"Little San, you go in first. I'm going to take a stroll around the campus."
After Lu Feng finished speaking, he didn't wait for Tang San's reply and walked off into the distance by himself.
Faith?
Lu Feng pondered in his mind, "The original work mentioned that the Angel God exterminated fallen Soul Masters, established the Spirit Hall, and finally ascended to the God Realm through the faith of all the Soul Masters on the continent."
Lu Feng scanned his fragment repository. Amidst a pile of white fragments, the [Faith Fragment] seemed a bit out of place, occupying a small area all by itself.
Huh? [Faith] can't be synthesized? Is each fragment independent?
Where did this thing come from?
Lu Feng looked back towards the school gate and saw the young gatekeeper still watching him from afar.
Could it be him? Lu Feng wondered.
The young man offended a student. Although it was just a work-study student, if Old Jack or Tang San really wanted to pursue the matter, the young man's job would definitely be lost.
For me, it was just a small gesture, but for the young man, it was a well-paying job, perhaps even the pillar of a family.
What is this? The system wants me to do a good deed every day?
In that case, if I became an emperor, implemented benevolent policies, and liberated the working masses, wouldn't I be able to ascend in broad daylight!
Lu Feng shook his head, throwing the ridiculous idea out of his mind.
In a fantasy world where individual power overrides everything, trying to implement equality for all?
Better forget it.
In essence, Soul Masters belonged to the exploiting class.
Where there are people, there are interests. Even without exploitation, class is a difficult barrier to cross.
Poseidon's method of becoming a god is more reliable. Although the sea soul beasts don't understand faith, they recognize a strong fist!
"A teacher for a day is a father for life. You should receive my bow."
Next to the teaching building, Lu Feng looked at Tang San kneeling on the ground and immediately felt a flock of crows fly over his head.
Just now at the school gate, the group hadn't met Yu Xiaogang, and Lu Feng had thought that Tang San had missed out on a 'foster father'.
He didn't expect the wheels of fate to turn after all.
Across from Tang San, a man in his forties with a buzz cut and black clothes was weeping.
"Good child, good child!"
"Let's go, teacher will take you to the administrative office to register," Yu Xiaogang said excitedly, pulling Tang San up by the hand.
At this moment, Tang San also noticed Lu Feng. He said, somewhat flauntingly, "Lu Feng, this is my new teacher, a great and wise powerhouse."
In his past life at the Tang Sect, it was a momentous occasion to be accepted as a disciple by an inner sect elder.
After some conversation, Tang San was deeply impressed by Yu Xiaogang's erudition. He guessed in his heart that the other party must be a powerful expert hiding in the academy.
"..." Lu Feng felt a bit embarrassed.
Great?
Wise?
Powerhouse?!!
No matter how he looked at it, none of these descriptions seemed to fit Yu Xiaogang at all.
If Yu Xiaogang had said 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river' when he was rejected by Bibi Dong, and then smashed his head against the Seraphim statue, Lu Feng might have thought more highly of him.
"So it's the Grandmaster! I've long heard of your reputation! A great honor!"
Lu Feng's eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together, feigning excitement.
No matter how useless Yu Xiaogang was, he was still a Soul Grandmaster, not someone a little Soul Master like himself could provoke.
Lu Feng wouldn't be like some other transmigrators, running his mouth as soon as he arrived.
What if Yu Xiaogang became angry out of embarrassment and summoned Luo Sanpao to strike him with thunder? Wouldn't he have to transmigrate again?
"Oh? You've heard of me?"
Seeing Lu Feng's 'respectful' appearance, Yu Xiaogang felt a sense of satisfaction.
What he liked most was the feeling of being admired.
Yu Xiaogang straightened his posture, clasped his hands behind his back, and coughed lightly. "Come, let me see your martial soul certificate."
Hearing this, Lu Feng immediately felt a herd of alpacas stampeding through his mind.
I really brought this on myself. What if Yu Xiaogang has a sudden whim and wants to take me as a disciple? Should I agree or refuse?
If I agree, wouldn't I gain a godfather for no reason? If I don't agree, will he fart at me?
Speaking of which, although Yu Xiaogang's strength is a bit lacking, he's really good to his disciples. And his background is not small. When the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is wiped out in the future, he and Liu Erlong will become the grand elders.
No, my situation is too special; I can use other people's martial souls. I can usually hide it, but I won't be able to when I absorb a soul ring. What if Yu Xiaogang gets interested in researching me? Will I be dissected?
"Hmm, level five innate soul power, not bad," Yu Xiaogang's words interrupted Lu Feng's thoughts.
"Although the quality of your martial soul is low, you can't give up on yourself and neglect your cultivation."
After speaking, Yu Xiaogang returned the martial soul certificate to Lu Feng and took Tang San's hand, walking towards the teaching building.
Their figures grew more distant, leaving Lu Feng alone on the field.
Holy crap! I was just looked down on!
At this moment, a ball of white light dropped from where Yu Xiaogang had been standing:
[Picked up a white item [The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls] fragment *1 (1/10)]
"What the hell!"
"Dismantle!"
"Dismantle it for me, now!"
Teaching building, admissions office.
Director Su handed a set of white school uniforms to Lu Feng. "These are your things, provided free by the academy. You'll be staying in Dormitory Seven. The teacher there will arrange your work as a work-study student."
"Thank you, Director," Lu Feng said politely, taking the school uniform.
Just as Lu Feng was about to leave, Director Su grabbed his hand and asked in a low voice, "Lu Feng, your innate soul power is not low. The Grandmaster didn't offer to take you as his disciple, did he?"
"Huh? Director, what do you mean by that?" Lu Feng asked, puzzled.
Seeing Lu Feng's expression, Director Su let out a sigh of relief.
He pulled Lu Feng closer and whispered in his ear, "The Grandmaster has some problems with his head. All day long, he thinks about taking a genius disciple to prove himself. But his theories are all just plagiarized and summarized from books."
At this point, Director Su's expression turned serious. "Lu Feng, you have a full five levels of innate soul power, and your martial soul isn't a useless one like Blue Silver Grass. Your future is bright, so don't go down the wrong path!"
"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Director."
Lu Feng nodded, then bid farewell to Director Su and headed towards Dormitory Seven.
Lu Feng didn't care much about Yu Xiaogang. In Lu Feng's eyes, Yu Xiaogang's only value was his basic knowledge of soul beasts. He could just wander around the dormitory building a few more times, collect all the book fragments, and then he wouldn't have to bother with him.
The academy's dormitory building was easy to find. There was only one. Dormitory Seven was located at the very end of the first floor and was specially for work-study students.
As soon as Lu Feng reached the door of Dormitory Seven, he heard a commotion inside. The door was open, and he walked to the entrance and looked in.
It was a spacious room, over three hundred square meters, with only a few dozen beds inside, leaving a large open area in the middle.
At this moment, two children were wrestling in the open space, surrounded by a dozen or so people cheering them on:
"Daxiong, punch him in the stomach!"
"Go, Daxiong! If you beat Wang Sheng, you'll be the boss of Dormitory Seven!"
"Daxiong, use a shoulder throw!"
Lu Feng watched for a while and lost interest. The two boys' fighting was completely undisciplined, just like children playing house. However, the few balls of white light in the open space caught his attention.
Huh, this martial soul is quite interesting!