Yu Xiaogang smiled and said, "Oh? Let's hear it."
Lu Feng pulled a book titled Soul Master's Dream Ranking from a pile, flipped it open to a page, and pointed at a picture. "Master, according to this book, there are no level restrictions for soul masters absorbing soul bones."
"Suppose that boy first absorbs a soul bone—no, three soul bones. Would he be able to break through the limit of his first soul ring?" Lu Feng asked with a grin.
"Your question…" Yu Xiaogang paused to ponder briefly.
A six-year-old absorbing soul bones?
What kind of outrageously wealthy family would allow that?
"That idea is far too unrealistic," Yu Xiaogang said coldly.
"Uh, Master, I did say it was just a hypothesis." Lu Feng shrugged indifferently.
As he spoke, Lu Feng pulled out another book titled Martial Spirit Chronicles.
"And also this one, Master. It says here that a soul beast fell in love with a fallen soul master. What if a shape-shifted soul beast were to offer itself in sacrifice to a soul master…"
SLAM!
Yu Xiaogang smacked the table, cutting Lu Feng off.
A strong surge of soul power burst from him, knocking over the books on the table. Caught off guard, Lu Feng lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Enough!"
"Theoretical research is a sacred pursuit, not something you just dream up on your own!"
"The scenarios you're describing are utterly impossible. Why would a soul beast ever sacrifice itself to a human for no reason?"
At that moment, Yu Xiaogang's eyes caught sight of the book Overbearing Female Pope beside Lu Feng, and his tone grew even harsher. "So young, yet so unmotivated, always lost in daydreams!"
He sighed.
He suddenly thought of Tang San—his disciple, so well-behaved and sensible. Compared to Lu Feng, they were worlds apart.
Thinking this, Yu Xiaogang completely gave up on the idea of taking Lu Feng as a disciple.
"Lu Feng, you're a friend of Tang San's, so I'll offer this advice: be down-to-earth and avoid chasing pipe dreams. Take care of yourself."
With that, Yu Xiaogang turned and walked out of the library without another word.
"Cough, cough…" Lu Feng pushed himself up and rubbed his sore backside.
"Damn, why'd he get so worked up? I didn't even say anything outrageous."
"Could it be that Yu Xiaogang's some kind of research maniac who treats theory like his wife and can't stand anyone poking at it?"
Watching Yu Xiaogang walk away, Lu Feng scoffed. "Showing off in front of a kid like me. Impressive! Well, at least I managed to get rid of him."
Looking at the scattered books on the floor, Lu Feng frowned slightly. He first set the table and chairs upright, then gathered the books and neatly placed them back on the shelf.
"Huh? What's this?"
Lu Feng noticed two glowing orbs before him, puzzled.
> Picked up White Martial Spirit Fragment: [Luo Sanpao] ×1 (1/10)
Picked up Black Attribute Fragment: [Light Attribute] ×1 (1/10)
"Did Yu Xiaogang drop these?"
"He did release soul power just now, though without summoning his martial spirit…"
"And that was enough to drop fragments?"
Lu Feng carefully collected the fragments, pulled out a chair, and sat down quietly.
There was no doubt—Luo Sanpao was Yu Xiaogang's martial spirit. A mutated version of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, it couldn't be possessed like a normal beast-type spirit and could only be summoned externally.
Luo Sanpao was extremely weak, with its only attack being flatulence, earning Yu Xiaogang a lifetime of ridicule.
"White quality… definitely a malignant mutation."
Lu Feng observed the white glow in his hand and could vaguely make out a creature's silhouette—short legs, chubby body, looked like a little pig.
"And what's with this Light Attribute?"
With a thought, Lu Feng summoned a black-glowing orb into his hand.
Though black on the outside, he could feel a warm, comforting, and strangely familiar energy radiating from it.
Suddenly, a memory came to him—last winter, a sunny day with a gentle breeze. He had dragged his small chair into the courtyard and basked in the sunlight.
"Yes! That feeling—Light Attribute!"
Lu Feng's eyes lit up as he stared at the orb.
The Light Attribute represented kindness, courage, and justice, and was effective against all evil forces.
Light attributes typically offered healing, protection, purification, and even had formidable offensive power.
The most iconic Light Attribute martial spirits included the Heaven Dou Royal Family's Swan Spirit, Spirit Hall's Angel Spirit, and the Star Luo Royal Family's White Tiger Spirit.
"But why would Yu Xiaogang drop a Light Attribute? Is he even worthy of it?"
Lu Feng pulled out the book Top Ten Core Competencies of Martial Spirits, placed it on the chair, and sat on it with a thud.
He didn't mean anything special by it—he simply looked down on Yu Xiaogang.
"In the original story, Luo Sanpao could fuse with Liu Erlong's Fire Dragon and Flender's Owlcat martial spirits to evolve into the Golden Sacred Dragon. After Yu Xiaogang consumed a Grade Nine Purple Zhi and broke through to Soul King, his martial spirit evolved into the Golden Sacred Dragon."
"In Douluo Part 2, Mu En and Bei Bei—Yu Xiaogang's descendants—also had Light Sacred Dragon spirits!"
Lu Feng's eyes gleamed with realization as he looked at the glowing orb.
"So, Luo Sanpao inherently possessed the Light Attribute. Liu Erlong and Flender's spirits only stimulated the evolution—they didn't grant the attribute."
"Otherwise, the Golden Sacred Dragon wouldn't be inherited. It's not like Mu En and Bei Bei are the children of all three of them, right?"
"Genetics wouldn't allow it!"
With that thought, Lu Feng's eyes sparkled brightly. "So that means… I can extract the Light Attribute from Yu Xiaogang!"
Instantly, all his previous frustration vanished.
He took Top Ten Core Theories of Martial Spirits from under his butt, wiped the cover clean, smoothed out the creased corners, and carefully tucked it into his arms like a treasure.
"Now, I need a reason to go sponge off Yu Xiaogang… Maybe I'll crash a class with Tang San?"
"And I'll bring Xiao Wu along!"
"If I can convince Xiao Wu, then Tang San is mine to control. With Tang San vouching for me, Yu Xiaogang definitely won't refuse."
Lu Feng quickly hatched a plan and headed to the academy gate, where a bored young man was picking his nose.
"Lu Feng! It's you!" The young man greeted him cheerfully.
"Brother Li, I forgot to buy some daily supplies. Would you mind running an errand for me?" Lu Feng said with a friendly smile.
"Pfft, I thought it was something serious. Leave it to me!" The man patted his chest proudly. "What do you need?"
"Thanks a lot, Brother Li. I'd like to buy… two thousand jin of carrots."
Life at the academy was dull yet fulfilling.
That day, as Lu Feng walked out of the library, a small, thin student worker came rushing toward him.
"Brother Feng, bad news! Sister Xiao Wu and Xiao Chenyu are fighting!"