Picking Up Fragments in Douluo Continent

Lu Feng dug out a copy of "Soul Master Dream Rankings" from the pile of books, opened it to a page, pointed at a picture, and said, "Master, according to this book, there's no level restriction on soul masters absorbing soul bones."

"Suppose that boy absorbed one soul bone first—no, three soul bones. Could he possibly break through the limit of his first soul ring?" Lu Feng asked with a smile.

"Your question..." Yu Xiaogang pondered for a moment after hearing it.

Have a six-year-old child absorb a soul bone?

What kind of family could be that extravagant?!

"Your idea is far too unrealistic," Yu Xiaogang said coldly.

"Uh, Master, I said it was hypothetical." Lu Feng spread his hands indifferently.

As he spoke, Lu Feng dug another book out of the pile, "Strange Tales of Martial Souls."

"And this one, Master. It records a soul beast falling in love with a down-and-out soul master. What if a transformed soul beast sacrificed itself to a soul master..."

Smack!

Yu Xiaogang slapped the table, cutting Lu Feng off.

A powerful wave of soul power surged around him, instantly knocking the books off the table. Caught off guard, Lu Feng lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Enough!"

"Theoretical research is a sacred matter. It isn't something you can do by simply making things up!"

"The situations you mentioned simply cannot exist. Why would a soul beast sacrifice itself to a human for no reason?"

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang caught sight of "The Domineering Female Pope" beside Lu Feng and said sternly, "At such a young age, you refuse to make progress and spend all day indulging in wild fantasies!"

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang sighed.

He suddenly thought of Tang San. His own disciple was sensible and obedient; compared to Lu Feng, they were worlds apart.

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang completely gave up on the idea of taking Lu Feng as his disciple.

"Lu Feng, you're Xiaosan's friend, so I'll offer you one more piece of advice. Keep your feet on the ground and don't aim too high. Take care of yourself."

With that, Yu Xiaogang turned and walked out of the library without looking back.

"Cough, cough." Lu Feng pushed himself up and rubbed his butt.

"Damn it, why did he get so worked up? I didn't even say anything, did I?"

"Could Yu Xiaogang be some kind of research fanatic who treats those theories like his wife and can't stand anyone examining them?"

Lu Feng watched Yu Xiaogang's retreating figure and snorted. "Throwing your weight around in front of a kid like me—good for you! Still, at least I finally got rid of him."

Looking at the books scattered across the floor, Lu Feng frowned slightly. He first set the tables and chairs upright, then gathered the books one by one and neatly placed them back on the shelves.

"Huh? What's this?"

Lu Feng looked at the two light orbs before him in confusion.

Picked up White Martial Soul Luo Sanpao Fragment ×1 (1/10)

Picked up Black Attribute Light Attribute Fragment ×1 (1/10)

"Did Yu Xiaogang drop these?"

"He did use soul power just now, even though he didn't possess his martial soul..."

"That can drop fragments too?"

After collecting the fragments, Lu Feng pulled out a chair and quietly sat down.

Without a doubt, Luo Sanpao was Yu Xiaogang's martial soul. It had mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul. Unlike ordinary beast martial souls, it could not possess its user and instead had to be released outside the body.

Luo Sanpao was extremely weak, and its means of attack was farting. Yu Xiaogang had been mocked for it for most of his life.

"White quality. As expected, it was a malignant mutation!"

Lu Feng examined the white glow in his hand. He could vaguely make out the silhouette of a creature within it. Four short little legs, a chubby body—it looked like a piglet.

"What's with this light attribute?"

With a thought, Lu Feng summoned a ball of black light into his hand.

Although the orb appeared black on the outside, Lu Feng could feel a sense of affinity flowing into his palm.

The feeling was warm and comfortable.

And somewhat familiar.

Lu Feng suddenly remembered a day last winter. The sun had been bright, and a gentle breeze had blown. He had moved a small chair into the courtyard and quietly lain there basking in the sun.

"Yes, this is exactly the feeling! The light attribute!"

Lu Feng's eyes lit up as he looked at the light orb in his hand.

The light attribute represented kindness, courage, and justice. It restrained all evil things.

The light attribute usually possessed abilities such as healing, protection, and purification, while also carrying formidable offensive power.

The most representative light-attribute martial souls were the Heaven Dou imperial family's Swan martial soul, Spirit Hall's Angel martial soul, and the Star Luo imperial family's White Tiger martial soul.

"But why would Yu Xiaogang drop a light attribute? Did he deserve it?"

Lu Feng pulled "The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls" from the shelf, placed it on the chair as a cushion, and plopped down on it.

Lu Feng had no other intention. He simply looked down on Yu Xiaogang.

"In the original story, Luo Sanpao could fuse with Liu Erlong's Fire Dragon martial soul and Flander's Cat Eagle martial soul, evolving into the Golden Holy Dragon. Moreover, after Yu Xiaogang consumed the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma and broke through to Soul King, his martial soul completely evolved into the Golden Holy Dragon."

"In the second part of Douluo, Mu En and Bei Bei were Yu Xiaogang's descendants, and both possessed the Light Holy Dragon martial soul!"

Lu Feng looked at the light orb in his hand, a glimmer of realization flashing through his eyes.

"In other words, Luo Sanpao itself possessed the light attribute. Liu Erlong and Flander's martial souls merely stimulated Luo Sanpao's evolution; they didn't grant it that attribute."

"Otherwise, the Golden Holy Dragon martial soul wouldn't have been inherited. Mu En and Bei Bei couldn't possibly be the descendants of Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Flander all together, could they?"

"Genetics wouldn't allow that either!"

