"Creak~"
The dormitory door was slowly pushed open.
"Ermao, you're back? Did you get 'Me and Three Female Douluo' and 'My 18-Year-Old Female Soul Saint'? Both of these are sister novels to 'The Domineering Female Pontiff.' I'm sure Brother Feng will like them."
"Ermao, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Ermao?"
Little Liu turned his head and saw Lu Feng looking at him with a blank expression.
"Ah! A ghost!"
Little Liu screamed in terror, dove directly into his bed, and wrapped the quilt tightly around his head.
Lu Feng looked at Little Liu's exposed butt and kicked it directly.
"You little brat, you really know how to stir up trouble all day!"
Little Liu rubbed his butt and poked his head out. "Huh, Brother Feng! You're still alive!"
"Smack!"
Lu Feng slapped him again. "You're all so eager for me to die, aren't you!"
Little Liu rubbed his head and said with a grin, "Brother San and Sister Xiao Wu said you went to hunt a soul beast by yourself and got taken out, hehehe."
Just then, several other work-study students returned to the dormitory together.
Seeing Lu Feng sitting on the bed, Xiao Wu excitedly pointed at his nose. "Huh, Lu Feng! You're not dead yet!"
"..."
Lu Feng looked at Xiao Wu speechlessly. Big sister, if you don't know how to talk, you don't have to!
At this moment, Tang San also said with some excitement, "Lu Feng, it's great that you're okay. How was it? Was the hunt successful?"
Tang San still held some approval for this partner from the same village.
Although Lu Feng's innate soul power was a bit low, his learning ability was very strong. Whether it was martial arts techniques or soul master theories, he could always grasp them quickly.
"Mm," Lu Feng nodded, and a bright yellow soul ring slowly rose from under his feet.
"A hundred-year soul ring!" several voices of different tones sounded at the same time.
The other few work-study students were utterly shocked, with a mix of envy. In their eyes, a hundred-year first soul ring was a configuration that only the children of great powers could have.
Xiao Wu was surprised at first, but she quickly regained her composure.
Killing a hundred-year soul beast was a piece of cake for her past self.
Tang San's tone carried a hint of affirmation.
Immediately after, he carefully examined Lu Feng's soul ring and found that the richness of its yellow color was in no way inferior to his own first soul ring.
This is probably a soul ring close to 400 years old.
Thinking of this, Tang San's eyes were filled with a challenging spirit as he looked at Lu Feng.
"Lu Feng, we haven't sparred in a long time. How about a practice match?" Tang San said in a loud voice.
"A fight? Great, great! Sister Xiao Wu is going to beat you all until you can't find your teeth this time!" Before Lu Feng could reply, Xiao Wu jumped up excitedly.
Lu Feng looked at the enthusiastic Tang San and felt a stir within him as well. After obtaining his soul ring, he hadn't truly fought with anyone yet.
"Tang San, you'd better be careful then. Don't let me shatter your Dao heart!"
At the back mountain of the academy, in a small grove.
Lu Feng and Tang San stood over twenty meters apart, looking at each other. The strong wind blew the corners of their clothes, making them rustle.
Several work-study students sat in the distance, watching quietly.
"Who do you guys think is stronger, Brother Feng or Brother San?" a tall, thin student asked.
"Is there even a need to ask? It's definitely Brother San! Brother San obtained his soul ring a year ago. His soul power level is probably higher than some of the teachers by now," another chubby student said.
"What's more, Brother San's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. He has an absolute advantage fighting on a grassy hill," the chubby student added.
"Haha, Zhu Dapang, you're done for! I'm going to tell Brother Feng what you just said!" Little Liu said with schadenfreude.
"Holy crap! Little Liu, you dare to backstab me!" The chubby student's eyes darted, and he grabbed Little Liu, holding him in his arms and shaking him vigorously.
"Cough, cough, cough! Brother Fatty, let go, let go..." Little Liu was squeezed until he was out of breath and said with difficulty.
"Alright, all of you, be quiet!" Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, pointed at the fooling crowd, and commanded loudly.
As soon as her voice fell, the group immediately sat in a row like obedient babies.
At this moment, Tang San slightly raised his right hand, and a small, emerald-green blade of grass slowly rose from his palm. A yellow soul ring hovered behind him, floating up and down.
"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, level seventeen Control System Battle Soul Master, please advise!"
At the same time, within a radius of over ten meters around Tang San, the Blue Silver Grass began to grow wildly, gradually submerging his knees.
"It's here! Brother San's Blue Silver Grass!" the chubby student shouted.
Xiao Wu looked at the Blue Silver Grass around Tang San, her eyes flickering. She had fought with Tang San several times. On flat ground, if Tang San didn't use hidden weapons, as long as she got close, Tang San was sure to lose.
But if it was on grass...
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was just too difficult to deal with!
Lu Feng looked at the changes on the grass and frowned slightly. "Has Tang San's bloodline been partially awakened?"
An ordinary plant-type martial soul would not have such a 'cool' entrance effect. Even his own [Blue Silver Grass] martial soul, although of a higher quality than Tang San's, was far from achieving this effect.
It seems that Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline exists more in his body, and not just within his martial soul.
Lu Feng gathered his thoughts, raised his hands slightly, spread his ten fingers, and a set of rings appeared in his hands.
"Lu Feng, Martial Soul: Body, level sixteen Power Attack System Battle Soul Master, please advise!"
Tang San stared at Lu Feng's rings and frowned slightly.
Isn't Lu Feng's martial soul his body? What's with these rings?
And they look a bit familiar.
Forget it, I'll just ask him after the fight.
Tang San's eyes sharpened, and a faint purple light covered his eyes.
"Wait, what level did you say you were?" Tang San reined in his aura and asked uncertainly.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lu Feng's mouth, and he said casually, "Level sixteen. Is there a problem?"
"Level sixteen!!!" The work-study students were all dumbfounded, looking at Lu Feng as if he were a monster.
Tang San asked again, "Lu Feng, didn't you just obtain your soul ring? How did your soul power break through so much all at once?"
Tang San recalled his own situation. With his Mysterious Heaven Skill at a bottleneck, plus a near-limit soul ring, his soul power had only reached level thirteen.
Level sixteen!
It had only been a little over three months since Lu Feng had left. How on earth did he do it?
Tang San stared intently at the soul ring floating beside Lu Feng, pushing his Purple Demon Eye to its limit.
Could it be that the soul ring Lu Feng absorbed exceeded the 423-year limit?
Thinking of this, Tang San swallowed. A terrifying thought appeared in his mind. "Has Teacher's theory been broken?"
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!