Forbearance

Ye Xishui merely gave a vague answer. Seeing that she did not wish to say more, Long Xiaoyao did not press further.

"But do you truly intend to take this little fellow as your student?"

Mu Feng had presumptuously called Ye Xishui "Teacher" earlier, but Ye Xishui had simply answered with an indifferent hum, which counted as accepting him.

"It will only be some cultivation methods and guidance. The Holy Spirit Cult will provide the cultivation resources."

An Ultimate Douluo could not be achieved merely by piling up resources. It required countless sessions of blood-soaked, sweat-drenched cultivation and effort, and detours along the way were inevitable.

Though she had never had any teaching experience, instructing a six-year-old child who had only just awakened his martial soul was more than easy enough.

"Take him to a room and let him rest properly. Once he wakes up, bring him to see me."

As soon as she finished speaking, two people wrapped head to toe in black cloth entered from outside, with only their noses and eyes exposed. They made almost no sound even as they walked. If not for their faintly moving eyeballs, they looked exactly like moving puppets.

With only a little effort, the two lifted Mu Feng. From the moment Ye Xishui gave the order, Mu Feng's identity had undergone a complete transformation, changing from a destitute little beggar into the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult.

His status could even be said to surpass that of the Eight Great Elders, not to mention that he was now a disciple of Ye Xishui, the Supreme Cult Leader. Thus, the two moved with utmost care, yet they still disturbed the unconscious Mu Feng.

Mu Feng lay on the bed, his thin chest rising and falling with each breath. Having suffered one upheaval after another over the past few days, he had finally found himself in such a quiet setting. The intense stabbing pain had caused his mind to shut down completely, and he fell into an unconscious coma. At least he no longer had to endure the torment of nightmares.

"For the energy of the Lake of Life to advance further, this planet itself must have undergone a drastic change. Since it has nothing to do with the power of destiny on the Auspicious Beast, then some other variable must have appeared."

A tall figure stood by the lake. Only after the voice in his mind fell silent did he speak. "Although the Auspicious Beast does not know exactly what happened, she can sense that the other party's power of destiny is stronger than her own. She also faintly feels that the two of them will meet someday."

The man in black robes bowed slightly in respect, waiting for the voice's next command. "Then let it be so. In any case, the energy of the Lake of Life has become more concentrated, which will greatly aid my recovery."

Along with the voice, that immense oppressive aura vanished as well. In the core region of the Lake of Life within the Star Dou Great Forest, there was no one besides Di Tian who could be this black-robed man.

Di Tian gazed at the lake with blazing eyes. "This means that my Lord may be able to emerge ahead of time. And for every bit sooner she awakens, the glory belonging to soul beasts will arrive that much earlier."

Di Tian's figure flashed, and the surrounding scenery became nothing but towering ancient trees. A young man who looked to be twenty-five or twenty-six had long been standing there. His long red hair burst out behind him like a mass of flames, while his lively red eyes were filled with vigilance.

"Watch over the Auspicious Beast carefully, Scarlet King."

"Yes." This red-haired young man was Di Tian's confidant, the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff ranked eighth among the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts.

"If you encounter the Child of Destiny mentioned by the Auspicious Beast, bring him here. Do not harm him under any circumstances."

Scarlet King acknowledged the order, then transformed into a streak of red light and vanished from before Di Tian.

An intense hunger rose from his shriveled stomach. Mu Feng smacked his lips twice and opened his eyes with a frown. After sitting blankly on the bed for a while, he finally recalled everything that had happened before.

His final memory stopped at Ye Xishui's finger. Recalling that bone-piercing pain, Mu Feng could not help sucking in a cold breath. "That woman is truly ruthless."

Ever since Long Xiaoyao had noticed his emotions, he had done his utmost to conceal what was in his heart. He had not expected that hiding it too well would also make others wary of him.

Mu Feng touched his forehead, trying to sense the changes in his mind, but it was as calm as still water. He could not feel anything at all. So be it. Since I'm already in a den of thieves, what difference does one more layer of control make?

Goujian endured humiliation and hardship, and three thousand Yue soldiers swallowed Wu. Why can't I, Mu Feng, bear disgrace and heavy burdens as well? When the day of reckoning comes, every evil soul master in the Holy Spirit Cult will be accounted for. Not a single one will escape.

But his most urgent task was to fill his stomach first. If he starved to death in the Holy Spirit Cult before he could even begin his grand plans, that would truly make him a laughingstock.

As Mu Feng rose from the bed, the black-clad men suddenly appeared at the door. Since he had been unconscious at the time, Mu Feng naturally did not remember that these two had carried him back to the room.

One of them said, "Holy Son, the Supreme Cult Leader instructed us to bring you to see her once you awakened."

His voice sounded like a battered bellows being pulled, leaking air as he spoke. It was excessively hoarse and painfully grating.

Mu Feng frowned. "I'm a little hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

The black-clad man walked to the table in the room and waved his right hand. A flash of light gleamed from the black iron ring set with a crystal on his index finger, and several dishes that looked fairly appetizing appeared on the table.

As Mu Feng wolfed down the food, he studied the ring on the man's finger. This should be a storage soul tool. I have to admit, some things on the Douluo Continent really are quite strange.

He did not idle even while eating. After all, without being a little more cautious, it would be hard enough to survive in the Holy Spirit Cult, let alone on the Douluo Continent.

He secretly analyzed Ye Xishui's intentions. Why exactly did Ye Xishui summon me? Is it related to cultivation, or Shrek Academy?

Mu Feng still remembered how, in the main hall, Ye Xishui had decided his future with only a few words. He was destined to go to Shrek Academy as a little spy, but Ye Xishui's decision was an unexpected delight to him.

Though he would pose as a student in the role of a spy, what did that matter? Since only a small number of people knew about it, he would be no different from an ordinary student enrolling at the academy.

Rather than being trapped in the Holy Spirit Cult, going to Shrek Academy would allow him to make use of his advantage as a prophet and better seize hold of future developments.

Otherwise, by the time he painstakingly cultivated to Soul Emperor or Soul Sage in the Holy Spirit Cult, that kid outside who had cheats enabled would probably be close to becoming a god.

Before that, what matters more is making full use of the Holy Spirit Cult's resources to help my cultivation.

After eating and drinking his fill, Mu Feng slapped the table and followed the two men back to the Blood Soul Hall. Long Xiaoyao was still guarding the entrance.

Mu Feng's gaze passed through the two black-clad men and landed on Long Xiaoyao. Long Xiaoyao naturally noticed Mu Feng's arrival, and their eyes met.

Mu Feng spoke first. "Elder Long."

Long Xiaoyao nodded lightly. "Go on."

Mu Feng nodded. Their brief time together could hardly be called a friendship, and it went no further than simple greetings. Still, taking the initiative to greet him might leave a good impression. If he encountered any difficulties in cultivation in the future, he could seek his advice.

Ye Xishui sat in the center of the formation. Mu Feng stepped out from behind the two men and said respectfully, "Teacher."