Tyrant Overlord!

Lin Feng sank his consciousness deep into the Blessing Gold Pouch.

"Roar--!"

A savage, violent dragon roar exploded within his mind.

Scarlet pupils gleamed with malevolent light, as if intending to annihilate all things. A qilin-like torso was wreathed in pale purple light, its four limbs supporting the earth like pillars of heaven, muscles coiled and bulging, the sheer pressure rushing toward him.

"Setting everything else aside, this Tyrant is truly handsome."

His eyes glowed with golden light.

"I just don't know what level the Tyrant's dragon bloodline ranks in this world; I wonder if it can compare to Di Tian?"

"Tyrant Buff! I want it so much..."

His gaze shifted downward, landing on the glaring number beneath the Tyrant Buff.

10,000 Gold Soul Coins.

His heart gave a sharp twitch, and he silently looked away.

"Actually... it's not like I absolutely must have it."

He shifted his gaze to the other side.

"Roar--!"

Another dragon roar rang out.

Deep emerald vertical pupils stared straight at him. Azure dragon scales were inlaid with dark gold patterns, membrane wings pressed lightly against its spine, and a tail filled with the aesthetics of violence swept slowly through the air.

Overlord!

Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

"Not bad, not bad. I wonder who is stronger, the Overlord or the Tyrant?"

He suddenly recalled the effect of the Overlord Buff: summoning a Dominator Vanguard, also known as a Dragon Soldier.

In the game, a Dragon Soldier was just a minion with a bit more health, but in this world, it would at the very least possess a sub-dragon bloodline, and most importantly, it could fly!

Thinking of being able to tread upon a Dragon Soldier and soar through the sky, Lin Feng's blood instantly rushed to his head.

"The Overlord Buff must be acquired. No matter how expensive it is, I have to get my hands on it!"

Flender watched his flushed face, pushed up his glasses, and looked at him with suspicion.

"Little profiteer, you're so excited—what kind of scamming scheme are you cooking up now?"

The astronomical unlocking fee of 100,000 Gold Soul Coins for the Overlord flashed through Lin Feng's mind, the cold numbers instantly dousing his fervor.

He took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incredibly determined, and he muttered to himself as if possessed.

"Money... Gold Soul Coins, I need more Gold Soul Coins!"

The business at the Soul Recovery Pavilion was far less lucrative than he had imagined; most soul masters, unless they were at death's door or in a desperate rush, were simply unwilling to spend money to recover their soul power.

He had considered expanding the scale, but ultimately gave up on the idea.

The Blue Buff was too heaven-defying; with only Flender and Zhao Wuji, two Soul Saints, they could never protect this cash cow. Once it attracted the attention of major powers, it would only invite disaster.

Zhao Wuji watched him in this money-obsessed state and laughed, patting Flender on the shoulder.

"Congratulations, Flender. The student has surpassed the master; your mantle as a profiteer has finally been inherited."

Flender gave a helpless, bitter smile and sighed, bowing his head.

"To be saddled with this Gold-Swallowing Beast, my life is bitter!"

Perhaps this was the retribution for being a profiteer!

Two and a half years passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside a simple, crude wooden hut, A steady and clear ripple of soul power slowly radiated from Lin Feng's body.

He opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and a flash of brilliance crossed his pupils.

"Finally broken through to a level 20 Soul Grand Master."

"With normal Innate Full Soul Power, two years is enough to advance, but the innate cultivation defects of the support system forced me to be a full half-year slower. Damn it!"

Thinking of the exorbitant cultivation resources required just for him and Oscar was a headache; the resources the two of them used alone were equal to those of ten people.

"This can't go on like this. I must find a way to get my hands on some immortal herbs."

"If I don't resolve the innate defects of my support-type martial soul, it's hard to say if I'll even be able to touch the Title Douluo realm in this lifetime. However, that old monster Dugu Bo is not to be trifled with; I must come up with a foolproof plan."

At the thought that he could finally absorb his second soul ring, Lin Feng could no longer hold back. He rose and headed straight for the dean's office.

He wondered what kind of surprise his Blessing Gold Pouch would pull out this time.

Inside the dean's office.

As soon as Lin Feng pushed the door open, he caught sight of a skinny, red-haired little boy standing in the corner, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"Yo, Dean, a new student? That's a rarity!"

