Sorry, I Think That's a Bit Low

"Sorry, I think that's a bit low."

"Are you here to mess with us?"

Suddenly!

"I can earn some money. Plus, I can improve my combat experience by fighting spirit beasts! It's killing three birds with one stone! I have plenty of time in the afternoon and evening! I won't be wasting my spirit ring, and most importantly... I can show off a bit..."

For certain reasons, he couldn't say it out loud.

At this moment, the perimeter of the Hunting Forest was still bustling with an endless stream of people coming and going.

"How old are you?"

Of the two men, one who was rather burly and sported a thick beard asked with a frown.

These were all very normal occurrences.

Tang San nodded.

Wang Feng pondered on the road.

"I possess the Meteor Tear; even without meditation, I will absorb the energy of heaven and earth to become spirit power, but the speed is just too slow."

"One-quarter?"

"Hurry up and go play somewhere else; don't bother your big brother and sister."

The bearded man waved his hand at Wang Feng.

Grandmaster was very intelligent, and as if he had thought of something, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Instead, he went to the Hunting Forest.

Seeing Wang Feng leave.

Thinking about how every subsequent level would be even slower, Wang Feng knew that simple meditation would be too slow.

Wang Feng turned his palm slightly, not revealing his spirit ring, but instead lighting up a small Golden Lotus, channeling his spirit power.

The kindness Grandmaster and Tang San showed last night made Wang Feng feel that he should still go check out Shrek Academy, especially since the check-in location provided by the system was also in that place.

This method was truly ingenious; there were indeed many recovery-type spirit masters who could make money this way.

"What a stubborn child," Grandmaster said softly.

"Hey kid, restore me a bit," the burly man said with a smile, "It just so happens I have more than half of my spirit power left... My requirements aren't high, just restore one-quarter of that other half for me."

Because not every spirit master who enters the Hunting Forest brings a recovery-type spirit master along, as they are quite rare.

"This child..."

"What? You think that's too much?" The bearded man frowned, "If you can't even restore one-eighth of my spirit power at once, that won't do."

Even though it was currently the afternoon.

The bearded man said with a smile.

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

"Let him try. Recovery-type spirit masters are hard to find; he doesn't need to be that powerful."

At this moment, Wang Feng said with a smile: "..."

Wang Feng pondered in his heart.

"But, if I use more of my internal spirit power through combat, won't my cultivation speed increase significantly?"

Suddenly, strands of golden silk surged into the bearded man's body.

"Cough, cough... I'm about twelve. But my martial soul possesses recovery abilities," Wang Feng said.

It wasn't just one person.

"Three missing one, looking for a gold master. Our team has a level 26 battle spirit master and a level 25 support spirit master, fully equipped. Anything around 500 years is fine to hunt! Price is negotiable!"

Listening to these voices, Wang Feng could always think of the days in his past life when he played online games and teamed up to run dungeons.

Scanning the area, Wang Feng's gaze fixed, and he suddenly looked at three people in the distance.

The three were not shouting; they just stood quietly in place with a sign set up.

"Hunting an 800-year spirit beast, waiting for a level 25 recovery-type spirit master. Reward: one Gold Spirit Coin!"

This woman had a very good figure, curvaceous and well-proportioned, with a neat ponytail, fair skin, and a beautiful face, though unfortunately, a four or five-centimeter scar on her face marred her beauty.

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

If things continued like this, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to reach his goal even after six years.

This kid looked to be about 1.5 meters tall; he was probably only eleven or twelve, right?

Then the young man looked at the surrounding pedestrians.

So, by the time they came out, most of them had no spirit power left. Guarding the entrance specifically to restore their spirit power was indeed a way to make money.

"I am a recovery-type spirit master. May I ask, do you need one?" Wang Feng said with a smile.

Wang Feng did not mention that he had been appraised by Spirit Hall.

"You?"

So there were a lot of people.

The sign read:

This was actually possible.

"Uncle, why not give it a try? You won't lose anything anyway." Wang Feng coughed a few more times, "Really, why not just try it?"

