Chapter 43: Sorry, I Feel a Bit Lacking

After seeing Wang Feng leave:

"About this child..."

Master looked at Wang Feng's back and remained silent for a long time.

"He's truly a stubborn kid," Master said softly.

For some reason, Master, while gazing at Wang Feng's back, felt endless emotions.

Who wasn't a stubborn child in their youth?

"Perhaps, Brother Feng might not be as we think, Teacher."

Tang San whispered, "Brother Feng has been smart since childhood. If he didn't have absolute confidence, he wouldn't have absorbed the six-thousand-year Golden Lightning Leopard's soul ring..."

Master contemplated for a moment but found it challenging to understand. Because this conflicted almost entirely with the theory he had proposed.

Although Tang San couldn't comprehend it either, he knew that Brother Feng had his secrets, just like he did.

For certain reasons, they couldn't be spoken of.

"Perhaps." Master shook his head. "But over time, it should become clear. If he's really fine, this Brother Feng of yours is indeed an extraordinary genius beyond imagination! Anyway, your graduation is still far away..."

Tang San nodded.

"However, if this child is genuinely fine, went to the Soul Hall for appraisal but wasn't taken away by them, he might be deliberately testing the Soul Hall. I don't know how he did it... a young age, yet such extraordinary intellect."

Master, very clever, seemed to have thought of something and sighed slightly.

Tang San remained silent. The two of them watched as Wang Feng gradually disappeared into the darkness, each with their own feelings.

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The next day.

Wang Feng did not reveal the details of his Soul Hall appraisal.

He attended several classes in the morning, refreshing his knowledge and settings about the Douluo Continent that had become somewhat blurred in his mind. By noon, Wang Feng didn't stay at the academy.

Instead, he went to the Spirit Hunting Forest.

Of course, this time going to the Spirit Hunting Forest, Wang Feng naturally wasn't there for soul rings.

He was there for hunting soul beasts.

And he wasn't alone.

"I have Meteor Tears. Even without meditation, I can absorb the energy of heaven and earth as soul power, but the speed is too slow."

Wang Feng pondered on his way.

After compressing and refining his soul power, his cultivation speed had greatly slowed down.

From last night until now, he hadn't reached Level 16. Compared to the time spent meditating in the other Spirit Hunting Forest, where he compressed and refined to Level 15 in a few hours, it was too slow.

Thinking that it would be even slower for each subsequent level, Wang Feng realized that simple meditation wouldn't cut it.

At this rate, he probably wouldn't reach his goal in six years.

And six years later, if he still hadn't reached Level 30, he wouldn't even have the chance to obtain a new martial soul when he went to Shrek Academy.

"But if I use my soul power more through battles, consuming it in fights, wouldn't it speed up my cultivation significantly?"

Wang Feng contemplated.

This was actually possible. Fighting could temper a person, and by consuming soul power, it could naturally accelerate cultivation.

So, he decided to go to the Spirit Hunting Forest.

"I can earn some money. I can increase combat experience by fighting soul beasts. Killing three birds with one stone! I have plenty of time in the afternoon and evening! I won't waste any soul rings, and most importantly... I can show off."

Thinking this, Wang Feng, after having lunch, bought a robe and a mask, and headed straight to the Spirit Hunting Forest.

Even though it was already afternoon.

At the outer edge of the Spirit Hunting Forest, at this time, there were still numerous people coming and going.

This Spirit Hunting Forest covered many cities in the Fasnas Province, not just the city of Nordin.

So, the number of people was quite substantial.

Continuous cries and shouts echoed around.

"Need one more for our team! We have a Level 26 combat soul master and a Level 25 auxiliary soul master, well-equipped. Any soul beasts around 500 years or so, we can handle! Negotiable price!"

"Hunting soul beasts around 400 years old. We need a control-type soul master around Level 25. Payment: fifty silver soul coins!"

...

Listening to these voices, Wang Feng couldn't help but reminisce about the days when he played online games and formed teams to raid dungeons with friends.

