Speculation

To be honest, Yun Feng did not harbor much hostility toward the people in Dorm Seven, Tang San included.

After all, they had not provoked him.

As for Xiao Wu, he had developed a somewhat different impression of her.

He was no longer looking down from a godlike perspective. He was a living, breathing person experiencing all of this.

It was not that he lacked any sense of danger; he simply lacked the strength.

The current Xiao Wu was not the Xiao Wu of the future, so Yun Feng did not project the prejudiced views from his past life onto her.

Tang San was much the same.

Still, Yun Feng maintained a degree of vigilance, though not for any other reason.

Tang San's killing intent was simply far too heavy.

Once anything detrimental to him appeared, Yun Feng did not intend to keep this up.

But for now, it was better to maintain a good relationship!

If he could make a move early, he should do so early. After all, he had no idea what his future would look like.

Not to mention that he had some different thoughts about Tang San's mother, Ah Yin.

She was the emperor among Blue Silver Grass, and his own Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass. If he could obtain the Blue Silver Emperor, even if it offered no other benefits, the Mimic Environment alone could take another step forward!

Besides, she was a delicate, stunning beauty. Yun Feng did not want to say anything else—he simply lusted after her!

But now was not the time. After smiling, Yun Feng said directly,

"Thank you, Sister Xiao Wu. Thank you, everyone!"

Seeing how humble Yun Feng was, Tang San felt even more favorably toward him.

After chatting briefly, Yun Feng went back to cultivating.

Seeing how serious Yun Feng was, Xiao Wu also sat cross-legged on her bed and began cultivating for the first time in a long while.

There was no helping it. Whenever the time came, everyone in the dorm began meditating and cultivating.

There was no one left to talk to her.

It was truly boring.

Since their Soul Power had both broken through Level Ten, Xiao Wu and Tang San went together to the Spirit Hall branch to have their Soul Power tested. After Ma Xiunuo tested them,

he invited Xiao Wu and Tang San to join Spirit Hall.

Tang San was somewhat tempted, but Xiao Wu refused. She only said that it was still time for studying and did not directly state whether she would join. She needed to think it over!

Ma Xiunuo merely sighed and said nothing.

A Spirit Master's subsidy was one Gold Soul Coin per month.

Once they reached the Soul Grandmaster rank, the subsidy would become ten Gold Soul Coins.

Moreover, these subsidies were provided free of charge.

A common household's monthly expenses were at most one Gold Soul Coin.

Yet as long as one became a Spirit Master, they could receive this for free.

It could be said that Spirit Hall had made an enormous contribution to the overall development of Spirit Masters.

Even those who were not part of Spirit Hall could collect it.

Watching Tang San leave, Ma Xiunuo pondered for a moment, then wrote a letter and handed it to someone beside him, instructing them to send it to Spirit Hall.

After all, how could Ma Xiunuo, as the master of a branch hall, possibly fail to report the discovery of two geniuses with Innately Full Soul Power?

All that could be said was that the original work had too many plot holes!

There were many errors that went against common sense.

Ma Xiunuo did not bear Tang San and Xiao Wu any ill will.

He was simply delighted to have discovered two geniuses.

Tang Hao saw all of this.

However, he did not stop Ma Xiunuo from doing so. His existence was still extremely sensitive.

Besides, even if he killed the messenger, it would be useless. If he killed them all, how could he possibly kill every one of them?

It would also attract Spirit Hall's attention.

For now, he could only choose to leave himself and could not reveal his identity.

If he showed himself, Spirit Hall would definitely notice him immediately!

Therefore, he could not arouse suspicion.

When Tang San left Spirit Hall, there was already a badge specially forged by Spirit Hall inside his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges. The badge was round, with his name engraved on the back and two intersecting thorny vines on the front, symbolizing a Spirit Master's rank. Even Tang San, who came from a blacksmithing background, could not tell what metal it was made from.

After leaving Spirit Hall, Tang San hurried toward Notting Academy. Following Ma Xiunuo's directions, he took a shortcut this time that could save at least half the time.

Just as he was about to reach the academy, Tang San suddenly heard a familiar sound.

His footsteps stopped of their own accord.

Clang, clang, clang...

A hammer emblem, a tall yet somewhat rough building, and rhythmic pounding constantly ringing out from within—it was a blacksmith shop.

Seeing it, Tang San looked as though he had spotted some peerless beauty. He apologetically said to Xiao Wu beside him,

"Sister Xiao Wu, go back first. I have something to do."

After giving Tang San a deep look, Xiao Wu said unhappily,

"Fine, then. Little San, remember to bring back some food when you return!"

Tang San nodded, not taking the matter to heart.

It was only a little food. It did not matter.

"Alright!"

Time passed swiftly, and three months went by in the blink of an eye.

Yun Feng had changed greatly over those three months.

Through his tireless day-and-night cultivation, he had reached around one and a half meters tall at only six years old, standing a full head taller than both Tang San and Xiao Wu.

His body was also exceptionally robust, and when he took off his clothes, it displayed a lean, sculpted beauty.

During this period, Yun Feng received only one suggestion from Teacher Mo Hen.

That was to memorize all the subjects he would study over those three months and thoroughly integrate the knowledge. This time, however, the reward was a one-time grant: all the information on the plants and Soul Beasts in Douluo was transmitted directly into Yun Feng's mind!

Thus, Yun Feng could now truly be called a theoretical Grandmaster!

He could even turn many ideas that had existed only in his mind into reality.

At that instant, knowledge surged continuously through Yun Feng's mind. Looking at the tender Blue Silver Grass emerging from his hand, the corners of his lips curled upward.

The weakest Martial Soul?

I want to see just how far it can be developed!

Yun Feng was now filled with incomparable confidence!

However, Yun Feng did not plan to immediately put his ideas into practice.

Who knew whether Tang Hao was still lurking around here!

Everything was for the sake of safety!

Still, Yun Feng was not overly worried. He did not think Tang Hao would keep spying here forever.

It was closed education, and Tang San and Xiao Wu were not going anywhere.

Of course, even if Tang Hao discovered something, it would not be a big deal.

Yun Feng was not interfering with Tang San or Xiao Wu, and Soul Power cultivation was so slow that he posed no threat to them at all.

After all, Yun Feng's Soul Power had already reached Level Three.

It was absurd. With Innate Soul Power of Level One and four times the speed, it was not actually slow when calculated out.

Taking Innate Soul Power of Level Two as an example, and combining it with the original work's statement that cultivation before the age of twenty was fastest, one could reach between Level Twenty-Four and Level Twenty-Nine at most.

Including the Soul Power gained from absorbing Spirit Rings, one had to subtract two levels of Innate Soul Power and add two levels of Spirit Ring Soul Power, making Level Twenty-Five the maximum.

Twenty minus six was fourteen years, which averaged to an increase of less than two levels per year. Yet Yun Feng, with Innate Soul Power of Level One, had reached Level Two Soul Power in just three months.

In other words, Yun Feng could theoretically cultivate an average of eight levels per year.

Of course, that was taking into account how cultivation became more difficult the further one progressed.

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