One Soul, Two Skills, the Expensive Red Buff

Oscar immediately began frantically channeling his martial soul to produce sausages, one steaming sausage after another condensing from his palms in rapid succession.

In the blink of an eye, they were piled all over the ground; a rough count revealed at least a hundred of them, and by the end, the rate at which his soul power was being consumed couldn't even keep up with the recovery speed of the Blue Buff.

Watching this scene, the smile on Lin Feng's face faded slightly as he realized a critical issue.

Although the Blue Buff's recovery speed was fast, it was not without its flaws.

Right now, Oscar was merely a soul master who had just awakened his Innate Full Soul Power, and his foundation of soul power was inherently shallow. If this were a Title Douluo continuously unleashing ten-thousand or even hundred-thousand-year soul skills, this 3% recovery per second would ultimately be unable to hold up.

Flender stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed intently on the azure halo that had yet to dissipate from around Lin Feng, with only one thought remaining in his mind.

This soul skill was ridiculously heaven-defying; the second soul skill that required gold coins to unlock would definitely have an effect that was just as impressive!

Calculated this way, the two thousand gold coins were not a loss at all, but rather a massive profit.

He gritted his teeth, his heart aching as he fished thirty Gold Soul Coins from his Soul Tool, his hand trembling slightly as he handed them to Lin Feng.

"Take these, and let's test what the conversion ratio is."

"Thank you, Dean."

Lin Feng took the Gold Soul Coins with both hands, and as his fingertips touched the cold gold, a warm feeling flooded his heart.

Flender might look stingy, but he was always willing to spend when it mattered most; he would remember this kindness.

Lowering his head to look at the Gold Bag martial soul hovering in his palm, he narrowed his eyes and silently recited in his heart.

"From this day forward, I shall call you the Blessing Gold Pouch."

With a flick of his will, the opening of the Blessing Gold Pouch slowly unfurled, and a golden vortex swirled within, carrying a faint suction that instantly swallowed all thirty Gold Soul Coins without a single sound.

Flender watched with a trembling heart; those were thirty Gold Soul Coins, and just like that, they were gone!

He simply turned around, facing away from the two of them—out of sight, out of mind—while his heart bled.

Lin Feng immediately focused his consciousness to inspect the changes within the Blessing Gold Pouch.

Inside his sea of consciousness, only three exclusive gold coins with unique patterns and a faint golden glow lay quietly, while the rest of the space remained empty.

His pupils constricted, his face filled with disbelief.

"One... one to ten!"

Looking at the Red Buff marked at two thousand mall gold coins, wouldn't that mean it would take a full twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins to unlock it!

The astronomical figure made his scalp tingle; twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins—he feared that even if he sold Flender off, he wouldn't be able to earn that much.

"I'm sorry, Red Buff, I'm a pauper; I'm not worthy of you."

Lin Feng wailed in his heart, "As expected of that dog company, how could they ever have a conscience? They are eternal gold-sucking demons; they had already calculated this long ago."

Flender stood with his back turned for a long while, and hearing no sound from Lin Feng, a bad premonition welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He slowly turned around, his voice trembling.

"How... how much? Two times? Or four times?"

"Two times? Or four times?"

Seeing that Lin Feng still didn't speak, Flender's heart sank to the bottom, and he let out a heavy sigh, his voice tinged with a hint of despair.

"It... it couldn't be ten times, could it?"

Lin Feng raised his eyes to meet his hopeful gaze, could only nod sheepishly, and braced himself to speak.

"Congratulations, Dean, you guessed right; it is indeed ten times."

"My heavens!"

Oscar was so shocked that his mouth hung wide open, his small hands subconsciously reaching out to count his fingers as he stammered, "Doesn't... doesn't this mean it would take twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins? Big Brother, your martial soul is too much of a glutton! It's even more ruthless than a Gold-Swallowing Beast!"

