Rich Woman Qian Renxue, Cloak of the Witch!

Qian Renxue's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise after hearing his account.

She had not expected that Lin Feng had endured so many life-or-death crises in just a single day, nor that he had managed to uncover the identities of those two Soul Saints from the Soul Recovery Pavilion.

Yet, new questions followed, and she looked at Lin Feng to press him further.

"Dean? Which academy have you joined now?"

"And what are these Dragon Soldiers you mentioned?"

Lin Feng did not hide anything, recounting the entire sequence of events from when Flender helped him awaken his martial soul and discovered his Innate Full Soul Power as a support-type, to his eventual invitation to join Shrek Academy.

"As for the Dragon Soldiers, they are a branch ability of my first soul skill, capable of summoning six dragon-type soul beasts for me to command."

"It's just that I used them to escape earlier, and the soul skill is currently in a 12-hour cooldown period. Once it's ready, I'll demonstrate it for you, Teacher."

Qian Renxue's gilded phoenix eyes widened suddenly, as if she had heard something that completely overturned her understanding, her indifferent voice betraying a trace of shock.

"You mean to say your first soul skill has not just one, but three distinct branches? And you can summon soul beasts? Of the dragon variety, no less?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

Which soul master on the entire continent didn't have one soul skill corresponding to one soul ring? Even the most top-tier martial souls could at most derive two complementary skills from a single ring.

Yet, Lin Feng's hundred-year first soul ring had been forcibly split into three completely different soul skills, one of which was even a summoning-type ability capable of calling forth dragon soul beasts!

This wasn't just some ordinary genius; he was a heaven-defying prodigy, one in a million. The Blood Wolf Mercenary Group had been right—he wasn't just a treasure; he was a priceless gem, rare and impossible to seek out.

"Teacher, my martial soul is a bit special."

Lin Feng smiled, the Blessing Gold Pouch hovering in his palm.

"I named it the Blessing Gold Pouch, but it has a nickname: the Gold-Swallowing Beast."

"These soul skills didn't come for free; they were painstakingly bought with money I earned bit by bit. I've spent nearly a hundred thousand gold coins on them so far."

He scratched his head, deliberately putting on a troubled expression as he looked at Qian Renxue.

"So, Teacher, perhaps you should reconsider whether you really want to take me as your disciple?"

"My martial soul is very expensive to maintain. I'm afraid you... might not be able to afford it."

Qian Renxue's gaze fell upon the Blessing Gold Pouch, which shimmered with a strange golden light, her eyes filled with astonishment.

She had seen countless rare treasures and special martial souls, but she had never encountered one as miraculous as this. She instantly understood why Lin Feng had opened the Soul Recovery Pavilion.

So, all these outrageous soul skills were simply piled up using gold coins.

She regained her composure, the corners of her lips curling upward as she said indifferently:

"I may lack many things, but money is the one thing I have in abundance. If you need money in the future, just tell me. It will be more than enough."

As she spoke, a sharp, chilling murderous intent flashed through her phoenix eyes.

That reckless Blood Wolf Mercenary Group had not only dared to target her disciple but had nearly destroyed this priceless treasure.

"As for the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, I will settle this account for you once we leave."

"Money is the one thing I have in abundance!"

"If you need money in the future, just tell me. It will be more than enough."

These two sentences echoed repeatedly in Lin Feng's mind, making his blood feel as if it were boiling.

He stepped forward and grabbed Qian Renxue's soft, cool hand, his voice trembling with excitement.

"I would go through fire and water for you, Teacher!"

"I, Lin Feng, have drifted for eight years, alone and helpless. I never imagined I would meet a Saint Teacher like you today."

What is true, unadulterated wealth? This is it!

What is a blessing from the heavens? This is it!

In the shadows, Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo watched the scene below, both instantly petrified on the spot.

They had only seen Lin Feng's calm under pressure, his monstrous support talent, and a maturity far beyond his peers, assuming he was just a once-in-a-century genius.

But who could have guessed that this seemingly steady and reliable little fellow was actually a little money-grubber?

The two looked at each other, having gained a completely subversive new understanding of this future direct disciple of the Young Master.

Seeing Lin Feng clutching her hand with a hesitant look, Qian Renxue calmly pulled her hand back and spoke indifferently.

"If you have something to say, just say it. No need to beat around the bush."

Lin Feng coughed twice, leaning in with a slightly embarrassed expression to probe:

"Well... Teacher, do you happen to have any Gold Soul Coins on you right now? Could you perhaps lend me a hundred thousand or so to tide me over?"

"After all, we are still in the Star Dou Forest. With more gold coins, we have more security to save our lives."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue didn't even frown, and the gem-encrusted storage Soul Tool at her waist glowed faintly.

In the next second, A torrent of heavy Gold Soul Coins poured out like a waterfall. In the blink of an eye, they piled up into a small golden mountain in front of them, the brilliant, shimmering light dazzling to the eyes.

"I haven't counted exactly how many are here, just take them and use them for now."

Lin Feng looked at the pile of Gold Soul Coins, so bright they made his eyes ache. Relying on the keen eyesight he had honed over the past two years, he could tell at a glance that there were at least fifty thousand coins in this heap.

He couldn't help but lean in and take a deep breath, his face filled with intoxication.

"It's the scent of money, absolutely magnificent!"

Fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins, at a 10:1 exchange rate, meant a full five thousand Shop Gold Coins—enough to unlock at least two new pieces of Godly Gear.

With a flick of his mind, the Blessing Gold Pouch hovering in his palm instantly opened its mouth.

A swirling golden vortex appeared out of thin air, swallowing the Gold Soul Coins before him like a bottomless pit.

One hundred, five hundred, one thousand, three thousand...

Watching the available gold balance on the Shop panel within his consciousness soar, Lin Feng's mood rose right along with it.

He focused his gaze, scanning the dazzling array of Godly Gear in the shop, and began to calculate with meticulous care.

"Five thousand gold sounds like a lot, but it doesn't go far. At most, I can unlock two pieces of Godly Gear, so I must maximize the cost-effectiveness. Right now, survival is always the top priority."

"Omen of Misfortune? The stats are indeed suited for melee skirmishes, capable of reducing an attacker's attack speed and movement speed, but I already have Thornmail to cover my physical defense. There's no need to stack more physical defense right now."

His gaze swept over item after item, finally coming to a rest on the Cloak of the Witch, and his eyes lit up.

"Ah! Cloak of the Witch!"

"This piece of Godly Gear is excellent: +300% magic defense, +110% health, and most importantly, it grants a magic damage absorption shield equivalent to 20% of my health every 15 seconds."

"Plus, the passive [Witch] converts 15% of extra magic defense into physical defense. It's perfect for countering those Spirit Masters and Spirit Beasts that use poison or elemental attacks. The Star Dou Forest is full of those sneaky things. You're the first choice—Cloak of the Witch!"

Looking at the glaring price tag of 2020 gold beneath the equipment, Lin Feng gritted his teeth.

"I'm a man with a benefactor now, aren't I? What's a mere two thousand gold? Bought."

"Ding—"

A crisp, pleasant chime rang out in his consciousness. Watching the gold balance on the panel instantly shrink, Lin Feng's heart still gave a slight, painful twitch, though that sting of regret vanished in an instant.

Anyway, this money wasn't earned through his own hard labor, so spending it didn't hurt all that much.

With both physical and magic defenses covered, Lin Feng subconsciously touched his arm, which had only just recovered. He hadn't forgotten the bone-cracking pain from the punch the Ghost-Faced Beast Monkey had dealt him earlier.