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Six years passed in the blink of an eye.
By the time Lin Feng successfully graduated from the primary Soul Master academy, he was already a bona fide Soul Elder!
However, in this World filled with strong experts, a Soul Elder was still just a weakling struggling at the bottom.
After graduation, his mindset remained clear and simple—continue to lay low!
After all, he had no background to speak of, and for him, the academy was a relatively safe harbor in troubled times.
Before he had enough strength to protect himself, he needed to complete higher studies to improve himself.
A twelve-year-old Soul Elder caused quite a sensation within the academy.
Lin Feng couldn’t help but feel a bit of youthful Spirit growing within him.
He really wanted to prove that even without a system, he could carve out his own path!
Gradually, his obsession with the system began to fade.
His Soul Ring configuration was the most common: Yellow, Yellow, Purple.
Without a powerful background, and without the resources of a Sect or clan, hunting Soul Beasts of higher years to obtain Soul Rings was almost a luxury.
But he still insisted on reaching the theoretical limit, following the rules of this World, and absorbing the limit of Soul Rings he could bear.
His graduation also signaled that the main storyline of the World in his memory was about to officially unfold.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered other thoughts—the idea that had once flashed through his mind: to intercept the transformed Soft Bones Rabbit early.
But this thought was extinguished the moment it appeared, and the reason was very realistic:
First, in the vast continent, he had no way of knowing Xiao Wu’s specific whereabouts.
The only confirmed clue was that she would appear at Nuoding Academy, but by then, she was likely already targeted by that old schemer hiding in the shadows.
Second, if he really forcibly took her away from Tang San, it would be no different from seeking his own death; what he would get in return would inevitably be a thunderous kill!
In the eyes of that old schemer, what did the life or death of a Soul Beast that couldn’t be related to his son have to do with him?
At that time, Lin Feng simply did not have the strength to deal with a Titled Douluo.
Since he had chosen to integrate into human society, staying by the protagonist Tang San’s side was actually safer for Xiao Wu, at least there was no threat to her life.
As for himself, of course, it was to continue lying low, accumulate strength, stay low-key, and wait for the right moment!
Time flew by, and it was the year 2643 of the Douluo calendar.
This year, Lin Feng was eighteen.
The scrawny working student of the past had long since undergone a transformative change.
Time had washed away the immaturity of childhood, carefully carving out the young man’s sharp and handsome contours.
With sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a high-bridged nose, and especially a pair of peach-blossom eyes—calm, they contained a cold chill; smiling, they held the rotation of ten thousand stars.
Beneath his proportionate and tall figure were muscle lines honed through thousands of hardships—standard eight-pack abs and a strong waist—carrying a steady and restrained bearing as he walked.
Twelve years was enough for a boy to grow and transform.
It had to be said, men, they really are late bloomers!
This was vividly displayed on him!
Even the grass on his father’s grave grew taller than that on his mother’s.
The only thing that hadn’t changed was that he still lived a simple life—simply put, he was poor.
Over the years, he had squeezed out all his time and energy and poured it into cultivation.
After becoming a Soul Elder, even the subsidies from Spirit Hall stopped.
Without the encounter with an Immortal Herb, without the favor of a God, he relied entirely on the cultivation speed bonus provided by his Seven-Orifice Lotus Seed.
At eighteen, Lin Feng had forcefully pushed himself to the realm of a level 79 Soul Saint!
Although he was a Soul Saint, the combat power hidden within him was seven times that of his peers.
Such progress was enough to make countless Soul Masters despair.
He was just waiting for an opportunity to shock the World and reveal his edge!
Outside Soto City, on the dusty main road.
Lin Feng walked slowly alone, muttering to himself as if angry with someone:
“Damn system, you don’t keep your word!
Twelve years, a full twelve years!
Do you know how I got through these twelve years?”
This was almost a habitual complaint; it wasn’t the first time.
The only difference this time was that he received a response.
A long-lost voice exploded directly in his mind:
[Ding!
Hello, Host!
Your sweet little baby has successfully reconnected!
(✧ ω ✧)]
Lin Feng’s footsteps faltered, and his whole body stiffened, almost thinking he was having auditory hallucinations.
‘The system, had awakened?’
‘When he was almost at level 79?’
‘Coming now, what was the point?’
He had just been extremely bored, remembering the promise of the “ten-year appointment” from back then, and habitually vented a few words, not holding any hope at all.
He didn’t expect to actually “wake” this guy up?
Suddenly, an urge to prove himself surged up—’Look!
Without you, System, haven’t I, Lin Feng, been doing just fine?
I’m almost level 80!’
He had fully adapted to relying on his own Spirit and hard work, and was no longer as eager for the system’s return as he had been years ago.
However, regarding the system’s broken promise, he still held a nameless resentment in his heart, like a jilted woman who had been stood up for years.
He bent down, and in a fit of pique, plucked a blade of grass from the roadside and gripped it tightly in his hand.
“Hey, System,”
“Look at what I’m holding in my hand?”
[Grass]
“That’s right!”
“Fuck!”
The system fell into silence, and a trace of awkwardness permeated the air.
“Hahaha~”
Lin Feng suddenly laughed: “You’re here, that’s good, but…
I think I don’t really need you anymore now.”
[Host, you need me!
You still have huge room for improvement, and this system can provide you with unimaginable assistance.]
[For example: increasing the age of your existing Soul Rings!]
[Obtaining peerless martial arts from high-martial Worlds, supreme mysterious techniques from fantasy planes, and immortal cultivation methods from immortal civilizations!]
Lin Feng’s pupils constricted slightly, and his mouth opened subconsciously.
‘Martial arts?
Mysterious techniques?
Immortal methods?’
These terms stirred up monstrous waves in his heart!
Although he didn’t know if this was a blank check, this temptation was truly intoxicating!
Especially increasing the Soul Ring age; it hit his biggest pain point right now!
His yellow-yellow-purple-black-black-black Soul Ring configuration, although it was a standard Soul Saint configuration, felt like a pearl covered in dust when paired with his Seven-Orifice Lotus Martial Soul.
The system appearing now, it really couldn’t be called completely useless, right?
Adding flowers to the brocade?
No!
If this flower could really be added, it might blossom into a sea of flowers!
Lin Feng’s attitude softened quietly, and his tone carried a hint of inquiry:
“Oh?
Hurry up and explain in detail, what kind of system are you exactly?
What can you do?”
[Host, the purpose of this system is: to preach and teach, and achieve the supreme Immortal Master!
The core function is: taking disciples!]
[As for the broken promise, it is because the energy level of this World is relatively low, which is why it took a little more time…]
“Oh, I see.
So, how does taking disciples work?”
Lin Feng raised his eyebrows; he couldn’t be bothered with why it broke its promise now, as dwelling on it was meaningless.
[Each of your Soul Ring slots can be bound to a direct disciple you approve of!
The final age of that Soul Ring will dynamically equal the sum of all Soul Ring ages of your bound disciple!]
After hearing this, Lin Feng only felt a thunderclap explode in his mind, buzzing his head.
‘Is this function just heaven-defying?’
‘It was practically subverting the rules of this World!’
‘It was definitely a cheat!’
He had previously felt some regret about his Soul Ring configuration, but he hadn’t expected such a twist in the road.
Doesn’t that mean as long as he takes in a disciple with enough monstrous talent, his own Soul Ring age could take off on the spot?
Why continue to lay low?
He must intervene in the plot!
Take disciples!
Take disciples as soon as possible!
And he couldn’t just take anyone; he had to pick carefully and find those future monsters!