These soul masters, not being nobles, having no family help, had to rely on themselves to hunt but faced many dangers. Seeking help from others was normal.

It was all quite ordinary.

After scanning around, Wang Feng's gaze suddenly stopped on three individuals in the distance.

Two men in black clothes and a woman in tight combat attire were standing quietly, holding a sign.

The sign read:

"Hunting an 800-year-old soul beast, looking for a Level 25 or so recovery-type soul master. Payment: one gold soul coin!"

Seeing this, Wang Feng's heart stirred.

A recovery-type soul master was just right for him.

These three people emitted a different aura compared to ordinary soul masters.

"I am a recovery-type soul master. Do you need my help?"

Wang Feng walked over, coughed a few times, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

At this moment, he was dressed in a black robe, wearing a mask. Even those familiar with him might not recognize him. Some things still needed to be kept hidden.

"You?"

Hearing someone speak, the three turned their eyes to Wang Feng.

"How old are you?" Among the two men, a burly one with a beard raised his eyebrows.

This kid, looking about one meter fifty, was probably eleven or twelve years old?

Came here to amuse them?

"Cough, I'm around twelve. But my martial soul has healing abilities," Wang Feng said.

"You? Twelve years old? Do you have level twenty-five? Kid, are we fools?" The other youth, holding a dagger, was trimming his nails and chuckled. "At your age, having level fourteen or fifteen is already good. Even if you have healing abilities, it's not very effective for us."

"Hurry up, go play somewhere else, don't bother us, big brother and big sister." The bearded one waved his hand at Wang Feng.

"Hey, wait, I really am only at level fifteen, but I have a huge healing capacity... Oh no, I mean, my healing ability is very strong!"

Wang Feng coughed again, "Really, how about giving it a try."

"Try a ghost... kid, don't joke with us. The three of us don't have the intention to protect a twelve-year-old child inside the Spirit Hunting Forest. If you want to make money, go to the entrance of the Spirit Hunting Forest, look for those soul masters who have just come out, and offer to restore their soul power. You should be able to earn a lot of money."

The bearded one laughed and said.

"Uncle, just give it a try? Anyway, it won't cost you anything."

Wang Feng smiled.

This method was indeed clever; there were indeed many healing-type soul masters who could make money this way. Not every soul master entering the Spirit Hunting Forest brought a healing-type soul master with them, as they were quite rare. So, by the time they came out, most had no soul power left. Waiting at the entrance to specifically restore their soul power was a good way to make money.

But Wang Feng preferred to go into the Spirit Hunting Forest to encounter more soul beasts and accumulate combat experience.

The bearded man and the youth wanted to say something more, but the woman suddenly spoke indifferently:

"Let him try. Healing-type soul masters are hard to find, and we don't need someone too powerful."

"Alright, boss, we'll follow your lead." The youth grinned.

Then the youth looked at the passersby.

"Kid, restore my soul power." The bearded man smiled, "Coincidentally, I still have more than half of my soul power left... I don't ask for much. If you can restore another one-fourth, it'll be enough."

He finished speaking, and the other two also looked at Wang Feng.

You should know, this bearded man was not simple; he was a level twenty-nine Grand Soul Master!

"One-fourth?"

Wang Feng hesitated.

"What's the matter? You find it too much?" The bearded man frowned, "If you can't restore even one-eighth of my soul power at once, then it's a bit unacceptable."

Wang Feng's palm turned slightly. Instead of revealing his soul ring, he only displayed a small golden lotus, activating his soul power.

Because restoring soul power didn't require a soul skill, the soul ring didn't need to be displayed. Wang Feng would only reveal his soul ring in critical situations; otherwise, he basically wouldn't show it.

Suddenly, golden threads surged into the bearded man.

In an instant!

The bearded man trembled all over, as if he had been struck by lightning, violently shivering.

The other two became nervous seeing this.

At this moment, Wang Feng smiled and said:

"Sorry, I think I gave too little. Let me restore all of it for you."