"Where did you kidnap this little genius from this time? What is the little junior's Martial Soul?"

"If you're asking for money, I don't have any. Get lost, get lost, my scalp goes numb just looking at you."

Flender rolled his eyes at him in annoyance, then turned to the red-haired boy and introduced him solemnly.

"This is Lin Feng, your senior. He is a level 19 Soul Master. If I'm not around for your cultivation, just look for him. If you run into any trouble in daily life, just go to him."

As he spoke, his tone was filled with pride and trust in Lin Feng as a student.

Ma Hongjun looked at Lin Feng timidly, his small hands clutching the corner of his shirt nervously as he whispered a greeting.

"Hello, Senior Lin... My name is Ma Hongjun, and my Martial Soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix."

Seeing his reserved appearance, Lin Feng stepped forward and gently patted his head, his tone gentle.

"Hello. If you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to me."

He turned to look at Flender and corrected him with a smile.

"Dean, you were wrong just now. I'm no longer a level 19 Soul Master; I'm a Soul Grand Master now."

"A little faster than I expected."

Flender's eyes were filled with gratification, and he nodded slightly, not appearing too surprised.

"Alright, the time is about right. Take Ma Hongjun to get settled first, then come back to find me."

Lin Feng readily agreed, reached out to grab Ma Hongjun's hand, and ran toward the door.

"Got it! Don't go wandering off, old man, or I won't be able to find you later."

Ma Hongjun was caught off guard and dragged into a sprint; his short legs scrambled desperately, his face turned pale, and he was panting so hard he couldn't speak clearly.

"Senior Lin... slow, slow down... my legs are weak... I can't catch my breath..."

Didn't the Dean say Senior Lin was an auxiliary-type Soul Master? How is he running even more fiercely than him, a beast-type Martial Soul user?

Lin Feng looked back at him, seeing he was about to faint from exhaustion, and slowed his pace, shaking his head helplessly.

"Little junior, you have to work hard on your physical training in the future! You have a beast-type Martial Soul; this kind of physique won't do."

Wait, although the Evil Fire Phoenix is a beast-type Martial Soul, its soul skills are biased toward elemental bursts. To put it bluntly, he's a glass-cannon mage, so a weak constitution seems normal.

Star Dou Forest.

The mountains rolled like waves, and the ancient trees were so tall they blocked out the sun, the air permeated with a primitive, wild aura.

A hundred meters in the air, Lin Feng was being carried by Flender as they flew. Every half-quarter of an hour, the yellow soul ring on his body would glow softly, bestowing the Blue Buff upon Flender.

I wonder which defensive equipment will be unlocked after absorbing the second soul ring. The Thornmail is great for both defense and reflecting damage, and the Guardian of Eternal Night seems pretty good too—it adds both physical and magical resistance. The key is that it has a passive life-saving heal...

The reason he chose the defensive path for his second soul ring was to aim for the Resurrection Armor. At first, he was torn between the Name Blade and the Resurrection Armor, but the Name Blade was too limited in its utility; the Resurrection Armor was much better suited for him.

He was completely preoccupied with his equipment, but Flender beside him suddenly narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the side of a stream below.

In a pile of rubble on the riverbank, a giant beast was lying in the sun. Its skin was covered in gray-white rock armor, making it almost indistinguishable from the surrounding stones.

Flender immediately retracted his wings and landed silently on a thick tree branch. He adjusted his glasses and carefully assessed the age of the soul beast.

"One thousand five hundred years. Just right."

Lin Feng followed his gaze, but all he saw was a pile of rubble; he couldn't see the shadow of any soul beast at all, so he tugged on Flender's sleeve in confusion.

"Dean, what one thousand five hundred years? Where is the soul beast? Why can't I see it?"

"Can't see it? If you can't see it, that's exactly right!"

"One Gold Soul Coin!"

Flender chuckled, held up a finger and waved it in front of him, then pointed at the Water Rock Shield Turtle disguised as a rock in the pile.

"Take a closer look."

Lin Feng's mouth twitched in speechlessness. He followed the direction Flender pointed, focused his gaze, and frowned.

"This rock looks like... a turtle."

He observed it carefully for a moment and finally spotted the Water Rock Shield Turtle perfectly hidden among the rocks.