Time Waits for No One, Let's Make Money!

As Flender carried the two of them through the air, he began calculating ways to make money, his brows knitting together into a tight knot.

Although Lin Feng's martial soul was a bottomless pit for gold, since he had taken the boy in, he couldn't truly leave him to his own devices; he had to find a way to scrape together the money to unlock his soul skills.

Lin Feng stood to the side, concentrating on the abundant soul power within his body, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips; he was now a level twelve soul master.

Oscar had only reached level eleven after absorbing a two-hundred-and-fifty-year soul ring, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It was only a hundred-year difference in age, yet the gap in soul power was surprisingly vast.

Oscar had absorbed one around the two-hundred-and-fifty-year mark and only reached level eleven; he hadn't expected a mere hundred-year difference to result in such a disparity.

The next day, Inside a simple wooden cabin at Shrek Academy, the wooden table and chairs exuded a rustic charm, and sunlight spilled onto the floor through the window lattice.

With a loud "clatter," the wooden door was pushed open with force.

Zhao Wuji strode inside, looked at Flender, who was sitting in a chair with his chin resting on one hand and his eyes unfocused, and asked in a gruff voice:

"Flender, what exactly is the situation with that little guy Lin Feng's martial soul? Is it an attack-defense type, or a support type?"

Flender snapped back to reality, rubbed his throbbing temples, gathered his scattered thoughts, and replied with a hint of helplessness.

"It's a support type."

Upon hearing it was a support type again, Zhao Wuji instantly understood why Flender looked so miserable.

Support-type soul masters were already bottomless pits for cultivation resources; the academy wasn't exactly wealthy to begin with, and with another one arriving, things were likely to get even tighter.

He raised an eyebrow, walked over, patted the wooden table, and said in a boisterous manner.

"Flender, it's just two support-type soul masters, isn't it? Can't we old guys pool our resources together? Is it really worth looking this miserable?"

Hearing this, Flender shook his head with a bitter smile and laid out the special aspects of Lin Feng's martial soul in full.

From the Blessing Gold Pouch's conversion rate of gold into coins, to the heaven-defying soul power recovery effect of the Blue Sentinel Power, and finally the twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins required to unlock the second soul skill.

Zhao Wuji had been listening half-heartedly at first, but when he heard about the Blue Buff's three percent soul power recovery per second, his eyes widened instantly, filled with shock.

When he heard that it would cost twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins to unlock the second soul skill, he gasped, his scalp tingling, and his voice suddenly rose.

"What! Twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

Flender glanced at him, and seeing his intense reaction, countered:

"What, you don't think it's worth it?"

Zhao Wuji froze, and after coming to his senses, he stroked his bare chin, pondered for a moment, and nodded heavily.

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it!"

"An ordinary thousand-year soul bone isn't even worth that much, let alone a soul skill this outrageous; even ten-thousand-year soul skills don't have effects like this."

Just as he finished speaking, Flender's eyes suddenly lit up. His previously slumped posture straightened instantly, and he even leaned forward in excitement, slapping his thigh.

"I've thought of a way!"

"We can use this little guy's soul skill to make money! His soul skill recovery speed is so absurd that if we take on outside jobs for one Gold Soul Coin each, it won't take long to save up twenty thousand."

Zhao Wuji's brows furrowed, his tone carrying clear concern.

"The method is good, but wouldn't doing this be too eye-catching?"

Although the two of them were soul saints and counted as top-tier powerhouses within the kingdom, this was, after all, just a kingdom.

Looking at the entire Heaven Dou Empire, there were countless soul masters stronger than them; if this soul skill were exposed, the trouble would be immense.

Hearing this, the movement of Flender's hand rubbing the edge of the table suddenly stopped, and his earlier excitement cooled by half.

Had he not considered this layer?

The two of them could suppress small factions, but once they were targeted by behemoths like the Upper Three Sects or Martial Soul Hall, with Shrek's meager assets, let alone protecting Lin Feng, the academy itself would likely be flattened.

The two looked at each other, both showing hesitation, and the only sound in the cabin was the wind outside the window lattice.

Just then, the wooden door was pushed open gently.

Lin Feng walked in, caught sight of Zhao Wuji in the room, paused his steps, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

"Uncle Zhao, Dean."

"You brat, coming to find me at this hour—don't tell me you're here to borrow money?"

Flender turned his head to look at him, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he deliberately put on a stern face.

"Let's get this straight: you aren't getting even half a Gold Soul Coin."

Lin Feng walked forward, leaned casually against the edge of the table, and curled his lips into a smile.

"Dean, look at what you're saying. I'm not here to borrow money today; I'm here to bring you money. Since Uncle Zhao is here too, we might as well discuss this together."

He straightened his posture slightly and said seriously:

"Dean, I intend to use my soul skill to earn some pocket money on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest."

"But as you know, I'm a pure support type with no self-preservation ability; I lack an expert who can sit in and hold the fort."

Flender was filled with astonishment upon hearing this; he hadn't expected this little guy to have thought of the same thing as him, and to have taken action so quickly.

He shook his head with a wry smile, though his tone grew heavy.

"You brat, I told you just yesterday not to be so impatient and to take things steady. You couldn't even sit still for a single night?"

"Lin Feng, have you truly thought this through? Once even a fraction of your Soul Skill is leaked, it won't just bring ordinary trouble—it will bring a death sentence!"

"Those great powers will use any means necessary to snatch you up."

The smile on Lin Feng's face vanished completely. He raised his eyes to look straight into Flender's, his gaze firm and without a hint of hesitation.

"Dean, I have weighed the pros and cons. There is risk, but it is not insurmountable."

"Besides, I am a Support-type Soul Master by nature. Relying on my own Soul Skills to find a way forward and accumulate cultivation resources is the path I am meant to walk."

He was more anxious than anyone; time waited for no one.

The optimal window for consuming Whale Rubber is from the Soul Warrior stage to the early Soul Elder stage; the younger one is, the better the effects.

Even a high-quality thousand-year Whale Rubber costs around a hundred Gold Soul Coins, and his pockets were currently empty—he couldn't even scrape together the most basic resources.

Money! He was in desperate need of a large amount of money right now!

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms over his chest, his brows knitted into a knot, and spoke with confusion.

"Why run all the way to the Star Dou Forest? Can't you do this in Suotuo City?"

Lin Feng smiled calmly, showing none of the awkwardness of a child, and clearly laid out his entire line of reasoning.

"Uncle Zhao, Suotuo City is our home base. If we show our hand there and get targeted, it will be easy to fall into a passive position where we are trapped."

"Business is about supply and demand. Most Soul Masters in Suotuo City are just fighting in the Soul Arena, so their needs are limited. But the Star Dou Forest is different..."

His eyes darkened slightly, his tone resolute.

"Entering is a brush with death, and time is life—enemies in pursuit, hunting Soul Beasts, sudden accidents; anything can happen."

"Tell me, if you could restore your Soul Power to its peak in one minute for just a few Gold Soul Coins, would you be willing to pay?"

He sighed inwardly.

The duration of the Blue Buff was still too short, and he had no idea if it could be upgraded later.

Flender and Zhao Wuji froze on the spot, their faces blank and eyes wide, staring at the six-year-old child before them.

The two could hardly believe that such a meticulous, seasoned argument—one that had even calculated the risks—had come from a little guy who had only just awakened his Martial Soul.