Dean, Congratulations on Getting Rich!

Li Mang's heart jolted with shock; he immediately reined in all probing attempts and bowed in apology.

"My apologies, Excellency. I couldn't help myself just now; I have offended you!"

Shen Lang hurriedly placed another ten Gold Soul Coins on the table and apologized in a low voice.

"Sorry, sir. We are people who walk on the edge of a blade, so we are inevitably a bit sensitive..."

"Let this be the last time."

Flender swept a cold glance at him without pursuing the matter further.

Such a scene had long been within his expectations.

In a mere dozen seconds, Li Mang's soul power had completely recovered to its peak.

He took a deep breath, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at the Soul Recovery Pavilion had changed entirely, leaving only awe.

"Old Lang, ask the brothers if they need to recover their soul power."

Soon, Shen Lang brought four Soul Ancestors into the hall.

Flender frowned and said coldly:

"Only one at a time."

Lin Feng stood behind the one-way mirror on the second floor, casting Blue Sentinel Power on the four men one by one, occasionally topping himself off with a layer of blue buff to maintain his soul power.

The azure halo lit up time and again, only to fade away just as often.

Each time, it allowed a soul master to return to their peak within half a minute.

Li Mang bowed deeply to Flender and then cupped his hands solemnly toward the second floor, laughing heartily with a face full of satisfaction.

"Many thanks! The advertisement spoke the truth; your reputation is well-deserved!"

With that, he led his team out of the Soul Recovery Pavilion with long strides.

Watching the group leave, Lin Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Is this the danger of the soul master world? A single probe, a wisp of soul power investigation—all hidden with glinting blades and shadows. If not for Flender and Zhao Wuji, two Soul Saints, holding down the fort, the consequences today would have been unimaginable.

But then he thought about it: earning over a hundred Gold Soul Coins in just a few minutes—the level of profiteering was simply terrifying.

Golden light ignited in the depths of Lin Feng's eyes.

"The twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins to unlock the red buff don't seem so far out of reach anymore."

"Make money! Keep making money!"

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

In a simple wooden hut at Shrek Academy, Lin Feng held a small medicine bottle in his hands, his little face scrunched up, his eyes full of heartache.

"This Whale Rubber is just too expensive! A thousand-year-old piece costs two hundred Gold Soul Coins; wouldn't a ten-thousand-year-level one start at over a thousand?"

"Sure enough, soul master cultivation is a money-burning endeavor from start to finish."

He no longer hesitated, pulled out the stopper, and downed the Whale Rubber, which had been melted into liquid, in one gulp.

The original records stated it should be melted into liquid, so nothing should go wrong; at worst, he'd just treat it as a stimulant...

But after a long while, his stomach remained quiet, with not the slightest reaction.

Lin Feng was instantly dumbfounded. He touched his lower abdomen, and his expression sank on the spot.

"Don't tell me... I was swindled by that unscrupulous merchant? Bullying a six-year-old child by selling me fake goods?"

He clenched his little fists in anger, grinding his teeth.

"Fine, fine, fine! I hate unscrupulous merchants the most in this life. You dare to scam me? You just wait."

Just as he stood up to go settle the score, a violent, scalding heat suddenly exploded from his dantian, sweeping through his limbs and bones!

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, his heart filled with wild joy.

It's here! The medicinal effect of the Whale Rubber has finally kicked in!

The next second, He realized something was wrong.

His skin turned bright red in an instant, and the scorching temperature burned from the inside out. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his clothes were quickly soaked through, sticking to his body.

"Hot... so hot!"

Perhaps because his body was too small, the lust-inducing fire had turned into a scorching heat, yet his mind remained clear.

Not daring to delay, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating his meditation technique, guiding the medicinal power through his meridians cycle after cycle, slowly refining the violent energy and integrating it into his muscles and bones.

An hour later, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a puff of scorching white air from his mouth as the intense heat throughout his body completely dissipated.

He clenched his fist, clearly feeling the surging power within his muscles and bones, and bent down to pick up a solid wooden stick as thick as his wrist, exerting a slight force with his palm.

