Wang Dong Was Furious

Dormitory area, Room 108.

Chu Feng sat cross-legged on the bed Huo Yuhao had cleaned, eyes closed as he began digesting the system rewards he had received today.

First were the cultivation techniques: the Heavenly Derivation Scripture, the Ice Skin Jade Bone Technique, and the Mystic Ice Art.

The techniques he got as drops were most likely based on the other person's level and cultivation, though that wasn't always accurate. Of course, the higher their cultivation, the better the technique he was likely to get.

The Heavenly Derivation Scripture was a proper cultivation technique. It absorbed the vital energy of heaven and earth to accumulate Soul Power, much like the Mysterious Heaven Skill, but it was countless levels higher.

But cultivating the Heavenly Derivation Scripture didn't just train Soul Power. It could also reach the source and touch the rules.

Put simply, cultivating this technique could deepen one's understanding of Soul Skills and directly raise the grade of a Soul Ring.

Soul Rings and Soul Skills ultimately came down to the rules of this world. A Soul Ring was merely a vessel; releasing a Soul Skill was really a matter of invoking the world's rules. Things like different attributes—wind, fire, thunder, lightning, light, darkness, and so on—were actually the world's most fundamental rules.

Because this world lacked high-level cultivation techniques, the only way to invoke the rules was to rely on Soul Rings and unleash Soul Skills.

Only a handful of people with exceptional talent and insight—or those favored by fate, like Huo Gua and Tang San—could create their own Soul Skills. In essence, they were simply bypassing Soul Rings and using the rules directly.

But if you obtained a suitable cultivation technique, you could even skip Soul Rings altogether.

Take the Mystic Ice Art he had acquired. As long as he cultivated it, he would become a top-tier ice-attribute Soul Master. He could churn out all kinds of self-created ice-attribute Soul Skills with ease, without needing any damn Soul Rings.

The last technique, the Ice Skin Jade Bone Technique, was also a body-tempering art. Its grade wasn't low, but it was better suited to women. It made the skin fairer and the bearing colder... If a man cultivated it, he'd look rather girly...

Chu Feng already had a powerful body-tempering technique, so he could only set this one aside for now and give it to someone later.

The final reward was a weapon: the Dragon King War Hammer!

This was equipment dropped by Mu En, the strongest member of Shrek Academy. It was the biggest prize he'd gotten from showing off this time.

Chu Feng turned his attention inward to the system's storage space and immediately spotted the enormous hammer.

The war hammer was silver-white all over and more than a meter long. Exquisite silver dragon patterns were carved into its handle, while its head was a massive cylinder engraved with two lifelike dragon heads. Even from a distance, with space between them, Chu Feng could still feel the terrifying pressure radiating from it.

This was an ancient dragon from beyond the heavens, not one of the trashy characters in the Douluo World. Even the Golden Dragon King would have to kneel before this hammer and cry, "Great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather!"

Of course, the hammer was currently sealed.

After all, if it were in its complete form, Chu Feng wouldn't just be unable to wield it with his current strength—he'd be lucky not to get blown apart by its terrifying pressure.

And even sealed, its dragon might was unmatched. Chu Feng didn't dare take it out. If Mu En sensed the hammer's aura, he would probably appear in Chu Feng's dorm the very next moment. That would be awkward...

After tallying his gains, Chu Feng began cultivating.

Since his techniques far surpassed anything in this world, the system divided their levels from LV1 to LV9999.

His talent wasn't very good, and progress was slow with so many high-level techniques to cultivate. But the techniques were so powerful that even slow progress brought enormous gains each time he cultivated.

Take the God and Demon Body Tempering Art. A single day of cultivation could raise it by about one minor level, an effect equivalent to nearly a year of extreme training. It would be even better if he paired it with some precious pills.

If he cultivated seriously for a few months, his physical strength could reach the level of a Titled Douluo. In other words, he could tear one apart with his bare hands, without using Soul Rings or Soul Skills.

