Tyrant's Arrival!

Lin Feng sifted through the defensive gear for a long while before his gaze shifted toward the Tyrant Buff at the very top, his heart stirring faintly.

"The Tyrant Buff can be called an absolute god-tier buff for the early game."

"When basic attacks and soul skills hit an enemy, they trigger a chain lightning effect. It's essentially carrying a built-in electric blade, sparking and flashing all the way. Whether it's for clearing mobs or supplementing damage, it's top-tier—truly a favorite for any primary damage dealer."

"The only drawback is that it's ridiculously expensive. A full ten thousand gold coins; buying it would instantly return me to the days before liberation, turning me back into a pauper."

Lin Feng irritably grabbed the water glass on the table and gulped down a large mouthful of cold water to calm his nerves, forcing himself to settle down and weigh the pros and cons.

"If I bought defensive Godly Gear, ten thousand gold coins could secure at least three pieces. But with my current permissions, I can only attach two pieces of Godly Gear to a teammate at once anyway, so any more would be useless."

"But a buff is different. Buffs don't have an attachment limit. Plus, this Tyrant Buff is essentially a nerfed electric blade. Whether for my own self-preservation or to boost Teacher, Uncle Zhao, and the others, it's far more cost-effective than defensive gear..."

An hour later, He finally gritted his teeth and purchased the Tyrant Buff.

"Ding!"

The ten thousand gold coins just acquired in the Mall were instantly wiped clean. The [Tyrant Buff] suddenly lit up, gilded patterns spreading across it until it was fully unlocked.

Lin Feng carefully scanned the detailed description of the buff.

"Arrival of the Monarch! That's a domineering name!"

"When basic attacks and soul skills hit a target, they trigger a lightning chain spell damage, dealing 10% + 10% × Soul Master level damage to Soul Masters. For non-Soul Master targets, it deals 30% + 30% × Soul Master level damage, and it can bounce to multiple targets simultaneously! 3-second cooldown."

He gasped.

"Hiss! This Arrival of the Monarch effect is practically a dimensional strike against soul beasts! It's worthy of the name Tyrant; with this damage stacking, even soul beasts would have to call it daddy."

Scanning further down to the cooldown rules, it was exactly as he had anticipated.

"Fifteen minutes of duration per use, twelve-hour cooldown. It's identical to the Wrath of the Dominator."

"This hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins was money well spent!"

But before he could finish his excitement, a line of small, gray text at the very bottom of the details page hit him like a basin of ice water, chilling him to the bone.

[Primal Bond: If Arrival of the Monarch and Wrath of the Dominator are used simultaneously, the cooldown for both is doubled.]

Lin Feng stared at the text, expressionless, and gave the Small Money Bag floating above his palm the middle finger.

"You really are something. I knew it would be like this. I didn't get to take advantage back then, and you won't let me take even the slightest advantage now."

He couldn't be bothered to get angry at this stingy Martial Soul, so he shifted his gaze and suddenly noticed two massive, dark purple figures looming above the Tyrant Buff.

"Roar!"

A violent dragon roar exploded in his mind, causing his sea of consciousness to tremble slightly.

The figure of the Shadow Tyrant slowly emerged.

It was ninety percent similar to a regular Tyrant, but what caught the eye most was the extremely pure aura of darkness surging around it. Its qilin-like dragon body was wreathed in gloomy black mist, and its dragon scales shimmered with a cold, dark purple light.

He looked at the Shadow Overlord next to it.

Its massive body was also wrapped in a dense aura of darkness, its thick dragon scales glowing with a unique dark purple luster. The terrifying dragon might it exuded was a hundred times stronger than that of a regular Overlord.

Lin Feng was instantly tempted. His eyes locked onto the price listed below, but at a single glance, he flew into a rage and cursed out loud.

"What the hell? One... one hundred thousand? One hundred thousand Mall Gold Coins!"

"That means in Gold Soul Coins, that's a full one million! You broken Martial Soul, why don't you just go rob someone? One million Gold Soul Coins—I ask you, are you planning to let the Shadow Tyrant out for me to ride for a day?"

