At the number "one hundred thousand," Qin Feng's fingers paused ever so slightly.
Seeing this, Luo Cheng was delighted and raised the offer again:
"If you win the match, the prize money will be multiplied tenfold! One million Gold Soul Coins! Plus, the Great Soul Arena will owe you a favor!"
One million!
Qin Feng's heart gave a sudden thump.
He was an orphan who had grown up eating meals at other people's tables. He had never had more than four digits' worth of Gold Soul Coins in his pocket.
What did one million Gold Soul Coins mean?
In this world, it was enough to let him live an extremely luxurious life and buy the finest cultivation resources.
How many top-grade medicinal herbs could that sum buy?
Though Qin Feng was tempted, his face remained as calm and inscrutable as ever, like that of a master above worldly concerns.
He slowly raised his head and looked Luo Cheng straight in the eye.
Then he shook his head.
The smile on Luo Cheng's face froze instantly.
"Captain Qin, this... one million Gold Soul Coins is already an astronomical sum. Is that still not enough?"
He truly hadn't expected a teenage boy to remain unmoved in the face of such a fortune.
Qin Feng leaned back slightly against his chair, a playful curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Supervisor Luo, those people from Shrek aren't easy to deal with."
"This much money isn't enough to make me risk my life for you."
As he spoke, he held up two fingers and rubbed them together lightly.
"You'll have to pay more!"
At dusk, the setting sun was red as blood.
Qin Feng left the teaching building and walked back to his dorm alone.
The usually noisy campus fell briefly silent whenever he passed.
The aristocratic students, who normally held their heads high, now looked at Qin Feng as if they were mice who'd spotted a cat, their eyes full of awe.
Passing students instinctively moved to either side of the road, clearing a wide path for him.
"Look, that's Qin Feng!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! He's the ruthless guy who sent even Yu Tianheng flying with one slap!"
"He's so cool. I heard he's the team's new captain now..."
Qin Feng heard the whispers around him, but his heart remained unmoved.
The strong were revered. That was the most naked law of the Douluo Continent.
Back at his room, Qin Feng shut the door and casually summoned the unremarkable-looking diary.
Since the Shrek Seven Devils had come knocking, how could he not write something about them? He'd be letting these walking bundles of experience down.
He picked up his pen and began to write.
The Pope Palace, bedroom.
Bibi Dong reclined on the Pope's chair, a symbol of supreme authority, her posture utterly languid.
She wasn't wearing her heavy papal robes, but a purple silk nightgown, its neckline slightly open to reveal a breathtaking expanse of snow-white skin.
Her long, straight legs rested carelessly on the armrest. Her skin was fair as snow, translucent and luminous, glowing like ivory beneath the gentle light of a Soul Guidance Lamp.
Her pale violet eyes drifted over the Diary Copy in her hands.
She had spent the whole day handling official business, yet the outrageous contents of the diary kept surfacing in her mind from time to time.
Suddenly, a faint light flickered across the diary as new words began to appear.
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she sat upright.
[Some unexpected things happened. My opponent actually turned out to be Yu Tianheng. I have no idea why.]
[But it doesn't matter. Even Yu Tianheng is no match for me.]
[That big dummy thought he could challenge me in a contest of physical strength? He was practically asking to die. I became the captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Team without a hitch.]
Seeing this, the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth lifted slightly, and a hint of surprise crossed her face.
"This boy does have some ability."
As a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Tianheng was unquestionably one of the best among his peers.
Qin Feng's victory over him—and how effortless it sounded—was enough to prove that his strength was impressive.
But the words that followed made Bibi Dong's expression stiffen.
[And it's not just Yu Tianheng. Even if Bibi Dong showed up, she still couldn't do a thing to my Flying Thunder God Technique.]
[But for now, I'll keep a low profile and build up my strength. In at most a month, I'll be able to give Bibi Dong a good thrashing.]
"How dare you!"
Bibi Dong sat bolt upright, lowering her legs from where they had been crossed.
Her bare feet touched the cold marble floor. The chill momentarily cleared her head, but her chest still heaved violently.
She was the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, an absolute powerhouse who stood at the peak of the continent—and this teenage brat actually dared to look down on her like that?
"Flying Thunder God Technique?"
Bibi Dong furrowed her brows. The term was completely unfamiliar to her.
She had spent years in the Soul Master World and had never heard of a Soul Skill or cultivation method by that name.
Could it be some kind of powerful space-type Soul Skill?
"Even I can't do anything to him?"
Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh, a glint of icy light flashing in her eyes.
Qin Feng was far too arrogant. Did he really think a few fortuitous encounters made him invincible?
But what truly angered and embarrassed her was the line that came after.
Give her a good thrashing?
What exactly did he mean by that?
Bibi Dong couldn't help recalling the outrageous scenes Qin Feng had mentioned before in his diary.
That bastard always described the things he planned to do to her in such a vile, humiliating way.
And when she remembered how confidently Qin Feng had written that he would humiliate her in front of Yu Xiaogang, a blush crept across her stunning face.
"Utterly vulgar!"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and slammed the diary down onto the desk.
Yet mixed in with her embarrassment and anger seemed to be a strange feeling she could barely detect.
This boy was actually confident he could surpass her in a month?
A month?
Even if a god descended, it would be impossible for a Soul Ancestor to gain the strength to contend with a Limit Douluo in a mere month.
"I'll see what you plan to use to thrash me in a month."
Heaven Dou City, the Crown Prince's chambers.
Qian Renxue sat at her desk, reading the secret report by the bright candlelight. The Qin Feng's Diary lay open beside her.
When she read that Qin Feng had instantly defeated Yu Tianheng and claimed the captain's position, she didn't react as emotionally as Bibi Dong had. Instead, she fell into thought.
"Even Yu Tianheng lost..."
Qian Renxue tapped her fingers lightly against the desk, making a steady, rhythmic sound.
She had been lying low in Heaven Dou for years and knew the situation at Heaven Dou Royal Academy like the back of her hand.
Yu Tianheng was young, but thanks to the domineering power of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, he had almost no rivals among those of the same rank.
If Qin Feng could defeat him, then his combat strength had already far surpassed the Soul Ancestor level.
"The Flying Thunder God Technique... even that woman can't do anything about it?"
Qian Renxue's eyes flickered.
She knew Bibi Dong's strength all too well. It was truly unfathomable.
If Qin Feng hadn't lied, then this so-called "Flying Thunder God" had to be some kind of incredibly powerful life-saving divine skill.
"I was planning to use a few tricks to keep him in line if he didn't cooperate."