Tyrant Overlord!

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

"Roar—!"

A savage, violent dragon roar exploded in his mind.

Scarlet pupils brimmed with ferocity, as if they could destroy all things. Its qilin-like body was wrapped in faint purple light, its four limbs stood like pillars supporting the heavens, and its knotted muscles bulged as overwhelming pressure crashed toward him.

"Setting everything else aside, this Tyrant is seriously cool."

His eyes gleamed.

"I just wonder what level the Tyrant's dragon Bloodline counts as in this world. Could it compare to Di Tian's?"

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

His gaze moved downward and landed on the glaring number beneath the Tyrant Buff.

10,000 gold coins.

His heart clenched sharply, and he silently turned his face away.

"Actually... it's not absolutely necessary."

He shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"Roar—!"

Another dragon cry rang out.

Emerald vertical pupils stared directly at him. Azure dragon scales were inlaid with dark golden patterns, membranous wings rested against its back, and a dragon tail filled with violent beauty slowly swept through the air.

Overlord!

Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

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

He suddenly recalled the Overlord Buff's effect: Summon Dominator Vanguard, otherwise known as Dragon Soldiers.

Dragon Soldiers were merely slightly tougher minions in the game, but in this world, even the weakest would possess lesser dragon bloodlines. More importantly, they could fly!

At the thought of standing atop a Dragon Soldier and soaring through the sky, Lin Feng's blood instantly surged.

"I have to get the Overlord Buff. No matter how expensive it is, I need to get my hands on it!"

Flender watched his flushed face, pushed up his glasses, and looked suspicious.

"You little profiteer, why are you this excited? What scam are you plotting now?"

The exorbitant unlocking cost of one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins for the Overlord flashed through Lin Feng's mind, and that cold number instantly doused his fervor.

He took a deep breath. His eyes became incomparably resolute as he muttered as though possessed.

"Money... gold coins, I need more gold coins!"

Soul Recovery Pavilion's business was nowhere near as profitable as he had imagined. Unless they were at death's door or pressed for time, most Soul Masters simply could not bear to spend money restoring Soul Power.

He had considered expanding the business, but ultimately gave up.

The Blue Buff was far too heaven-defying. With only Flender and Zhao Wuji, two Soul Saints, they could not protect this money tree at all. If they attracted a major faction, they would only invite disaster.

Watching him look utterly possessed by greed, Zhao Wuji smiled and patted Flender on the shoulder.

"Congratulations, Flender. The student has surpassed the master. Someone has finally inherited your profiteering legacy."

Flender gave a helpless bitter smile and lowered his head with a sigh.

"Being stuck with this Gold-Swallowing Beast, what a miserable life!"

Perhaps this was the retribution of a profiteer!

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

Inside a crude little wooden cabin,

A steady, distinct wave of Soul Power slowly spread from Lin Feng's body.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air. A sharp glint flashed in his gaze.

"I finally broke through to level twenty, Soul Grandmaster."

"Someone with Innate Full Soul Power would normally advance within two years, but the innate cultivation defect of the Support System forced me to fall behind by a whole six months. Damn it!"

Just thinking about the expensive cultivation resources needed for himself and Oscar gave him a headache. The resources the two of them used could support ten people.

"This can't go on. I still have to find a way to get those immortal herbs."

"If I don't solve the innate defect of Support System Spirits, it'll be hard to say whether I can even reach Title Douluo in this lifetime. But that old monster Dugu Bo isn't easy to deal with. I need a foolproof plan."

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

He wondered what sort of surprise his Blessing Gold Pouch would produce this time.

Inside the dean's office.

The moment Lin Feng pushed open the door, he caught sight of a thin little red-haired boy standing in the corner, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Well, well, Dean, a new student? That's rare!"

"Where did you kidnap another little genius from? What Spirit does this junior have?"

"No money. Get lost, get lost, get lost. My heart aches whenever I see you."

Flender shot him an irritated glare, then turned and solemnly introduced him to the red-haired boy.

"This is Lin Feng, your senior. He's a level nineteen Soul Scholar. If I'm not around and you need help with cultivation, go to him. If you run into any trouble in daily life, go to him too."

His tone was filled with pride and trust in Lin Feng, his student.

Ma Hongjun timidly looked at Lin Feng, his little hands nervously clutching the hem of his clothes as he softly greeted him.

"Hello, Senior Lin... My name is Ma Hongjun. My Spirit is the Evil Fire Phoenix."

Seeing how reserved he was, Lin Feng stepped forward and gently patted his head, his tone warm.

"Hello. If you have any questions in the future, you can come find me anytime."

He turned to Flender and smiled as he corrected him.

"Dean, you misspoke. I'm no longer a level nineteen Soul Scholar. I'm a Soul Grandmaster now."

"That was even faster than I expected."

Flender's eyes were full of gratification. He nodded lightly, not particularly surprised.

"Alright, it's about time. Take Ma Hongjun down and get him settled first, then come back and find me."

Lin Feng readily agreed, grabbed 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."

Caught off guard as he was dragged into a mad dash, Ma Hongjun desperately pumped his short legs. His face turned pale, and he was so out of breath that he could barely speak.

"Senior Lin... slower, slower... My legs are weak... I can't catch my breath..."

Hadn't the dean said Senior Lin was a Support System Soul Master? Why did he run even faster than Ma Hongjun, a Beast Spirit Soul Master?

Seeing that he was nearly gasping himself unconscious, Lin Feng slowed down and helplessly shook his head.

"Junior, you need to work harder on your physical training in the future! You have a Beast Spirit. This kind of physique won't do."

Wait, that wasn't right. Although the Evil Fire Phoenix was a Beast Spirit, its soul skills focused on elemental bursts. Put bluntly, he was a squishy mage, so weak physical fitness seemed perfectly normal.

Star Dou Forest,

Mountain ranges rolled like waves, ancient trees towered high enough to blot out the sun, and the air everywhere was filled with a primordial, savage aura.

A hundred meters above the ground,

Lin Feng was carried through the air by Flender. Every half quarter-hour, the yellow soul ring around him flashed faintly as he bestowed the Blue Buff upon Flender.

"I wonder which defensive equipment absorbing my second soul ring will unlock. Thornmail can take hits and reflect damage. Guardian of Eternal Night seems pretty good too—it increases both physical and magical resistance, and it even has a lifesaving healing passive..."

The reason he had chosen a defensive direction for his second soul ring was to work toward the Resurrection Armor. At first, he had hesitated between Name Blade and Resurrection Armor, but Name Blade was too limited. Resurrection Armor suited him better.

His mind was entirely focused on equipment when Flender's gaze beside him suddenly sharpened and dropped toward the stream below.

Amid the rocks on the riverbank lay a massive beast basking in the sun. Its grayish-white rocky armor nearly blended into the surrounding stones.

Flender immediately folded his wings and silently landed on a thick branch. He adjusted his glasses and carefully assessed the soul beast's age.

"One thousand five hundred years. Just right."

Lin Feng followed his gaze and saw nothing but rocks. He could not spot any soul beast at all, so he puzzledly tugged on Flender's sleeve.

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

"You can't see it? Then that's exactly right!"

"One Gold Soul Coin!"

Flender chuckled, raised one finger and waved it before him, then pointed at the Water Rock Shield Turtle disguised as a rock amid the stone pile.

"Look a little more carefully."

Lin Feng's mouth twitched speechlessly. He focused his gaze in the direction Flender indicated once more, his brows drawing together.

"That rock looks like... a turtle."

After examining it carefully, he finally found the Water Rock Shield Turtle perfectly hidden among the rocks.