Yu Xiaogang watched Yun Feng's abrupt exit, his planned words stuck in his throat. Tang San, noticing this, commented, "I didn't expect Yun Feng to be this reckless even after leaving the village."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's interest was piqued. He feigned a casual demeanor and asked, "Tang San, I heard you and Yun Feng are from the same village, but you two don't seem very close. Why is that?"
Tang San hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering before he resolutely replied, "Master, it's just that Yun Feng and I have never gotten along. Let me tell you why..."
Meanwhile, Yun Feng, having left the scene, sneezed several times in quick succession. Rubbing his nose, he thought, Tang San must be badmouthing me to Yu Xiaogang.
But Yun Feng didn't care. He had bigger concerns.
Just as he was preparing to head to the registration office, the Heaven-Suppressing Monument manifested its engraver once more in his mental sea. A few quick strokes, and Yu Xiaogang's name appeared on the monument.
So it's like this, huh? Yun Feng mused, realizing that Yu Xiaogang had developed animosity toward him. What caught him off guard was how easily Yu Xiaogang could be influenced. A few words from Tang San were enough to shift his opinion entirely.
No backbone at all, huh? Well, if he wants to bear the consequences of being my enemy, that's his choice.
Meanwhile, Tang San had just finished speaking ill of Yun Feng. Yu Xiaogang, with a serious expression, remarked, "I didn't expect a child to harbor such thoughts. It seems I was mistaken about him."
Tang San was delighted to hear Yu Xiaogang's stern tone. To him, a man titled "Master" must be extraordinary.
Yu Xiaogang, however, noticed that despite his apparent alignment with Tang San, the boy remained wary. It seems this child won't be so easily won over, he thought.
With that, Yu Xiaogang gently patted Tang San's messy hair and said, "With your innate talent and intelligence, I must take this seriously. After all, you're only the third twin martial soul I've encountered in the past century."
Tang San froze, his gaze sharp as he instinctively raised his left wrist. His eyes were filled with suspicion, but Yu Xiaogang seemed oblivious to the danger he was courting.
Still calm and confident, Yu Xiaogang continued, "Are you wondering how I know about your twin martial souls?" He casually waved the certificate Old Jack had given him.
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While Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were embroiled in their exchange, Yun Feng focused on finding the registration office. After asking a passing student for directions, he arrived at the administration building.
With Matthew Nuo's recommendation, Yun Feng's registration was processed smoothly. The moment the staff learned about his martial soul and innate Level 9 soul power, the entire administration office was in an uproar.
A top-tier beast martial soul with innate Level 9 soul power? The greatest genius in the history of Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy!
News spread quickly, and teachers from various departments came to see this prodigy for themselves.
Yun Feng, overwhelmed by the attention, entertained their questions for a while before finally receiving his uniform. Just as he was about to leave, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San entered the office.
Seeing the crowd surrounding Yun Feng, the two immediately understood why.
Tang San, who hadn't cared much before, now felt a pang of jealousy. His soul power, reduced by the need to purify its impurities, was only at Level 8. Yun Feng, meanwhile, had gained soul power after a second awakening.
Why does he get to be so lucky? Tang San thought bitterly, his dissatisfaction apparent.
Yun Feng noticed the sour look in Tang San's eyes but chose to ignore it. Knowing Tang Hao was likely hiding nearby, he pretended not to notice and greeted Yu Xiaogang cheerfully.
"Master, hello! Master, goodbye!" Yun Feng said quickly before leaving the administration office.
A teacher escorted Yun Feng to his dormitory, which was leagues above the work-study students' shabby accommodations in the seventh dormitory.
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The dorm room was spacious, fully furnished, and surrounded by a beautiful environment. It looked nothing like a typical dormitory.
"This is my room?" Yun Feng asked.
Mo Hen, the teacher accompanying him, nodded with a broad smile. "Of course! Little Feng, make yourself at home. I live next door. If you need help or have any questions, feel free to come to me."
Yun Feng nodded politely. Although he was accustomed to such treatment in his past life as a prodigy, he appreciated Mo Hen's kindness.
"Thank you, Teacher Mo Hen. I'll be counting on you in the future."
Hearing Yun Feng's sincere gratitude, Mo Hen's smile grew even wider. Not everyone had the chance to invest in a genius. Yun Feng understood their motivations but didn't mind. He recalled a comparison he once read about in a book from his past life:
Hai Bodong from Battle Through the Heavens and Dugu Bo from Douluo Dalu. Both were "investors," but their approaches were worlds apart—one refined, the other crude.
While Yun Feng appreciated Mo Hen's approach, he vowed never to forget those who helped him along the way. He wasn't the type to repay kindness with betrayal, unlike certain protagonists who had no qualms about forgetting their benefactors. He wasn't Tang San.
For now, Yun Feng's foc
us was clear—quietly growing stronger. The future was his for the taking.