Furious Yu Xiaogang, Heads to Red Romance to Work

From now on, life in Nuoding City for the Grandmaster would likely be quite difficult.

Hearing Su Yuntao's official certification, Ye Feng felt much more at ease. If Tang San could become a god despite having a "useless" martial soul, then with Brother Tao saying he had the potential to reach the Title Douluo realm, surely he would surpass a God King in the future!

However, he had already prepared himself for the second half of the invitation.

Joining Martial Soul Hall? That was a joke!

With innate rank seven soul power, going to Martial Soul City would mean a one-way ticket to the Death Training Camp; only those who survived were considered worth cultivating.

The Golden Generation had all come up that way, and there was something even more terrifying: if the attributes of his martial soul reached the ears of Bibi Dong, he would likely be killed on the spot.

Bibi Dong despised light-attribute soul masters above all else; the Angel lineage was first, and light attributes were second.

"Thank you for your high regard, Master Su."

Ye Feng bowed slightly, his face showing just the right amount of gratitude mixed with a hint of hesitation.

"However, joining Martial Soul Hall is such a major decision. Could you... could you allow me to consider it?"

"Good, good! Of course you can!"

Su Yuntao felt not a shred of dissatisfaction; instead, he admired Ye Feng's composure even more.

"Child, once you've made up your mind, you must come to Martial Soul Hall to find me! I am always here!"

Afraid that Ye Feng might run off, he hurriedly added.

"Mm, Master Su."

Ye Feng nodded obediently, then scratched his soft silver hair with a look of embarrassment. With a tone filled with anticipation and a touch of shyness, he asked in a low voice:

"Um... Master Su, could I... could I ask you for a copy of the standard meditation technique used across the continent?"

As he spoke, he looked up, his clear eyes filled with longing—the very image of an orphan who craved power but possessed nothing.

Su Yuntao's heart softened; this child was so sensible, yet so pitiful.

To have awakened such a magnificent martial soul, yet lack even the most basic meditation technique.

"Of course! This is what you deserve!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and took a brand-new parchment scroll from his workbench, handing it to Ye Feng.

"This contains the most fundamental meditation technique. Though simple, it is the foundation for all soul masters.

Cultivate diligently when you return, and if there is anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me at any time!"

"Thank you, Master Su!"

Ye Feng took the scroll with both hands and bowed deeply once more. He would have to repay Brother Tao in the future; after all, he had provided both the awakening and the official certification.

Having achieved his goal, he did not linger, turning and walking out the gates of the Martial Soul Branch Hall.

From beginning to end, he did not spare Yu Xiaogang another glance.

Inside the hall, Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, his fists clenched tightly beneath his sleeves, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

He stared fixedly at the thin, small back of the departing Ye Feng. That silhouette grew smaller in his field of vision, yet it felt like a needle, stabbing viciously into his heart.

The poisonous fire of jealousy burned wildly in his chest.

Why?

Why was it that his own martial soul, as the legitimate son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, had mutated into that undignified, useless Luo Sanpao?

And yet this commoner's martial soul mutation was so powerful, such a perfect, beneficial mutation!

Innate rank seven!

A shadow of the light attribute!

It wasn't fair! This world was too unfair!

Why did all the good fortune fall upon this damned commoner?

Yu Xiaogang's face twisted with extreme jealousy, his expression even more hideous than a vengeful ghost.

A hand patted his shoulder gently.

"Xiaogang! There is no need to lower yourself to a child's level."

Branch Hall Master Ma Xiunuo walked over, looking earnest as he offered a consolation that went against his own conscience.

"Perhaps the child wasn't entirely right, and you weren't entirely wrong. Try to look at it differently!"

Yu Xiaogang shook his arm, breaking free from Ma Xiunuo's grip.

"Hmph!"

He forced his spine to straighten, attempting to maintain the last shred of dignity befitting a "Grandmaster."

"This Grandmaster naturally would not lower himself to bicker with an ignorant commoner. I shall see just how far this little commoner can go without my guidance!"

As his voice fell, he could no longer bear to stay, and he swept his sleeves and departed, his retreating figure looking somewhat ridiculous in its haste.

Watching the direction he left in, a deacon nearby leaned toward Ma Xiunuo and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I must say, Old Ma, your ability to lie has reached such a level of perfection that you don't even blush or skip a beat anymore."

Ma Xiunuo composed his expression and sighed.

"What do you all know?"

He shook his head, looking deeply worried.

"This old man is merely concerned that the trash known as the Grandmaster will seek revenge on that child.

It is rare for a genius to appear in Nuoding City, and I do not wish to watch such a promising sprout be ruined by that waste of space."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding staff members put away their smiles and nodded in agreement.

The clown Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang, was infamous in Nuoding City and indeed the entire Soul Master world.

Over these many years, there were indeed quite a few children in the vicinity of Nuoding City who had been delayed, or even ruined, by his "trash theories."

Walking along the streets of Nuoding City, Ye Feng rubbed his stomach.

It rumbled loudly.

He looked down at his own tattered, foul-smelling clothes and couldn't help but offer a bitter smile.

Now that he had regained his senses, he naturally could not continue begging as he had before.

He needed to find a job.

Preferably one that provided room and board.

This way, he could work while learning the written language of this world, and then begin his cultivation.

He would earn money for three months, save up some funds, and then head to the Junior Soul Master Academy.

Yes, that was the plan.

Having made up his mind, Ye Feng hesitated no longer and walked straight toward the largest, most imposing restaurant in the city.

"Red Romance Hotel."

The name was quite unique.

Just as he reached the entrance, a waiter wearing a suit vest noticed him.

"Shoo, shoo! Where did this little beggar come from? This isn't a place for you, get lost!"

The waiter's face was full of disgust as he reached out to shove him.

Ye Feng sidestepped, dodging the man's hand.

"I am not here to beg; I am here to look for work."

"Look for work? You?"

The waiter looked him up and down and sneered.

"We don't hire beggars here. Get lost, get lost, don't interfere with our business!"

The argument between the two quickly attracted the attention of passersby and alerted those inside the restaurant.

A middle-aged man wearing a red suit, who appeared to be the manager, walked out.

"What is going on? Making such a racket at the entrance, what a disgrace!"

The waiter immediately put on a fawning expression and pointed at Ye Feng to complain.

"Manager Wang, this little beggar insists on barging in, I was just about to chase him away!"

The opportunity had arrived.

Ye Feng ignored the waiter and looked directly at Manager Wang, pulling the Martial Soul certificate, still warm from his body heat, from his chest with a calm and composed demeanor.

"Hello, Manager. My name is Ye Feng. I just awakened my Martial Soul today, and I would like to find a job here."

He had intended to wave his hand and dismiss the boy, but when his gaze fell upon the striking characters on the paper, he froze.

"Martial Soul: Light and Shadow (Mutated)."

"Innate Soul Power: Level Seven!"