Yang Feng Writes a Diary for Tang Hao

After Yang Feng's Soul Power reached level 46, he planned to enhance the Martial Souls and Soul Power of the other members of the team as well.

This would comprehensively raise the team's overall combat strength and prevent situations where the gap in combat ability between team members became too great.

Otherwise, if the team's overall combat strength could not improve, then no matter how high his own level became, he still would not be able to make up for the shortcomings of the others.

At this moment, Yang Feng planned to write a diary for Tang San's father, Tang Hao, to prevent Tang Hao from coming to beat him up later because of his son.

Yang Feng remembered that after Zhao Wuji had finished dealing with Tang San, Tang Hao had directly beaten Zhao Wuji's face into the shape of a pig's head that very night.

"Right now, I only have part of Zhao Wuji's Soul Power and Soul Power Level. If Tang Hao came at me with the old man showing up after the young one got beaten..."

"Wouldn't I be dead on the spot, ready for my funeral and a coffin?"

At this point, Yang Feng summoned his Fate Diary System and began sending Tang Hao a message: everything he had done before was to help Tang San escape Spirit Hall.

This would clear up some of the "misunderstandings" that might arise between him and Tang Hao later.

It would also avoid the worst possible outcome of Spirit Hall and Tang Hao temporarily setting aside their hatred and joining forces to deal with him.

[Verifying host identity...]

[Host identity verification successful.]

[Preparing new diary content for Tang San's father, Tang Hao...]

[Diary content: A young man from the same village named Yang Feng used certain special methods to have Tang San, who had joined Spirit Hall, expelled from it.]

[Diary content has been delivered.]

[Tang Hao is currently reviewing the contents of the diary.]

Holy Soul Village.

Tang Hao was still drinking himself into a stupor as always. In the days when Tang San was absent, his life had become even more decadent.

It seemed that the matter of his wife still had not allowed him to emerge from his inner hesitation.

"..."

"What is this? It seems to be guiding me to open it!"

"What? My Xiao San was expelled from Spirit Hall."

"Isn't that a good thing? I should go find my son."

A look as serious as this had not appeared on Tang Hao's face for a long time.

However, he began recalling the contents of the diary. "Yang Feng... that name sounds so familiar!"

"He seems to be an orphan from our village. It appears he deserves much credit for getting my son away from that cesspool of Spirit Hall. I must properly thank him when I see him in the future."

Yang Feng noticed that when the system enhanced his abilities, it had also given him several small magic bottles that could increase Soul Power.

"Hm? How had I not noticed these things before?"

"Counting the additional rewards, it gave me a total of twenty Soul Power enhancement items."

"Perfect. This batch can help the others raise the team's overall combat strength."

Yang Feng looked at the other four members of the team. At first, he intended to distribute them fairly, giving each person five bottles, for a total of twenty.

However, considering that Ning Rongrong's Soul Power generally increased faster than the others',

he adjusted Ning Rongrong's share to four potions and gave Ma Hongjun six potions.

"Ning Rongrong is the young lady of a great family. She won't make a fuss over one extra potion."

Afterward, Yang Feng brought the other four members of the team to a deserted corner of Shrek Academy.

He began asking them about their Soul Power Levels and how the potions would be distributed.

Xiao Wu walked over to Yang Feng's side, intending to stay with him.

She wanted Yang Feng to personally accompany her and witness her Soul Power increase.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also came over, disrupting Xiao Wu's plan to be alone with Yang Feng.

"Hey! You brat, just how much Soul Power have you secretly increased behind my back?"

"Exactly! Why didn't you take out something like this sooner?" Zhu Zhuqing, who usually kept strangers at arm's length, also took the initiative to come over.

Ma Hongjun looked at the others in front of him, then at the potion allocated to him.

"Brother Yang, how do we use this potion? You haven't specifically told us how to use it yet!"

Only then did Yang Feng realize that he had not told them how to use the potions.

"All right! First do this, then this, and finally this." As he spoke, he used hand gestures to demonstrate the method.

"Do you understand now?"

Yu Xiaogang happened to see Yang Feng using some other items to raise the team's Soul Power Levels while passing through the academy.

"Yang Feng, what are you doing there?!"

"Do you know how absurd it is to improve Soul Power like this instead of cultivating diligently on your own?!"

Yang Feng's actions had completely violated Yu Xiaogang's theory that Martial Souls required arduous cultivation.

In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, Yang Feng's actions entirely contradicted and clashed with his own theory.

"From now on, I, Yu Xiaogang, will no longer have a disciple like you."

Hearing the Academy's "Master" roar, the surrounding students gathered around as well.

When Flender heard Yu Xiaogang say that he was giving up on continuing to be Yang Feng's teacher, his eyes lit up.

He looked as though he had won the lottery jackpot.

"Yang Feng! Now that Xiaogangzi no longer has you as a disciple, how about becoming my disciple instead?"

"We've brought this up for a long time already."

"I won't be as stubborn and set in my ways as Xiaogangzi."

"From now on, I won't interfere with anything you do. I'll only provide you with some help. How about it?"

"Why not think it over?"

Spirit Hall dormitory.

After packing his luggage at Spirit Hall, Tang San planned to return to Holy Soul Village to see his father.

"Tang San, we'll miss you!" Oscar looked at Tang San's departure with some sadness.

Dai Mubai no longer bickered with Tang San as he had in the past. Placing a hand on Tang San's shoulder, he said:

"The road ahead is still long! There are still many opportunities in your life!"

"Don't let this setback leave you drifting through every day in a daze!"

Tang San nodded and turned to leave Spirit Hall.

Upon hearing the words "drifting through life in a daze," Tang San immediately thought of his father, Tang Hao.

He had stayed at Spirit Hall for too long. The atmosphere of Spirit Hall, along with its everyday routines, had been far too suffocating.

Tang San let go of some grudges and completely came to terms with everything.

"Forget it. It's all over. I'll just treat it as a very long dream."

"Being a Soul Master, a Titled Douluo—it's all bullshit! I'd rather go home quietly and cook for my old man."

"I wonder whether Dad has been eating on time since I left."

"Or is he still like before, drinking himself into a stupor all day, looking like a drunkard lost in a haze?"

Tang San had no way of knowing. Right now, he only wanted to return to Holy Soul Village as quickly as possible.