What was the concept of one million Gold Soul Coins?

A regular Soul Master's monthly subsidy was only 1 Gold Soul Coin, and a Soul Grand Master only got 10. One million Gold Soul Coins was enough to pay the monthly subsidies for one hundred thousand Soul Grand Masters.

Even in a major city like Suotuo City, one million Gold Soul Coins would be enough to buy several commercial streets, or even build an entirely new small town from scratch.

This broken Martial Soul really knew how to open its mouth wide!

Lin Feng collapsed onto the bed, feeling helpless. His heart was a mess, and tossing and turning, only two words remained in his mind.

"Make money."

"I can't rely entirely on my cheap teacher. One or two million Gold Soul Coins she might be able to scrape together, but if the amount is too large, it will be very difficult for her to produce."

Qian Renxue wasn't as rich as he had imagined. She was too arrogant, holding the justice of the Angel in her heart; she would never earn that kind of dirty, unjust money.

Moreover, the position of Pope in the Martial Soul Hall was currently held by Bibi Dong, who was secretly building up soul master legions. Trying to get money from that power-obsessed madwoman was a pipe dream.

Millions were out of the question; if she could scrape together one or two million Gold Soul Coins for him in a year, that would already be considered quite good.

A month later, Early morning.

"Teacher, come down for breakfast."

Lin Feng placed the freshly cooked porridge and side dishes on the table and called out toward the second floor, but there was no response.

Half an hour passed.

The breakfast on the table gradually grew cold. He walked up to the second floor and gently pushed the bedroom door; it wasn't locked and swung open at his touch.

Lin Feng walked into the room and looked at the quilt on the bed, folded into a perfect square. The items in the room were exactly as they had been when she first moved in—neat, tidy, and spotless.

Only a faint, crisp, lingering fragrance remained in the air, the only proof that someone had once stayed here.

"Gone, then?"

He walked to the desk, picked up the letter weighted down upon it, and unfolded it to read.

The majority of the letter consisted of detailed guidance she had written out, stroke by stroke, addressing the flaws in his swordsmanship; at the end, she had even noted that if there was anything he did not understand, he could write to her at any time.

Yet, the very last line of the letter was but a short sentence.

"Apologies, matters were urgent, and I could not bid you farewell in person. When I come to see you next, I shall bring you more Gold Soul Coins. Do not fret."

Lin Feng tucked the letter away, walked to the small balcony where she often lay to watch the sunset, and gazed at the distant horizon, shaking his head with a smile.

"Leaving without even a word—you've made me waste my breakfast. If you don't bring back plenty of Gold Soul Coins, I won't be cooking anything delicious for you next time."

He did not touch a single item in the room, then gently pulled the door shut, locked it, and left.

One hundred meters in the air, Qian Renxue hovered, her phoenix eyes watching quietly as Lin Feng turned and walked away, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She cast a lingering glance at the small, cozy wooden cabin, so full of the warmth of life, as the memories of the past month uncontrollably flooded her mind.

"I will certainly bid you farewell next time."

The next second, All the gentleness vanished from her exquisite face, replaced once more by that cold, distant aloofness that kept others at bay. She turned, unfurled her gilded wings, and transformed into a streak of golden light, speeding off in the direction of Heaven Dou City.

For this past month, she had been using the identity of the Heaven Dou Empire's Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe, under the guise of an inspection tour to Suotuo City. She could not remain away from the imperial capital for too long; if she delayed any further, Emperor Xue Ye would inevitably grow suspicious.

In the Dean's office, Ma Hongjun's chubby face was flushed bright red, his clothes soaked through with sweat, as he shouted at Flender with a voice on the verge of tears:

"Dean, I feel so terrible... it feels like my whole body is being burned by fire!"

He clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably as he desperately tried to suppress the Evil Fire surging within him.

Lin Feng, having just finished his training, pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Ma Hongjun's abnormal state, his brows furrowed instantly, and he looked toward Flender in confusion.

"Dean, what is wrong with Ma Hongjun?"

Is the Evil Fire really this violent? That can't be right! He is so young and his cultivation is so low; there is no reason for it to be this ferocious...