An ordinary Soul Master's Fourth Soul Ring was capped at around five thousand years, but Qin Feng had just shattered that ironclad rule and obtained a thirty-thousand-year Fourth Soul Ring.
This wasn't just about the Soul Skill's power. It was an extreme test of physical endurance.
An ordinary Soul Ancestor would probably have exploded and died the instant he tried to absorb this Spirit Ring.
But Qin Feng felt no pressure at all.
That was because the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was circulating furiously.
Crack! Pop!
A series of explosive sounds, like beans popping in a pan, rang out from inside Qin Feng's body.
His bones were restructuring, his muscles growing denser. His once somewhat slender frame hadn't become particularly bulky, but its lines were now smoother, brimming with explosive strength.
A layer of black, greasy filth slowly seeped from the surface of his skin. It was the impurities purged from his body by his Martial Soul's evolution and his cultivation of the technique.
Qin Feng lowered his head and looked at his hands, then clenched them tight.
The air burst in his palm with a muffled boom.
Strength.
Endless strength.
With his physical strength alone, he could probably kill a thousand-year Soul Beast with one punch.
That was the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art's domineering might. It was said that, once mastered, it granted the tremendous strength of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants—enough to move mountains and fill seas.
Of course, what reassured Qin Feng most was the life-saving divine skill: the Flying Thunder God Technique.
He quickly reviewed the technique's principles in his mind.
As long as he left a mark at his target's location, he could teleport there in an instant, no matter how far away it was.
It was the perfect divine skill for traveling, killing and looting, or making a getaway!
With this in his arsenal, let alone Tang San, that cheater—even Tang Hao, that brute, or Bibi Dong herself, would have no hope of catching him.
Qin Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, and unprecedented confidence welled up inside him.
Even though he was only level forty-two, he dared to declare that he was already invincible among those at his level.
He could even take on Soul Kings and Soul Emperors above his level without a problem.
Now this was the kind of treatment a transmigrator deserved!
And this was only the first diary entry. As long as he kept writing and stripped Douluo Continent bare, becoming a god and founding an immortal legacy would be just around the corner.
"Tang San... Your so-called Hidden Weapons and Mysterious Heaven Skill aren't even fit to carry the shoes of my Chaos Green Lotus and Dragon Elephant Prajna Art."
In high spirits, Qin Feng was just about to get up and wash away the grime on his body.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone suddenly hammered hard on his dormitory door. The force was so great that dust sifted from the doorframe.
"Qin Feng! Get out here, now!"
A voice full of arrogance and impatience rang out from beyond the door.
Qin Feng furrowed his brow, and the delight in his eyes vanished at once.
He knew that voice.
Yu Feng.
One of the main members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team, with a Wind Bell Bird Martial Soul—and a loyal lackey of the captain, Yu Tianheng.
Ever since Qin Feng had entered the academy as a specially admitted student, these so-called "Heaven Dou Royal elites" had never once treated him kindly.
There was only one reason: a few days ago, at the Mimicry Training Ground, Qin Feng had accidentally run into Dugu Yan, and the two had gotten into brief physical contact because of a misunderstanding.
It had only lasted an instant. They hadn't even so much as broken through that thin veil between them. But in Yu Tianheng's eyes, who treated Dugu Yan as his own private possession, Qin Feng was already a dead man.
As Yu Tianheng's chief lackey, Yu Feng naturally had to avenge his master.
Qin Feng got up, casually grabbed an outer robe, and draped it over himself before walking over to open the door.
A young man in a blue-and-gold uniform stood outside. He was thin, with somewhat feminine features, and was currently waving a hand in front of his nose with a look of disgust.
"I haven't been cooking shit in my dorm. How'd I manage to attract you?"
Leaning against the doorframe, Qin Feng spoke calmly, showing not the slightest reverence for his senior.
Yu Feng froze, apparently not expecting the usually quiet orphan to dare speak to him that way.
Then his expression darkened, and his gaze turned venomous.
"Qin Feng, don't think your sharp tongue makes you something special."
Yu Feng looked at the layer of black grime covering Qin Feng's body, and his contempt deepened.
Just as you'd expect from a lowlife out of the slums. He reeked from head to toe. Even getting into Heaven Dou Royal Academy couldn't wash the stink out of his bones.
Qin Feng didn't bother explaining that the grime was made up of impurities purged from his body. He only said blandly,
"If you've got something to say, say it. If not, get lost. I'm going to take a bath."
"You!"
Yu Feng was so furious that even the finger pointing at Qin Feng trembled.
Had this kid taken leave of his senses today?
Usually, when they saw people like them, everyone acted timid and servile, afraid of offending the powerful.
Yu Feng took a deep breath, tamping down his anger, then sneered.
"Fine. You've got guts. I'm here to inform you that the Heaven Dou Royal Team's trial for prospective members is about to begin. Teacher Qin sent me to fetch you."
As he spoke, a mocking glint flashed in Yu Feng's eyes.
"The trial's simple. All you have to do is hold out for the time it takes an incense stick to burn against our official members, and you'll pass."
"Of course, this is to see what you're really worth, specially admitted student. We can't have just any stray cat or dog sneaking into the team and bringing shame on the Heaven Dou royals."
Hold out for the time it takes an incense stick to burn?
Qin Feng remained calm.
These people were clearly planning to use the trial to settle a personal score. They called it a spar, but really, they wanted to cripple him and drive him out of the academy.
Before, he might have had to go to some trouble.
But now...
Qin Feng glanced at Yu Feng, his gaze as if he were looking at an ant.
"Got it."
Qin Feng yawned and said nonchalantly, "Go wait for me at the training field. I'll take a bath, wash off this stink, and then I'll be there."
Yu Feng's eyes widened.
We're supposed to wait for you?
Who do you think you are, a member of the education committee?
"Qin Feng, don't get too full of yourself! This is a trial, not a dinner invitation! You want us to wait for you? You think you're worth that?"
Yu Feng couldn't help growling.
"It won't take long. Just fifteen minutes."
Qin Feng waved a hand and turned to close the door. "If you don't even have that much patience, then the Heaven Dou Royal Team's got no class at all."
"Fine! Very fine!"
Yu Feng laughed in fury, staring daggers at Qin Feng's back. "Go on, take your bath! Make sure you get nice and clean! When we get to the Soul Fighting Platform, I'll show you what happens when you offend someone you shouldn't!"
"I won't just make sure you can't last an incense stick. I'll make sure you can't even withstand three moves!"
After delivering his threat, Yu Feng turned and left.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, this kid would drive him to his grave.
As he walked down the corridor, Yu Feng was full of questions.
There was something completely different about Qin Feng today.
Before, Qin Feng had been somewhat talented, but he'd felt like a sheep that was just a little stronger than the rest.
But just now...
Facing Qin Feng's calm gaze, Yu Feng had felt as though a ferocious tiger were staring him down. Even his spine had started to turn cold.