Gui Mei Appears, Fortune of the Holy Flame Grass

Yue Guan's gaze turned abruptly sharp.

Forget it. Xiao Feng is this old man's disciple, my only successor! No matter what, I must fight for him!

He set down the documents and turned to walk toward the higher ground, heading for the Worship Hall, a place where ordinary elders had no qualifications to set foot.

Gazing at the towering Pope Mountain, known as the holy land of the spirit master world, Ye Feng stepped off the carriage and began to wander through the streets.

Tsk tsk, this Martial Soul City is truly incomparable to places like Aolin City or Silves.

Spirit masters could be seen everywhere on the streets! Ordinary people were, conversely, a rare species here.

Squads of the Martial Soul Hall Enforcement Squad, clad in standard-issue armor, marched past in perfect unison; the spirit power fluctuations radiating from them were stronger than his own, even for the weakest among them!

And this was merely a patrol in the outer city.

After taking a stroll, Ye Feng gained a much deeper understanding of the foundation of Martial Soul Hall.

Following the map provided by Yue Guan, he headed toward the marked courtyard.

After passing through three bustling yet orderly streets, he found an exceptionally luxurious small courtyard in an area that offered quiet amidst the noise.

It featured green tiles, dark eaves, vermilion lacquered doors, and two imposing stone lions at the entrance.

Ye Feng took out the key, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.

The courtyard was large, at least two hundred square meters, complete with rockeries, flowing water, and lush flowers and plants.

Tsk tsk, truly extravagant!

After walking around the yard, Ye Feng chose a sun-facing master bedroom to be his own.

Life with someone looking after you is truly comfortable!

Ye Feng lay on the soft bed and let out a satisfied sigh.

However, since I'm here, I should settle down and cultivate properly until I reach the Soul Elder realm!

Only upon reaching the Soul Elder realm and obtaining three spirit rings would he have the initial ability to protect himself on this Douluo Continent; it wouldn't be too late to go out and explore then.

Just as Ye Feng prepared to close his eyes and meditate to consolidate the spirit power he had just broken through, he felt the temperature of the entire room drop instantly!

Something is wrong!

Every hair on Ye Feng's body stood on end. His vigilance spiked to the limit, and with a kip-up, he instantly leaped off the bed.

His martial soul was released in an instant!

Beneath his feet, one yellow and one purple spirit ring flickered alternately.

He scanned every corner of the room with caution.

"I do not know which senior has graced me with their presence; why not reveal yourself?"

"Interesting."

A hoarse, chilling voice, as if it had come from the depths of the nine nether hells, rang out abruptly in the room.

On the floor not far away, a pitch-black shadow began to writhe as if it possessed life, slowly morphing into a middle-aged man clad in black armor, his entire body exuding a sinister, ghostly aura.

He was like darkness itself; merely standing there caused the light in the entire room to dim.

Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei!

The moment Ye Feng saw him, he had the answer in his heart.

He immediately retracted his martial soul, lowered his guard, and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man.

"Disciple Ye Feng pays respects to Uncle-Master Gui Mei."

"How about it, Old Ghost? Have you seen the talent of this old man's disciple now!"

At this moment, a voice filled with a hint of pride and laziness drifted in from the doorway, and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan walked in slowly.

"Greetings, Teacher!"

Ye Feng bowed once more.

"Not bad. A thousand-year second ring."

Gui Mei's emotionless eyes scanned Ye Feng up and down before he spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Unprecedented and likely never to be repeated. If this were to spread, it would be enough to be recorded in the history of the Douluo Continent."

"Uncle-Master Gui Mei is too kind."

Ye Feng responded neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"This disciple's talent is not high. If I do not strive to see the scenery from the heights, I will surely regret it for the rest of my life!"

A trace of almost imperceptible softening appeared on Gui Mei's perpetually icy face.

He tossed a black-gold card over casually.

"A gift for our first meeting."

Ye Feng caught it instinctively, and after just one glance, his heart gave a violent jolt.

One hundred thousand!

The face value of this Gold Soul Coin card was, shockingly, one hundred thousand!

This was a massive fortune, enough to drive an ordinary soul master family into a frenzy!

"Many thanks, Uncle-Master Gui Mei!"

Ye Feng suppressed the shock in his heart and tucked the card away.

Gui Mei merely gave a soft "Mn" in response, offering no further words. His figure flickered, once again transforming into a shadow that merged into the corner, as if he had never appeared at all.

"Xiao Feng, regardless of your talent, you are this master's disciple."

Yue Guan walked up to Ye Feng and patted him on the shoulder.

"Teacher believes that with your perseverance and character, you will surely have a place for yourself on this continent in the future."

As he spoke, he retrieved an exquisite jade box from his Soul Tool and tossed it toward Ye Feng.

Ye Feng caught it steadily; it felt slightly warm to the touch.

"Teacher, what is this?"

"This is called Holy Flame Grass!"

A trace of solemnity appeared on Yue Guan's face.

"Do not underestimate this herb just because it is only a hundred-year-old specimen. It is a top-tier medicinal herb meticulously cultivated by the Angel Lineage of the Martial Soul Hall at the cost of countless efforts!"

"Although it cannot consolidate your foundation or nourish your origin, it acts directly upon your martial soul to enhance its light attribute. This single stalk can increase it by about ten percent!"

As he spoke, Yue Guan could not help but sigh.

"It is a pity that there are no ten-thousand-year-level Holy Flame Grasses on the continent, so it cannot reach the grade of an immortal herb. Otherwise, this single stalk alone could have elevated your martial soul's light attribute directly to the peak, while also consolidating your foundation and completely rectifying the defect of your insufficient Innate Soul Power!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng's heart trembled.

The Angel Lineage?

Was that not the direct faction of Qian Renxue?

Although his teacher was an elder of the Martial Soul Hall, it was common knowledge that the Elder Hall, the Pope Hall, and the Worship Hall were always at odds, with constant open and secret struggles.

For his teacher to obtain this Holy Flame Grass from the hands of the Angel Lineage, he had likely suffered significant difficulties, or perhaps... traded something of immense value of his own to acquire it.

At this moment, an indescribable sense of being moved welled up in Ye Feng's heart.

"Teacher, you have already been very good to this disciple."

Ye Feng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Before I met you, Teacher, I was just a wandering orphan, never knowing where my next meal would come from. Now that I have this life, I am already very satisfied; in the past, I wouldn't have even dared to imagine such things."

"This disciple knows my talent is lacking, so I can only make up for it with conviction! As long as I keep a heart that strives to climb upward, I do not believe I will be inferior to anyone!"

"Good! Well said! You are worthy of being this master's disciple!"

Yue Guan laughed heartily, all his sacrifices turning into satisfaction at this moment.

"Today, this master shall instruct you on what true combat techniques are!"

"Very well! Then I ask for your guidance, Teacher!"

Ye Feng's fighting spirit was also ignited.

The three of them arrived at the center of the courtyard.

Gui Mei's figure emerged from the shadows once more, standing quietly to the side to observe the battle.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, released his martial soul, and the first soul skill, Radiant Body, was instantly applied!