The Star Contemplation Method worked much the same way. Cultivating it could even replace sleep, continually expanding his Sea of Consciousness and strengthening his spiritual power.

Using his second Soul Skill, "Glory of the Stars," consumed a great deal of spiritual power, but it also used quite a bit of Soul Power. If he unleashed it at full strength, covering a radius of 8,888 meters, he might not be able to sustain it for long. But he could deliberately reduce its range. Covering a hundred-meter radius for an hour or two would be no problem.

Still, what he was most curious about was the Mystic Ice Art. It was entirely focused on ice attributes, and its level wasn't too far beyond the norm. He could master it in a short time and put its self-created ice-attribute Soul Skills to practical use. It offered the best bang for his buck.

The next morning.

Chu Feng welcomed his roommate.

A haughty-looking boy walked through the door of Room 108.

The boy had delicate features, fair skin, and neat, short blue-and-pink hair. His distinctive eyes were the same colors. She was Tang San's daughter, Tang Wutong.

But she was currently disguised as a boy and going by Wang Dong. She really was quite beautiful, and Chu Feng's eyes lit up when he saw her.

"Oh, the dorm's pretty clean."

The boy entered the dormitory and saw that Huo Yuhao had cleaned it spotless. He was immediately pleased.

Then his gaze shifted to Chu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Before Wang Dong could say anything, Chu Feng opened his eyes and spoke first:

"I know your name is Wang Dong. Starting today, we're roommates."

"You got here later than me, so from now on, I'm your big brother."

"There are a few rules you need to remember..."

"First, don't bring people back to the dorm without permission."

"Second, when I'm taking a bath in the dorm, you have to scrub my back."

"Third, don't snore when you sleep at night."

"Fourth, don't disturb me."

"Fifth, from now on, you're in charge of cleaning the dorm. You'll also wash my clothes and pants."

"Got all that?"

When Chu Feng finished, he stood up from the bed and looked down at Wang Dong, his attitude unbearably arrogant and domineering.

His presence utterly crushed Wang Dong's.

At his words, Wang Dong exploded like a powder keg.

"What did you say?!"

"How dare you talk to this young mi—young master like that! Are you trying to die?!"

"Do you dare say that again?!"

Wang Dong was practically ready to explode with rage! She was shouting every word!

Who did he think he was?!

Why was he stealing her lines? Fine, he could steal her lines, but why did he have to change them?

What did he mean, scrub his back? And wash his clothes and pants? Was she supposed to wash his underwear too??

And, damn it, who even was he? Had they met before?!

Having her lines stolen was bad enough, but the other guy actually dared to treat her like this. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life!

Wasn't Shrek Academy supposed to be the best academy on the continent? Shouldn't its students have good manners? How could a shameless lout like this be here? He was absolutely detestable!

Wang Dong clenched her delicate fist, looking ready to threaten him at any moment.

But Chu Feng stole her line again: "You look pretty unhappy. If you're unhappy, let's fight outside. If you lose, you'll be my underling. If I lose, I'll get out of the dorm, and from then on I'll call you big brother whenever I see you."

Wang Dong: ...Could you stop stealing my lines...

"Fine!!"

"Let's go!"

"If I don't beat the crap out of you today, I'll take your surname!"

Wang Dong's face flushed bright red. She was also the young mistress of the Clear Sky Sect, the greatest hidden sect on the continent. She had been pampered and doted on since childhood, the center of everyone's attention.

Her elders had even told her that when she was born, the heavens had sent down auspicious signs and the gods had celebrated. She had been born to stand above everyone, noble and exalted...

And now some stinking country bumpkin was insulting her. Who could put up with that?!

"Fine. Let's go outside."

Chu Feng got up first and walked out of the dormitory.

Naturally, he had no idea what Wang Dong was thinking. He had provoked her purely because he wanted to make her his maid...

Just imagine: a few years from now, he would break through Douluo Continent and storm the Divine Realm. Tang San would see his daughter pregnant and already married... Tsk... That would be thrilling...