Lü Yuntao

With matters here concluded,

the two began their return journey.

After returning to the academy, Yun Feng resumed his usual routine.

Meanwhile, Ma Xiunuo at the branch hall truthfully wrote down everything he and Yun Feng had experienced and submitted it through certain special channels of Spirit Hall.

He had to be responsible. Reality did not have so many idiots who would do foolish things.

Everyone had their own thoughts.

Behind the mountain.

Over the past few days since returning, Yun Feng had thoroughly figured out the Soul Ring he had acquired.

The changes brought by this Soul Ring suited Yun Feng's wishes perfectly. Not only that, but some of his Martial Soul's traits had also been developed.

Sea Porcupinefish, Magnification, expansion, poison.

Although Yun Feng's Martial Soul was not poisonous at the moment, its suppressive power was simply heaven-defying.

What Spirit Master could, at level thirteen, make even the master of a branch hall feel terrified?

Whenever he thought of Tang San using the Blue Silver Emperor for poison and bondage play, Yun Feng felt utterly miserable.

He knew Tang San's Spirit Skills too, but he truly could not understand them.

His first Spirit Skill was Blue Silver Bind.

Paired with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, its strength was insufficient and it had not awakened, making it easy to break free from. As for that tiny bit of added poison, he had never seen it poison anyone to death, or even seriously injure anyone.

If the Datura Snake knew its poison had been attached to a plant Martial Soul, even it might cry!

After all, one bite from it had nearly taken Yu Xiaogang's life!

If Tang San had not been good at using poison, Yu Xiaogang could not have been saved!

Yet such powerful poison became so pathetic when placed on Tang San's Martial Soul!

If Yu Xiaogang had copied Spirit Hall's theories wholesale, he would not have earned so much infamy.

At least he would not have gotten anyone killed!

He had insisted on being unconventional despite lacking the ability, adding a bunch of half-baked nonsense into the mix.

Tang San had become the victim.

Leaving aside the fact that plant-type Martial Souls naturally possessed the trait of Bind, whether one chose to develop it was another matter.

That poison was the truly laughable part!

Tang San, a ruined experimental subject, served only as a warning to himself!

Wasn't Tang San's fifth Soul Ring created when the Blue Silver King sacrificed itself, gathering all the Blue Silver Grass in the ancient forest to form a growth-type Soul Ring for him?

And that Soul Ring was called the Blue Silver Overlord Spear. That alone made it obvious.

Blue Silver Grass was not meant to follow the poison route.

Yun Feng could understand control; attaching and binding were natural traits of herbaceous plants.

Tang San had been led straight into a pit, yet he enjoyed it endlessly.

Thinking back on what he knew, Tang San barely used the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul later on. His earlier Spirit Skills never appeared again either.

Most of the time, it was only used to boost his combat power through Ring Detonation.

What a waste of a top-tier Martial Soul.

It would be better off in his own hands!

Once that thought surfaced, Yun Feng suddenly found inspiration. If he intercepted Ah Yin, the Blue Silver Emperor, and made her his own, could he...

At that thought, Yun Feng suddenly laughed.

Only after a long while did he fall silent again.

Blue Silver Grass?

Not even dogs would use it!

Pah!

The wind brushed across Yun Feng's cheeks, and the Blue Silver Grass swayed a few times in the breeze, seeming deeply displeased by his words.

But at that moment, for some reason,

Yun Feng could even sense the existence of those Blue Silver Grass plants, much like the Blue Silver Domain that had appeared in the original story when Tang San awakened the Blue Silver Emperor.

Could it be because his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had grown larger?

Many weak members of a group depended on the strong to survive.

The current situation was somewhat similar.

After thinking of this, Yun Feng observed for a long time.

Hmm. He did not observe anything.

In the end, he gave up.

He was only a Spirit Master right now. Why think so much?

The only things before him that could increase the foundation of his Martial Soul were the Blue Silver Emperor and Whale Rubber.

The risks involved in obtaining the Blue Silver Emperor were truly too great. As for Whale Rubber, even though people in Douluo Continent had not yet discovered its true use, its value as an aphrodisiac had always kept its price high.

So Yun Feng simply could not find any. Even if he had money now, he could not buy it up.

Yun Feng smiled helplessly, then stood up and dusted the dirt from his robe. It was getting late; it was time to go back!

After returning to the dormitory, Yun Feng saw everyone cultivating, including Xiao Wu.

That surprised Yun Feng somewhat.

Xiao Wu had usually been extremely unwilling to cultivate!

What kind of stimulation had she received?

Yun Feng could not figure it out, but he did not disturb her.

His greatest priority now was becoming stronger as quickly as possible, and the shortcuts to strength had already been given to him.

He drank some hot water, added his buffs, and began cultivating.

An hour later, he went to sleep right on schedule.

Xiao Wu and Tang San naturally noticed Yun Feng's routine, and they both went numb.

Although they did not know what level Yun Feng had reached now,

merely sensing the aura emanating from him told them that Yun Feng had become much stronger.

And precisely because of that, they could not understand.

How could Yun Feng cultivate like this?

He was clearly asleep, yet the Soul Power within his body continued to rise without pause.

It completely overturned their worldview.

But they were destined to never figure out why.

Because Yun Feng was not cultivating at all; his Soul Power was simply increasing on its own.

After pondering for a long time, Tang San and Xiao Wu still found no clue. It was not as though they had never asked Yun Feng before, but Yun Feng had said that he did not know what was going on either.

Tang San could tell from Yun Feng's eyes that he was not lying.

After all, he came from the Tang Sect.

In truth, Yun Feng had not lied. He had merely muddled the concept a little.

He truly did not know how the system made him cultivate, so answering caused him no pressure at all.

They could only let the matter go. Still, seeing Yun Feng's way of cultivating made them feel utterly miserable.

Yun Feng had nothing to say about that. He merely kept an eye on his relationship with Xiao Wu.

Early the next morning.

Yun Feng got up early and headed to Spirit Hall.

After skillfully greeting the deacon at the entrance, he walked into the hall and knocked on Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo's door.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo, are you there? It's Yun Feng."

The moment Yun Feng finished speaking, he immediately heard rustling sounds from inside.

Only after quite a while did Ma Xiunuo's voice finally sound.

"Xiao Feng, I'm here. Come in!"

Yun Feng did not suspect anything. After directly opening the door and entering,

he discovered two people in the room. One was Ma Xiunuo, while the other was Si Si, Su Yuntao's goddess.

There was also a peculiar scent in the room. Looking at their disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes,

Yun Feng understood instantly.

No wonder there had been no response for so long.

So that was what had been going on!