessed by Spirit Hall. He was wearing a black robe and a mask, so even people who knew him might not recognize him. He still had to keep some things hidden.

"You? Twelve years old? Are you Level 25? Kid, do you think we're idiots?" The other man, who was holding a dagger and trimming his nails, laughed. "At your age, you'd be doing well to reach Level 14 or 15. Even if you have healing abilities, they won't do much for us."

For some reason, Grandmaster felt deeply moved as he watched Wang Feng's back.

"Maybe Brother Feng isn't what we thought, Teacher," Tang San said.

"Perhaps," Grandmaster replied, shaking his head. "But we'll know in time. If he really is fine, then your Brother Feng is a genius beyond our imagination! You still have a long time before graduation..."

Naturally, Wang Feng hadn't gone to the Soul Hunting Forest to obtain a Spirit Ring this time.

"I'm Level 15, that's true, but I've got a huge... uh, I mean, my healing ability is really strong!" Wang Feng coughed a few more times. "Honestly, why not give me a try?"

"You? Don't make us laugh, kid... The three of us can't waste our time protecting a twelve-year-old in the Soul Hunting Forest. If you want to earn money, go to the entrance and restore the Soul Power of Spirit Masters as they come out. You should make a decent amount."

The bearded man and the young man were about to say something, but the woman cut in coolly:

The three of them had an air about them that set them apart from ordinary Spirit Masters.

So Wang Feng had decided to go to the Soul Hunting Forest. Anyone who'd been a stubborn kid once could understand. After lunch, he bought a robe and a mask, then went straight to the forest.

"Try hunting a four-hundred-year Soul Beast. Looking for a control-type Spirit Master around Level 25. Payment: fifty Silver Soul Coins!"

The forest covered several cities in Fasinuo Province, not just Notting City.

He walked over to them, coughed a few times, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice. They were there to hunt Soul Beasts.

The bearded man was no ordinary person. He was a Level 29 Soul Grandmaster!

Calls rang out one after another.

Healing-type Spirit Masters were just what Wang Feng needed.

But Wang Feng would rather go deeper into the Soul Hunting Forest, see more Soul Beasts, and gain combat experience. After compressing and purifying his Soul Power, his cultivation speed had dropped considerably.

"Try my ass... Kid, quit messing around. The three of us don't have time to babysit you in the Soul Hunting Forest. If you want to earn money, go to the entrance and restore the Soul Power of Spirit Masters coming out. You should make a decent amount."

In the morning, he attended a few classes to refresh his knowledge of Douluo Continent, which had grown fuzzy in his mind. By noon, he'd already left the academy.

"Sorry, I think that's a little too little. I'll just restore all of it."

The next day.