Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring! Qin Feng's Rewards Explode!

The limit for a typical Soul Master's fourth soul ring is around five thousand years, yet Qin Feng had just shattered this ironclad rule by obtaining a thirty-thousand-year fourth soul ring.

This was not merely a display of powerful soul skills, but an extreme test of his physical constitution.

Had it been any other Soul Ancestor, they likely would have exploded and died the moment they attempted to absorb such a ring.

But Qin Feng felt no pressure at all.

This was because the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was circulating frantically within him.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A series of sounds like popping beans erupted from within Qin Feng's body.

His bones were restructuring and his muscles were condensing; while his previously slender frame did not become overly bulky, his lines became more fluid, radiating a sense of explosive power.

A layer of black, greasy filth slowly seeped out from the surface of his skin—the result of the marrow-cleansing and purification brought about by his Martial Soul Evolution and the cultivation of his technique.

Qin Feng looked down at his hands and clenched them tightly.

The air in his palms was pinched into a vacuum, emitting a muffled thud.

Power.

Endless, boundless power.

As he was now, he could likely kill a thousand-year soul beast with a single punch using nothing but his physical strength.

This was the tyrannical nature of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art; it is said that when cultivated to the peak, one possesses the immense strength of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants, enough to move mountains and drain seas.

Of course, what gave Qin Feng the most peace of mind was that life-saving divine skill—the Flying Thunder God.

He quickly browsed through the profound mysteries of this technique in his mind.

As long as he left a technique marker on a target, he could instantly teleport there, regardless of the distance.

This was an essential divine skill for home travel, killing and looting, or making a quick escape!

With this trick up his sleeve, let alone that cheater Tang San, even that brute Tang Hao or Bibi Dong herself would be dreaming if they thought they could catch him.

Qin Feng's lips curled upward, and a sense of unprecedented confidence surged in his heart.

Even though he was only level forty-two, he dared to assert that he was invincible among his peers.

Challenging Soul Kings or even Soul Emperors above his level would be a trivial matter.

This was the treatment a transmigrator deserved!

This was only the first diary entry; as long as he kept writing and kept shearing the wool off this Douluo Continent, wouldn't becoming a god and an ancestor be just around the corner?

"Tang San... your so-called hidden weapons and Mysterious Heaven Skill are not even fit to carry the shoes of my Chaos Green Lotus and Dragon Elephant Prajna Art."

Qin Feng was in a great mood and was just about to get up to wash off the filth on his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dormitory door was suddenly struck with great force, the impact causing dust to shower down from the doorframe.

"Qin Feng! Get your ass out here!"

A voice filled with arrogance and impatience rang out from outside the door.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, the joy in his eyes instantly receding.

He recognized this voice.

Yu Feng.

One of the core members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team, possessing the Wind Bell Bird martial soul, and a loyal lackey to the captain, Yu Tianheng.

Ever since Qin Feng entered the Heaven Dou Royal Academy as a special recruit, this group of so-called "Heaven Dou Royal elites" had never given him a pleasant look.

The reason was simple: a few days ago at the simulated training grounds, Qin Feng had accidentally bumped into Dugu Yan, and a minor misunderstanding led to some physical contact.

Although it was only a fleeting touch, and they hadn't even crossed the line, in the eyes of Yu Tianheng—who viewed Dugu Yan as his exclusive property—Qin Feng was already a dead man.

As Yu Tianheng's number one lackey, Yu Feng naturally had to vent his master's anger.

Qin Feng stood up, grabbed a robe to drape over his shoulders, walked over, and pulled the door open.

Standing outside was a young man in a blue-and-gold school uniform. He was thin with a somewhat effeminate face, and he was currently fanning the air in front of his nose with an expression of disgust.

"I wasn't cooking shit in my dorm, so what brought you here?"

Qin Feng leaned against the doorframe, his tone flat, showing not a shred of the reverence one should have for a senior student.

Yu Feng froze, clearly not expecting this usually taciturn orphan to dare speak to him like this.

His face darkened, and his eyes turned sinister.

"Qin Feng, stop with your sharp tongue."

Yu Feng looked at the layer of black filth on Qin Feng's body, and the disdain in his eyes deepened.

He was just a lowly commoner from the slums, reeking of a nauseating stench from head to toe; even after entering this Heaven Dou Royal Academy, he couldn't wash away the sour, wretched smell in his bones.

Qin Feng did not explain that these were impurities expelled during the marrow-cleansing process, simply saying coldly:

"State your business or get lost. I'm going to take a bath."

"You!"

Yu Feng was choked with anger, his finger trembling as he pointed at Qin Feng.

Had this brat taken the wrong medicine today?

Usually, whenever they saw people like them, everyone was timid and subservient, terrified of offending the powerful.

Yu Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his heart, and sneered:

"Fine, you've got guts. I'm here to notify you that the assessment for reserve members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team is about to begin. Teacher Qin sent me to fetch you."

As he said this, a glimmer of mockery flashed in Yu Feng's eyes.

"The content of this assessment is simple: as long as you can last for the duration of one incense stick under the hands of our official members, you pass."

"Of course, this is also to test exactly how much weight you, a special recruit, actually carry, so that any stray cat or dog doesn't sneak into the team and lose face for our Heaven Dou Royal Team."

Last for one incense stick?

Qin Feng remained calm in his heart.

It was clear that these people intended to settle personal scores under the guise of an assessment; it was called a sparring match, but in reality, they wanted to cripple him and drive him out of the academy.

If it were before, he might have had to go through a lot of trouble.

But now...

Qin Feng glanced at Yu Feng, his eyes looking as if he were watching an ant.

"Got it."

Qin Feng yawned and said nonchalantly, "You guys go wait at the training ground first. I'll go over once I've taken a shower and washed off this stinking sweat."

Yu Feng's eyes widened.

Let us wait for you?

Who do you think you are? A member of the Education Committee?

"Qin Feng, don't get too arrogant! This is an assessment, not a dinner party! Let us wait for you? Do you even deserve it?"

Yu Feng couldn't help but growl.

"It won't take long, just a quarter of an hour."

Qin Feng waved his hand and turned around, preparing to close the door. "If you don't even have that much patience, then the Heaven Dou Royal Team only has that much quality."

"Good! Very good!"

Yu Feng laughed out of extreme anger, staring fixedly at Qin Feng's back. "I'll let you wash! Wash yourself clean! Later on the Soul Fighting Platform, I will make you understand what the consequences are for offending someone you shouldn't have!"

"Forget about one incense stick, I won't even let you take three moves!"

After delivering his harsh words, Yu Feng turned and left.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be angered to death by this brat.

Walking down the corridor, Yu Feng was filled with doubt.

The feeling this brat gave him today was far too different.

Although the Qin Feng of the past had some talent, he felt like a slightly stronger sheep.

But just now...

Facing Qin Feng's indifferent gaze, Yu Feng actually had the illusion of being stared at by a fierce tiger, and his spine even felt a faint chill.