Summoning Help, My Awesome Cheap Teacher

Heaven Dou City.

Inside the solemn palace, sandalwood incense curled through the air, the carved beams and painted pillars exuding the austere majesty of the imperial family.

"Dearest Teacher, please lend your student one or two experts. A Title Douluo would be best, though a Soul Douluo will suffice. No support-type soul masters, please. This humble student is taking the field personally. It won't be a free favor; I shall share a portion with you when the time comes."

"The higher the combat power, the higher the reward. Urgent, urgent, urgent—ten thousand times urgent."

Xue Qinghe, dressed in the formal attire of the Crown Prince, sat at his desk reading the letter that had just arrived. A faint ache throbbed at his temple, and he sighed helplessly.

"Borrowing people for revenge? He's only been gone a few days and he's already stirring up trouble. I don't even know what to say about this fellow."

How could she not see through Lin Feng's little schemes? Using revenge as an excuse to loot the Blood Wolf treasury on the side.

Yet, the moment she thought of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, the gentle smile on her face vanished, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness. She said indifferently:

"She Long, go make a trip. Help that fellow wipe out the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group."

"Remember, treat him as you would treat Me. You must watch over him closely; he must not suffer even the slightest injury. Not a single hair is to be lost."

A rough, respectful voice immediately echoed from the shadows.

"Rest assured, Young Master, this subordinate will not fail the mission!"

Two days later.

Shrek Academy.

Lin Feng had just returned home after finishing his training when he saw a sturdy middle-aged man in black-green combat gear sitting upright in his room.

The man's aura was restrained, yet it leaked a palpitating sense of oppression that made it clear at a glance he was no ordinary person.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He quickly wiped the sweat from his face and hurried over.

"Greetings, Uncle. I assume you are the top-tier expert sent by my teacher?"

He nimbly poured a cup of hot tea and asked tentatively:

"May I ask how to address you, Uncle? And your cultivation..."

"You slippery brat."

She Long looked at the overly familiar Lin Feng, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. He spoke with the arrogance unique to a Title Douluo:

"I am She Long, titled Snake Lance."

"A Title Douluo!"

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised, followed immediately by a surge of wild joy.

As expected of my beloved teacher—a single move and he sends a Title Douluo. This time, victory is certain.

He smiled even more obsequiously.

"Uncle Long, I truly trouble you to make this trip for me. Once the matter is settled, please thank my teacher on my behalf when you return."

"Rest assured, once we take down the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, fifty percent of all spoils will be your compensation. I won't let you make this trip for nothing."

Hearing this, She Long actually held the brat in higher regard.

He knows how to do things!

Having spent so many years in the soul master world, he naturally understood just how deep the pockets of a top mercenary group that had entrenched itself on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest for years truly were.

He didn't feign modesty or decline, merely grunting in a rough voice.

"Fine."

"But you brat, you stay obediently in the back. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to answer to the Young Master."

Lin Feng nodded repeatedly, then turned and dashed off toward Flender's office in a flurry.

"Uncle Long, please enjoy your tea. I'm going to find the Dean and the others. Time waits for no one; we shall depart the moment we are ready."

Three days later.

Outskirts of the Star Dou Forest.

The brightly lit Rest Town.

Deep within the dark forest, Lin Feng sat on a thick tree branch, gazing from afar at the few ostentatious, opulent manors on the edge of town.

Bright red flags were hoisted high atop the manor roofs, embroidered with the hideous totem of a blood wolf. Outside the main gate, several soul master guards in armor and swords patrolled lazily, yawning from time to time.

Beside him, She Long crossed his arms, glancing at the so-called lair of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group with utter disdain.

"Brat, you know nothing of my strength. Just stay here honestly."

"For this little wolf den, I alone could slaughter my way through in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

Lin Feng looked at the somewhat impatient She Long and said cautiously:

"Uncle Long, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit."

"It is true that you are a Title Douluo, but you cannot instantly kill a Soul Douluo who is determined to flee, let alone the several Soul Saints present. If even one of them escapes, the loss will outweigh the gain."

As he spoke, he quickly explained the defensive effects of the Thorns Armor and the Cloak of the Witch to Flender, Zhao Wuji, and She Long once more in detail.

There were also the Red Sentinel Power and Blue Sentinel Power, along with the attribute boosts from the Tyrant's arrival; he was terrified these big shots wouldn't take them seriously.

She Long had only heard the Young Master mention that this kid's support martial soul was bizarre, but he had never experienced it firsthand.

Listening to this string of exaggerated attribute bonuses, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, urging impatiently:

"Alright, alright, hurry up and apply them to this old man. I want to see if your support is really as monstrous as they say."

Lin Feng didn't waste any more breath. A palm-sized Blessing Gold Pouch suddenly appeared, the golden Small Money Bag hovering above his palm and emitting a soft halo.

One yellow and one purple soul ring rose from beneath his feet, slowly rotating around his body as his soul power surged instantly.

"Blue Sentinel Power!"

"Red Sentinel Power!"

"Tyrant's Arrival!"

"Thornmail!"

"Cloak of the Witch!"

In an instant, mysterious azure and crimson halos appeared on the four of them one after another.

Black, violent lightning patterns faintly emerged beneath their feet, and a translucent, deep-blue shield condensed around them, radiating a strange magical luster.

+300% Magic Defense

+300% Physical Defense

+180% Health

The four of them felt a surging power instantly flood their entire bodies. Attack power, defense, soul power endurance, vitality—almost every attribute was skyrocketing and doubling. An unprecedented sense of strength filled their limbs and bones.

She Long, who possessed the highest cultivation, felt it most clearly.

He was already a level 91 Power Attack System Title Douluo. Now, with this set of monstrous buffs maxed out, it was no exaggeration to say that with these boosts, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of fear even if he had to challenge a level 94 Title Douluo head-on.

Watching the shock on everyone's faces, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth couldn't help but curl up as he reminded them in a deep voice:

"The effect of Tyrant's Arrival only lasts for fifteen minutes and cannot be triggered a second time in the short term, so we must win quickly. We absolutely cannot drag this out."

She Long now truly and deeply understood the terror of this kid's martial soul.

This was no ordinary support system; it was clearly a human-shaped buffing weapon capable of turning the tide of battle!

Even the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, known as the number one support in the world, couldn't achieve such comprehensive and exaggerated attribute doubling.

If this little ancestor suffered even the slightest mishap under his watch, let alone the Young Master not sparing him, if the Great High Priest found out, he would probably split him in two with a single sword strike.

"Remember, you kid must absolutely not join the battle!"

Thinking of this, the nonchalance on his face instantly faded, replaced by an extremely grave expression. He turned his head to stare fixedly at Flender, ordering in an unquestionable tone:

"Forget it... Flender, you protect this kid well for this old man. If he loses even a single hair, I'll hack you to pieces myself."

"Uncle Long, I know my own role."

Lin Feng looked at She Long's nervous appearance and waved his hand helplessly.

"Besides, I still have the Wrath of the Dominator unused; I'm not that fragile. Stop dawdling, if we waste any more time, the buff duration will be over!"

As he spoke, his first soul ring lit up again, adding the Wrath of the Dominator to himself as he focused his mind.

A low dragon roar exploded in the sky, and a dark spatial vortex appeared, from which three Dominator Vanguards flew out.

The powerful draconic pressure spread, and the noisy chirping of insects in the surroundings instantly fell silent.