He had been meditating from last night until this morning, and even now, he hadn't reached level 16.

Compared to meditating for several hours in the Hunting Forest to compress and purify his power to level 15, it was simply too slow.

Hearing someone speak, the three turned their gazes toward Wang Feng.

He was currently wearing a black robe and a mask, so even people who knew him might not recognize him.

What needed to be hidden still had to be hidden.

"Perhaps." Grandmaster shook his head, "However, after a long time, it should become clear. If he is truly fine, then this Brother Feng of yours is truly a genius beyond imagination! Anyway, you have a long time before graduation..."

"You? Twelve years old? Are you level 25? Kid, do you think we're stupid?" Another young man holding a dagger and trimming his nails said with a smile, "At your age, being level 14 or 15 would be considered pretty good. Even if you have recovery abilities, the effect on us would be very low."

Strangely, Grandmaster watched Wang Feng's back, feeling infinite emotion in his heart.

"Fine, boss, we'll listen to you." The young man grinned.

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

Of course, Wang Feng's trip to the Hunting Forest this time was naturally not to obtain a spirit ring.

The bearded man felt a jolt, his whole body trembling violently as if he had been electrocuted.

These spirit masters, because they were not nobles and had no family support, had to rely on themselves to hunt, but it was very dangerous, so they had to seek help from others.

Because restoring spirit power did not require spirit skills, there was no need to reveal spirit rings. Unless it was a critical moment, Wang Feng would basically not reveal his spirit ring in the future.

Wang Feng hesitated slightly.

"Hunting a 400-year spirit beast, looking for a level 25 control-type spirit master. Reward: 50 Silver Spirit Coins!"

The bearded man and the young man wanted to say something, but the woman suddenly spoke calmly:

Tang San remained silent, and the two watched Wang Feng gradually disappear into the darkness, each with their own mixed feelings.

Seeing this, Wang Feng's heart stirred.

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

After he finished speaking, the other two also looked at Wang Feng.

The other two saw this and suddenly became nervous.

One had to know, this bearded man was no simple person; he was a level 29 Great Spirit Master!

Various shouts continued one after another.

It was for hunting spirit beasts.

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

These three had a temperament that was quite different from ordinary spirit masters.

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

Who wasn't a stubborn child back in the day?

Wang Feng thought to himself. After lunch, he bought a robe and a mask and went straight to the Hunting Forest.

"However, if this child is really fine, and he went to Spirit Hall for appraisal but wasn't taken away by them, I'm afraid he was specifically testing Spirit Hall. I don't know how he did it... Such a young age, such extraordinary intelligence."

A recovery-type spirit master was just right for him.

However, Wang Feng wanted to go deeper into the Hunting Forest to see more spirit beasts and accumulate combat experience.

After compressing and purifying his spirit power, his cultivation speed had decreased significantly.

"Try my foot... Kid, stop joking with us... The three of us have no intention of protecting a twelve-year-old kid in the Hunting Forest. If you want to make money, go to the entrance of the Hunting Forest, watch those spirit masters who just came out, and restore their spirit power; you should be able to earn quite a bit."

He attended a few classes in the morning to understand the knowledge and settings about the Douluo Continent that had become blurry in his mind, and by noon, Wang Feng didn't stay at the academy.

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

The next day.

"Hey, wait, I am indeed only level 15, but my healing output is huge... Oh no, my recovery ability is very strong!"

Two men in black clothes and a woman in a tight combat suit were standing there calmly.

Combat can temper a person, and by consuming spirit power, one can naturally increase their cultivation speed.

Tang San whispered, "Brother Feng has been very smart since he was a child. If he didn't have absolute certainty, he wouldn't have absorbed that 6,000-year Golden Light Thunder Leopard spirit ring..."

And six years later, they would graduate. If they went to Shrek Academy by then and hadn't reached level 30, they wouldn't even have the chance to obtain a ten-thousand-year spirit ring.

Grandmaster pondered for a moment but felt he still couldn't understand it.

Because this was almost completely contrary to the theories he had derived.