"Snap!"

The wooden stick broke into two pieces in response to the sound.

Looking at the deep finger indentations on the broken wood, Lin Feng brushed the sawdust off his hands with satisfaction, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"As expected, the first time taking Whale Rubber yields the best results."

"Hey! Big Brother, you're actually here! I'm dying of thirst, water, water..."

Oscar, having just finished his training, rushed in while clutching the doorframe. His face was flushed red, and he was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through.

Seeing Lin Feng, who rarely stayed in the dormitory for more than a week, he was stunned for a moment. But he didn't have time for surprise; he lunged toward the table in two or three steps, grabbed the water jug, and gulped it down. After several large swallows, he finally let out a long breath.

Lin Feng glanced at his sweat-drenched clothes and asked casually:

"When I wasn't here, you didn't slack off with Dai Mubai, did you?"

Oscar slumped into a chair, shaking his head weakly.

"With you working so hard, Big Brother, how would I dare to slack off?"

"I don't want to be left behind by you. We agreed, we're going to see the scenery at the peak of the Spirit Master world together."

His lighthearted tone was filled with determination.

"Not bad."

Lin Feng revealed a gratified smile, took a small medicine bottle from the side, and handed it over.

"Drink it."

Oscar took the bottle, shook it, and sniffed it, his face full of curiosity.

"Big Brother, what is this?"

"Good stuff. Don't ask, just drink it."

Lin Feng's tone was indifferent.

Oscar had always trusted Lin Feng one hundred percent, so without a second thought, he tilted his head back and downed it in one go.

Before two seconds had passed, his entire body began to burn, his face turned bright red, and he tugged at the corner of Lin Feng's shirt, unable to sit still.

"Big Brother, I'm so hot, I feel terrible!"

"Don't worry, feeling terrible is exactly the point. Just endure it and it will pass; this is a treasure for tempering the body."

Lin Feng calmly reassured him, then added lightly:

"By the way, this medicine costs you four hundred Gold Soul Coins. I've put it on your tab."

Oscar froze, warmth welling up in his eyes.

This heat was even more intense than the medicinal baths provided by the Dean, and he knew how precious these things were.

"Big Brother, in the future, just use such precious things yourself. Don't waste them on m—"

"Who said I was giving it to you?"

Lin Feng interrupted him directly and turned to walk toward the door.

"I'm lending it to you. Don't forget the four hundred Gold Soul Coins you owe me. Stay here honestly and don't run around."

Since you call me Big Brother, how could I eat meat without giving you some soup? I can't let you lose at the starting line.

Oscar watched Lin Feng's retreating back, tears instantly welling up. Although he was young, he knew who truly treated him well.

"Big Brother! I will definitely work twice as hard. I will never hold you back."

Lin Feng pushed open the door to the Dean's office with a face full of smiles, rubbing his hands together as he approached, and laughed:

"Dean, wishing you great wealth!"

When Flender saw his calculating expression, his mouth twitched. Thinking about how his little treasury was about to be emptied, he sighed in heartache.

"What wealth? You brat are clearly the reincarnation of a gold-devouring beast. Seeing you only means losing money."

He pointed with a pained expression at several heavy bags of gold coins already prepared in the corner, waving his hand irritably.

"Take it, take it, and get out of here quickly."

Having spent a long time with him, Lin Feng noticed the amount was wrong at a glance, his expression darkening slightly with displeasure.

"Dean, what are you and Uncle Zhao doing? We agreed I would only take fifty percent, but this is clearly seventy percent."

A trace of gratification flashed through Flender's eyes as he glanced casually out the window and scolded with a laugh:

"Oh ho, has the sun risen from the west? I've only ever seen people complain about getting too little money; I've never seen anyone push money away."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. This adds up to exactly twenty thousand gold coins. Your second spirit skill should be unlocked now."

Seeing that Lin Feng wanted to speak again, Flender snorted and put on a stern face.

"Don't think this is a gift. I'm lending it to you, with ten percent interest."

Hearing such high interest, Lin Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What! Ten percent interest? Dean, you can't be serious, are you fleecing your own people?"