However, when Lu Feng inadvertently met the young man's gaze, he immediately reined in his playful thoughts.
As expected, an interesting child. The young man withdrew his gaze and no longer secretly released his soul power.
Lu Feng thought for a moment, then slowly uttered four words: "Paying protection fees."
"Protection fees?" Everyone was filled with confusion.
Lu Feng explained, "When I go to the market to sell my game, I need to pay a thirty percent tax to the City Lord's Mansion. If someone tries to bully the market, the City Lord's Mansion will send people to manage it."
Lu Feng spread his hands. "I hunted prey in the Spirit Hunting Forest and harvested a batch of spirit materials. It's reasonable for me to hand over a portion to the Spirit Hall as a protection fee, right?"
"Is it that simple?" Keli asked uncertainly.
"Yeah."
"..." The group was silent for a moment. Keli and the young man looked at each other and nodded in mutual understanding.
The world of a child should be this pure.
At this moment, Lu Feng continued, "Of course, there's a little idea of my own mixed in with this."
"Oh, do tell," the young man's interest was suddenly piqued.
Lu Feng cleared his throat, looked at the angel statue in the plaza through the window, and said word by word:
"Ten thousand years ago, a great deity founded the Spirit Hall."
"Her arrival was like a joyous dawn, ending the long dark night on the continent."
"That winter, I saw a little beggar walk into the Spirit Hall. No one looked down on him for being poor, and no one looked down on him for being dirty. Grandmaster Su Yuntao treated him equally and helped him awaken his martial soul."
At this point, Lu Feng secretly glanced at Su Yuntao.
This man, who was usually a bit of a simp, was now holding his head high and sitting up straight. He looked forward with a calm expression, but he couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.
Lu Feng paused for a moment and continued:
"At that moment, I was thinking, if I could become a Soul Master, could I do as well as Grandmaster Su Yuntao."
"Today, I have only done a trivial little thing."
"On the eastern shores, the southern mountains, the western wastelands, and the northern forests, there are tens of thousands of Spirit Hall people like me."
"Restoring the glory of the Seraphim is our bounden duty!"
Lu Feng was smiling when he left the Spirit Hall.
On his left wrist, there was now a bracelet-like storage soul tool.
Inside the soul tool was a letter of recommendation. With this letter, Lu Feng could directly take up a position at the Heaven Dou City Spirit Saint Hall.
Lu Feng raised his hand and carefully examined the bracelet in the sunlight.
The bracelet was entirely silver, with some gold decorations inlaid on it, looking like a pair of spread wings.
On the inside of the bracelet, two small characters were engraved: Eight Seven.
Hehe, as expected of a big shot from the Spirit Hall! First sending fragments, then sending a soul tool. It's making me a little embarrassed.
Lu Feng carefully wiped the bracelet and walked happily towards Nuoding Academy.
On the top floor of the Spirit Hall, in the VIP room.
The young man stood in front of the window, looking at Lu Feng's back, lost in thought.
"Keli, what do you think of Lu Feng?"
Unlike in the room on the second floor just now, Keli was now slightly bent over, standing respectfully behind the young man like a servant.
Keli thought for a moment. "Your Highness, I think this person is brave and resourceful, with extraordinary courage. What's even rarer is his pure heart."
"Heh," the young man chuckled lightly.
"I, on the other hand, think he's very slippery. Only two or three of his ten sentences are true."
Hearing this, Keli was puzzled. "Since Your Highness thinks so, why did you give him the token representing the Angel Clan?"
One must know that the bracelet the young man had given away was no ordinary item.
Possessing the bracelet meant that Lu Feng had received the recognition of the Angel Clan. Not only could he enter the Spirit Hunting Forest of any city, but he also had the right to command a Soul Emperor powerhouse.
He had even obtained the qualification to marry into the Angel Clan!
For hundreds of years, the number of tokens the Qian family had given out did not exceed three digits.
The young man smiled and explained, "Because I felt a sense of affinity from him, a Light Attribute like that of the Angel God. Perhaps this is the guidance of the Angel God."
After speaking, the young man turned his gaze towards Nuoding Academy.
There, there was also an owner of the Light Attribute, albeit in the form of a martial soul fusion.
It was just a pity...
"And I have a premonition that he and I will meet again," the young man continued to watch Lu Feng until his figure disappeared into a blacksmith shop.
Keli said no more, lowered his head, and counted the patterns on the floor.
Who knows what you big shots are thinking about all day?
I dare not say, and I dare not ask.
After returning to the academy, Lu Feng's life gradually settled into a rhythm.
He studied in the morning, went to the library in the afternoon, and meditated in the evening.
In addition to these, Lu Feng had one more thing to do every day: be a supervisor.
Inside the blacksmith shop.
Lu Feng drank his fruit juice while watching Tang San forge.
"Tang San, keep it up! You can already swing twenty consecutive times. With a little more effort, swinging forty or eighty times is not a dream."
"Think about your father. You can't lose face for the 'Number One Blacksmith of Holy Spirit Village'."
At this moment, Tang San stopped the hammer in his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Lu Feng, do you really think Thousand Refined Steel is that easy? What kind of weapon are you trying to forge that even Hundred Refined Steel can't meet your requirements?"
Lu Feng took a sip of his fruit juice and instantly felt refreshed.
"Little San, don't worry about it so much. I've paid for it! Don't you like to work? If you delay the schedule, I'll have the boss dock your pay!"
"Hmph, if you don't mind the heat here, then stay," Tang San snorted coldly, ignored Lu Feng, and continued to work.
In Tang San's eyes, Lu Feng was just like Xiao Wu: idle.
And he had too much money.
One had to know that the price of Thousand Refined Steel was not cheap, a full ten times higher than Hundred Refined Steel!
And in the entire blacksmith shop, only the boss and himself had the skill. Since Lu Feng liked to send money his way, how could he refuse?
The temperature in the blacksmith shop was more than ten degrees higher than outside. Before long, Lu Feng was sweating profusely.
But he didn't care at all and even moved a small stool to sit on the side.
Suddenly, several clusters of light dropped from Tang San's position:
[Picked up a yellow skill [Forging] fragment *1]
[Picked up a purple skill [Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method] fragment *1]
[Picked up a black martial soul [Clear Sky Hammer] fragment *1]
Lu Feng's eyes lit up as he looked at the fragments on the ground.
"Huh! There's an extra harvest today! I'll have the boss add a chicken leg for Tang San later."
One day, Lu Feng suddenly discovered that Tang San seemed to be deliberately distancing himself.
Although he didn't know the specific reason, Lu Feng could vaguely guess that it was probably because of something Yu Xiaogang had said to Tang San.
How could this be!
Tang San was from the same village as him and had grown up with him. He was his dearest friend and family, his brother-in-arms!
Most importantly, he hadn't fleeced him bald yet!
Thus, Lu Feng came up with a plan for a roundabout battle.
"Tang San, I'm leaving," Lu Feng patted the dust off his butt and quickly walked out of the blacksmith shop.
He didn't want to stay in this blasted place for a moment longer.
Tang San looked at Lu Feng's back, shook his head helplessly, and then began to hammer with even more effort.