Ji Feng Arrives at the Spectator Stands by Appointment

Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Having witnessed Ji Feng and Yu Tianheng make a wager with his own eyes.

Qin Ming felt uneasy.

Inside the room.

Qin Ming looked at Yu Tianheng before him: "Tianheng, you were far too impulsive just now."

Ji Feng's strength had already reached level 75.

Yet Yu Tianheng's current level was only 43.

To agree to a duel with him.

How could he possibly be a match!?

However.

Facing his teacher's words.

Yu Tianheng felt nothing but disdain.

Teacher Qin Ming was far too timid.

That's right, the gap between my current realm and the teacher's is growing smaller and smaller.

I believe that soon, I will be even more powerful than the teacher.

Thinking of this.

Yu Tianheng braced his hands on the sofa: "Teacher Qin Ming, you are getting old."

As he spoke.

The corners of his mouth curled upward, and he raised a finger.

His expression was relaxed and carefree.

"Tianheng? Ji Feng should have been one of our own to begin with!" Qin Ming turned around.

He truly did not know when this Yu Tianheng would ever change his temper.

Yu Tianheng stood with his hands behind his back: "No need to say more, Teacher Qin Ming, I understand what you are saying. But... rest assured, the genius in your eyes is nothing but trash in mine."

After he finished speaking.

A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Alright, Teacher Qin Ming, I will head out first."

Yu Tianheng brushed past Qin Ming.

As he passed.

He reached out and patted Qin Ming on the shoulder.

Qin Ming frowned slightly.

Yu Tianheng was his own student.

Yet he acted like an elder, patting his own shoulder.

However, due to his kind nature.

He did not say anything more.

"I only hope that in three days' time, the duel between the two will not lead to too great a conflict..."

Qin Ming muttered to himself.

He had always disliked conflict with others.

Yu Tianheng's impulsive nature.

Was something he did not wish to see.

Outside the room.

Yu Tianheng's long braided hair trailed behind him.

A confident smile hung on his lips.

Ji Feng?

You piece of trash.

How dare you challenge me to a duel?

I come from the Upper Three Sects!

How could my dignity be something you are allowed to offend?

"Ridiculous!"

Yu Tianheng sneered in his heart.

Night.

On the rooftop.

A figure stood with their back turned.

She had short hair.

A purple miniskirt.

A waist as slender as a willow.

It gave one the feeling that it could barely be spanned by a single grasp.

"Tianheng..."

"Are you back from the teacher's?"

Dugu Yan saw the figure of Yu Tianheng.

She immediately went up to greet him.

The icy expression on her face.

Dissolved in an instant.

"Mm."

"You haven't rested yet?"

Yu Tianheng wore a look of arrogance.

He looked at the woman before him who belonged to him.

Dugu Yan said: "At the academy, Junior Brother Lu said he had questions regarding spirit master cultivation and wanted to ask you..."

"What level is he?"

Yu Tianheng interrupted immediately.

He raised a hand and asked.

"Uh... this Junior Brother has good talent; he's already nearly level 30 at such a young age."

"And..."

"Yanyan!"

Who would have thought.

Before Dugu Yan could finish.

Yu Tianheng spoke up: "Level 30?"

His tone was questioning.

Then he let out a scoff: "Yanyan, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but in the future, you don't need to tell me about such weaklings."

As he spoke.

He turned his back to Dugu Yan.

Then he continued: "Also, I am very busy every day; I don't have time to deal with such trash!"

"Tianheng!"

"Tianheng!"

"Our marriage..."

Dugu Yan called out to stop Yu Tianheng.

Realizing she had said the wrong thing.

She hurriedly voiced what was on her mind.

Yu Tianheng stopped in his tracks.

His expression paused, and he said: "After the battle with Ji Feng the day after tomorrow, once I've dealt with that trash, I will personally take you back to the sect."

Having said that.

Yu Tianheng left directly.

His figure vanished into the darkness.

"Tianheng... I'll wait for you."

Watching the youth's dashing back.

Dugu Yan felt very happy in her heart.

Although she felt Tianheng's temper wasn't very good.

No matter what he did.

She would unconditionally support him.

Within Heaven Dou Imperial City.

A certain hotel.

"Lingling, get some rest early."

Ji Feng led Ye Lingling.

"Mn." Ye Lingling said softly.

Ji Feng couldn't help but speak up: "You could actually just stay with the Imperial Fighting Team; there's no need to come back."

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingling's expression turned cold.

Bang.

She slammed the door shut right in his face.

"This Ye Lingling..."

Ji Feng was rebuffed by the door hitting his face. He had been given the cold shoulder.

He rubbed his nose and returned to his own room.

The hotel room was a large suite.

After returning to the room, he checked his status.

Level: 75 War Soul Saint

"I now possess three soul skills and three Hou Yi skills."

"With the cultivation of a level 75 Soul Saint, dealing with a level 43 Soul Ancestor is simply effortless."

Ji Feng was born with the capacity for only four soul rings.

Previously, in the Star Dou Great Forest, Ji Feng had obtained his first soul ring: Man Faced Demon Spider.

His second soul ring: Three-Headed Demon-Devouring Spider.

And his third soul ring: Earth King!

"Once this matter is settled, it will be time to obtain my fourth soul ring."

His first three soul rings had not broken through the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast threshold.

Ji Feng planned to wait until he reached the realm of a Soul Douluo before seeking out a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to hunt for a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

Three days later.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

The massive plaza was incredibly crowded.

Many onlookers had gathered. Today, Heaven Dou Royal Academy was destined to be packed to the rafters.

"Teacher, you say you have met this Ji Feng?"

Xue Qinghe was dressed in men's clothing; to the naked eye, he appeared to be a wealthy young master.

Beside him, a middle-aged man in blue robes held a cane. "That is correct, Qinghe."

"I saw him last time in Suotuo City; he possesses an outstanding talent for forging."

"To receive such high praise from Teacher, it seems he must have some extraordinary qualities."

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe's eyes flashed.

Following the gaze.

On the plaza.

The Imperial Fighting Team side.

Yu Tianheng.

Dugu Yan.

Teacher Qin Ming and the others.

Had arrived early.

Xue Qinghe said, "Then, Teacher, who do you think will have the upper hand today?"

Ning Fengzhi looked up.

"When I last saw young friend Ji Feng, he was only level 40. With the two of them at similar levels, the outcome is naturally hard to predict."

Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words.

The corners of Xue Qinghe's mouth curled upward.

Regarding this lad.

He was naturally becoming more and more expectant.

"It's people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Ning Fengzhi's appearance.

Immediately sent the atmosphere at the scene soaring.

"The one beside him seems to be a high-ranking member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"I wonder what level his strength has reached."

The crowd discussed it fervently.

Feeling the gazes of the crowd.

Gu Rong curled his lips.

A bunch of juniors!

He didn't know what was so interesting about that kid.

Fengzhi actually wanted to come join in on this excitement.

Helpless.

He could only follow along.

He raised one hand and stroked his chin.

Standing there with a look of utter boredom.

Bored to death.

"He's here!"

Suddenly.

Someone in the crowd spoke up.

A young figure.

Appeared in everyone's line of sight.

And at this moment.

Yu Tianheng, who had been standing opposite waiting for a long time.

Also suddenly looked up.

His gaze was sharp.

At first glance, he recognized Ji Feng!

He stepped forward, arms crossed over his chest: "I've been waiting for you a long time. I thought you weren't coming."