Flender's vision went black, his body swayed, and he had to lean against a nearby tree trunk to steady himself.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with disbelief, "Lin Feng, you brat, tell me the truth—did you deliberately inflate the ratio to try and take a kickback?"

Twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins!

Even though he was a level 73 Soul Saint, he simply couldn't produce that amount in a short period!

Over the past decade or so, all the savings he had accumulated were basically used to cultivate students, and the daily operations of the academy were already stretched thin.

Now that he had taken in both Lin Feng and Oscar as support-type martial souls, providing them with basic cultivation resources alone was difficult enough, let alone this astronomical figure of twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins.

"Dean, you have already done too much for me; I have kept this kindness in my heart and have never forgotten it."

Lin Feng shook his head gently, his tone filled with gratitude.

"You don't need to worry about this second soul skill; the Blue Sentinel Power alone is enough for me to use at this stage. As for unlocking the other soul skill, I will find a way once I have grown stronger myself."

Hearing this, Flender's eyes were filled with relief, and the heartache and agitation on his face faded away, replaced by a sense of solemnity.

He stepped forward, his large hand landing heavily on Lin Feng's shoulder.

"Lin Feng, you child, you are clever and steady, far more perceptive than others your age."

"But your Martial Soul is bound to money from birth; if your first Spirit Ring requires such a massive sum, it will only cost more in the future."

"I, your Dean, don't expect you to be a saint. In this Spirit Master world, the strong prey on the weak; being a good person is too difficult and doesn't lead to a long life..."

"I only hope that in the end, you aren't blinded by money, lose your original intent, and end up on a crooked or evil path."

Afraid that Lin Feng might be overthinking it, Flender softened his tone and patted his shoulder encouragingly.

"The road ahead looks narrow, but it widens as you walk forward."

"When you truly reach the pinnacle of the Spirit Master world, what are a few tens of thousands of gold coins? By then, millions or tens of millions will be things you can obtain with a snap of your fingers."

"Ahem, just don't forget about me when that time comes."

"Dean, I have taken your words to heart."

Lin Feng nodded, accepting the lesson.

Only today did he see another side of Flender; though stingy and money-grubbing on a daily basis, he was genuinely good to his own people.

Oscar, standing to the side, listened obediently, his little head bobbing along as he dared not interrupt.

With a thought from Lin Feng, a ring of azure light coiled around Flender's body.

He wanted to test whether the Blue Buff's effects would be diminished on a Spirit Master several realms higher than himself.

The result was completely unexpected: the effect of the Blue Sentinel Power had not weakened in the slightest, remaining at a 3% spirit power recovery per second.

Furthermore, the spirit power consumption for releasing his spirit skill did not increase just because the target was a Spirit Saint, which he found utterly absurd.

However, in the game, buffs ignore hero levels too, so thinking about it, it seems quite normal. In this regard, it's very conscientious. I've decided to retract my two-star negative review and give Old Ma a five-star rating, letting the praise pour in...

Feeling the endless, seemingly inexhaustible spirit power within his body, Flender's eyes were filled with shock.

Spirit power is the lifeblood of a Spirit Master, and he knew all too well what this meant.

No longer dwelling on the matter of gold coins, he directly channeled his spirit power, took flight with Lin Feng and Oscar, and soared toward Shrek.

As they sped through the air like lightning, his expression darkened, and he gave a stern warning.

"Lin Feng, you must never use this spirit skill on anyone more than three major realms above you, unless it is a matter of life and death."

"You are so clever, you should understand how heaven-defying this skill is. Once exposed, it won't just bring simple recruitment, but endless trouble, or even a fatal disaster."

"Dean, I know what I'm doing."

Lin Feng nodded against the wind.

How could he not understand this principle? This was the inherent helplessness of a support-type Spirit Master; naturally lacking offensive means, once one possesses heaven-defying support abilities, they become a target for all factions.

But he was different from ordinary support types.

Hidden within his Blessing Gold Pouch was the entire equipment system of Honor of Kings—physical, magical, defensive, everything was available. For the road ahead, he had plenty of confidence.