As he considered this, Lu Feng's eyes shone brightly. "In other words, I can fleece the light attribute right off Yu Xiaogang!"

The gloom in Lu Feng's heart was instantly swept away.

He pulled "The Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls" out from beneath his butt, wiped the cover with his hand, smoothed out the creased corners, and carefully tucked it into his clothes as though it were a treasure.

"What excuse should I use to fleece Yu Xiaogang? Maybe I should sit in on classes with Tang San?"

"I need to bring Xiao Wu along too!"

"If I can persuade Xiao Wu, I can naturally keep Tang San in line. With Tang San speaking up for me, Yu Xiaogang definitely won't refuse."

Lu Feng quickly came up with a plan. He walked to the academy gate and saw the young gatekeeper idly picking his nose.

"Lu Feng, it's you!" The young man greeted Lu Feng warmly.

"Brother Li, I forgot to buy some daily necessities. Could you run an errand for me?" Lu Feng asked with a smile.

"Hey, I thought it was something serious. Leave it to me!" The young man patted his chest and said cheerfully.

"What do you need to buy?"

"Thank you, Brother Li. I'd like to buy two thousand jin of carrots."

Life at the academy was both dull and fulfilling.

One day, just as Lu Feng left the library, he saw a skinny work-study student running toward him in a panic.

"Brother Feng, this is bad! Sister Xiao Wu is fighting Xiao Chenyu and his group!"

Everyone, Charge Together!

"What? A fight? There's something this good?"

Lu Feng's eyes immediately flashed with excitement.

After constant experimentation, Lu Feng discovered that fragments had an extremely high drop rate during battles. Martial souls, skills, cultivation methods—anything others used could potentially be picked up by him.

"Come on, Xiaoliu. Let's go lend them a hand!"

With that, Lu Feng circulated his soul power and ran swiftly toward the rear of the academy.

"Why do I suddenly feel like Brother Feng likes causing trouble even more than Sister Xiao Wu?" Xiaoliu scratched his head and followed after him.

Behind the academy, in a small forest.

Several dozen students stood divided into two camps, facing each other in a tense standoff.

All the work-study students stood behind Xiao Wu. Opposite them was a group of over twenty upper-year students.

The leader was named Xiao Chenyu, a sixth-year student and the son of the Notting City Lord.

Xiao Chenyu was arrogant and constantly caused trouble at the academy, taking pleasure in bullying work-study students. The teachers were wary of his family background and could only turn a blind eye.

Xiao Chenyu looked at the dozen or so work-study students before him and said disdainfully, "Little girl, it's not too late to regret this now. Of course, I wouldn't mind having another pet rabbit."

Xiao Wu's face turned red with anger as she snapped, "Cut the crap. Let's begin. You tell me, how do we fight?"

Boss Xiao rolled his eyes, revealing a sly expression.

"Don't worry, I won't bully you either. We'll each send out ten people. Anyone who wins can continue fighting until everyone on one side has been defeated."

Xiao Chenyu looked somewhat rash, but he had plenty of petty cleverness.

Since Xiao Wu had become the boss of the work-study students, she probably had some skill. But the work-study students were far too weak overall. As long as they dared agree, his brothers could wear them all down without even needing him to step in.

Xiao Wu was about to agree when a voice from afar interrupted her. "How bold! You actually dare hurt Xiao Wu! You have invited your own deaths!"

Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Lu Feng standing atop a large rock, glaring furiously at the upper-year students.

Whoosh! Lu Feng leaped into the air and landed steadily in front of the work-study students.

"Brother Feng!"

"Brother Feng!"

The work-study students immediately found their backbone upon seeing Lu Feng.

They still vividly remembered Lu Feng's battle with Tang San. Although Tang San had lost to Xiao Wu and Lu Feng had immediately admitted defeat afterward, they believed Lu Feng had deliberately conceded because Xiao Wu was a girl.

In the hearts of the work-study students, Lu Feng was the number one person in Dorm Seven.

"Lu Feng, you came!" Surprise gleamed in Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes as she looked at him.

Ever since Lu Feng had "temporarily stored" two thousand jin of carrots in the dormitory, his position in Xiao Wu's heart had even surpassed Tang San's by a little.

"Who are you?" Xiao Chenyu demanded as he looked at the suddenly appearing Lu Feng.

Lu Feng surveyed the upper-year camp. Most of these students were sixth-years, each one sturdy and full of energy.

"Prime leeks! If I don't fleece them now, Xiao Chenyu and his lot will graduate this year."

"Although I don't like causing trouble, even old ladies know to squeeze soft persimmons. I can't be worse than an old lady, can I?"

With that thought, Lu Feng crossed his arms and said casually, "I'm your father!"

The moment his words fell, the upper-year students exploded like a pan of hot oil.

"He actually dared insult Boss Xiao! Does he have a death wish?"

"This kid is way too arrogant!"

"Boss, forget the rules. Teach them a lesson!"

Xiao Chenyu's face turned livid as a nameless fury burned within him. Since childhood, no one had ever dared speak to him like that.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Xiao Chenyu said "good" three times in a row, clearly furious beyond measure.

"You're a work-study student too?" Xiao Chenyu suppressed his rage and spoke viciously.

The other party clearly did not care about his background, which meant he had something to rely on. Xiao Chenyu's city lord father had often warned him that some children of great clans must never be offended.

Therefore, Xiao Chenyu always chose soft targets to bully. Over the years, he had avoided causing any major trouble.

Lu Feng had no idea what Xiao Chenyu was thinking. Suddenly, he pointed behind Xiao Chenyu and shouted, "Xiaosan, move! Attack his ass!"

"What?!"

Hearing this, Xiao Chenyu and the others instinctively turned around.