Ye Feng looked down at him and asked.
At his words, Aolan jolted and hurriedly scrambled to his feet. He didn't even bother brushing the dust off himself before bowing to Ye Feng at a perfect ninety-degree angle, his voice loud and full of sincerity.
"I'm done fighting! I'm done! I lost! I'm completely convinced!"
He raised his head and grinned, scratching the back of it as he showed a mouthful of pearly white teeth.
"Hello, I'm Aolan! You beat me, so from now on, you're the boss of all us Work-Study Students!"
The sudden change in his attitude made even Ye Feng glance at him in surprise.
Looks like he's a straightforward guy.
"Mm, hello, everyone. I'm Ye Feng."
Ye Feng looked around at the boys, who were still in shock, and smiled.
"Don't call me boss from now on. It sounds too formal. Just call me Brother Feng."
"Sure thing, Brother Feng!"
Aolan was the first to respond, and he said it as naturally as could be.
The other boys came around too and chimed in one after another.
"Hello, Brother Feng!"
In an instant, the atmosphere in Dorm Seven shifted from tense and hostile to warm and lively.
Aolan edged up beside Ye Feng, rubbing his hands together with curiosity written all over his face.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, was that move you used just now your Soul Skill? It was so cool! Was it a Self-Created Soul Skill?"
His question piqued everyone's curiosity. They all turned to look at Ye Feng, waiting for his answer.
A Self-Created Soul Skill?
Ye Feng smiled.
What kind of Self-Created Soul Skill was that?
It was nothing more than the most basic form of energy manipulation. In theory, any Soul Master with a pure elemental Martial Soul could do it, as long as their mental strength and control were strong enough.
"No, it was just a simple attack."
Ye Feng explained nonchalantly.
"Huh?"
Aolan's mouth fell open.
"Just a simple attack? B-but isn't that Soul Power projection, something only Soul Masters can do?"
"Who told you that?"
Ye Feng countered.
That left Aolan stumped.
He seemed to remember hearing some teacher mention it in passing.
Ye Feng shook his head. He couldn't be bothered to explain the complicated theory behind it.
"As long as your Martial Soul's attribute is pure enough and your mental control is good, it isn't all that difficult."
The boys in Dorm Seven were baffled by his words, but they all caught one key point.
Not difficult.
Something that seemed almost divine to them was apparently "not all that difficult" to their new Brother Feng?
His image instantly soared!
Wang Sheng's eyes lit up. He hurried over and asked with admiration written all over his face.
"Brother Feng, w-what's your Innate Soul Power level?"
"Seven."
Ye Feng answered casually.
Seven?!
The whole dorm fell into deathly silence once again.
Innate Soul Power Level seven!
For Work-Study Students like them, most of whom had only one, two, or at most four levels, that number was practically the stuff of legends!
A once-in-a-century genius in Nuoding City!
So... it was him!
The expressions on everyone's faces as they looked at Ye Feng shifted from the awe they'd felt moments ago to outright admiration, even fervor!
"That's great!"
Wang Sheng said excitedly.
"With Brother Feng around, our hard days as Work-Study Students are finally over! Let's see who dares bully us now!"
Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, shattering his fantasy.
"I'm not going to help you fight."
As he spoke, he turned back to his bed and began methodically making it.
Everyone:
"???"
They all stood frozen in place, staring at the figure meticulously arranging his bedding, their minds struggling to catch up.
W-what was going on?
Wasn't he supposed to rally everyone and lead his brothers off to fight and make a name for themselves after becoming the boss?
Why... why was he making his bed?
Just as the atmosphere in the dorm began to turn strange, a lazy voice came from the doorway.
"Who's Ye Feng?"
Ye Feng stopped what he was doing and turned around.
"I am."
The teacher looked him up and down without any particular reaction, then pointed toward a pile of brooms in the corner outside.
"Oh, you're the new Work-Study Student. Good, come with me for a moment."
"Starting today, you'll be in charge of sweeping the garden at the academy's No. 3 teaching building on the west side."
"Yes, teacher."
Seeing how cooperative he was, the teacher was spared quite a bit of explanation. He casually added, "Remember, tomorrow's the opening ceremony. Don't be late."
Then he turned and left on his own, as though he'd only given an insignificant instruction.
The boys in Dorm Seven exchanged glances. Aolan was about to say something, but Ye Feng stopped him with a gesture.
"Let's go to the cafeteria. I'm hungry."
Ye Feng brushed the dust off himself and headed out first.
Seeing him go, the others could only swallow their questions and follow their new boss in a great throng toward the cafeteria.
Night fell, and stars dotted the sky.
snores rose and fell throughout the dorm.
Ye Feng sat cross-legged on his bed, not sleeping, but gazing up at the bright moon outside the window.
His Martial Soul was Light and Shadow, and at its core was pure light.
Could he cultivate by drawing on the starlight and moonlight filling the sky?
The essence of meditation was to use one's Martial Soul as a medium to absorb the free-floating energy in the world, then channel it back into oneself and turn it into Soul Power.
If they're both light, then in theory, starlight and moonlight should work too.
Once the thought came to him, he couldn't suppress it.
There's no harm in trying!
Ye Feng immediately closed his eyes and focused his mind, following the instructions of the Basic Meditation Method as he began to sense the energy around him.
One second at a time, time passed.
One hour...
Two hours...
Three hours later, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
He had failed.
He hadn't sensed even a trace of energy from the starlight or moonlight.
Hiss! Looks like I was letting my imagination run away with me.
If this method really worked, with so many light-attribute Soul Masters over ten thousand years on the Douluo Continent, there was no way he would be the first to discover it.
Especially the Six-Winged Angel clan, with its long-standing legacy in Spirit Hall. They couldn't have overlooked this.
Was the method wrong?
Or was his Soul Power Level too low to draw on this higher level of light energy?
Perhaps he just hadn't found the right method yet!
Ye Feng wasn't discouraged.
He had to investigate this path further.
If he succeeded, it would be no different from a natural Mimicry Cultivation Environment. It would be a qualitative leap in the speed of his growth, and he absolutely couldn't let the opportunity go to waste!
Time flew by, and the seasons changed.
In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
Nuoding Academy would be breaking for the holidays in just a few days.
On his dormitory bed, Ye Feng opened his eyes. A brilliant golden light flashed across his pupils and vanished.
He'd done it!
After a year of hard cultivation, he had finally broken through the bottleneck. His Soul Power had officially reached level ten!
However, the joy lasted only a moment before a new worry welled up in his heart.
Next, he had to go get his First Soul Ring.
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