Chapter 7:Village Encounter: Soul Power

"Dear friend, we hail from the Holy Soul Village. These two young individuals represent our village's work-study program for this year," Old Jack explained cordially, despite sensing the disdainful gaze from the young man.

The young man responded with a cold smile and a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Are there truly individuals with soul power in such a remote village? It's been a while since our college took on such endeavors. Are these three rustic souls genuine?"

Old Jack couldn't help but feel a flash of anger upon hearing these words, but he exercised great restraint and produced the credentials provided by Su Yuntao from Soul Palace.

The young man, upon examining the documents, burst into laughter. "Innate full soul power? And blue silver grass as well? That's quite audacious. I've never encountered anyone from this area with so much innate soul power or possessing a martial soul like blue silver grass. Your Soul Palace certification seems to be a forgery. If you intend to deceive, you might want to up your game!"

The young man, seemingly oblivious to Old Jack's agitation, nonchalantly retrieved another yellow envelope. "Is this another letter? you here to assist Qin Feng in undergoing the soul power test at Notting College? Will the payment still be handled by the Holy Soul Village ?"

Jack clenched his jaw, maintaining his composure for the sake of the two children. "You sure have a way with words. But remember, no matter what you think of Holy Soul Village, we're here for a reason. Don't underestimate us country folks; sometimes, we surprise even ourselves."

The young man's eyes narrowed further as he sneered and tore up the envelope. "You!"

Old Jack seethed with anger, his whole body like a kettle on the verge of boiling over.

"Quit causing trouble here, just go away!" he snapped.

The young man took a step forward, as if he intended to shove Old Jack aside. Meanwhile, Tang San fixed a deadly gaze on the man, a hidden arrow in his sleeve ready to strike.

But suddenly, a gust of wind whipped past Old Jack, and a heavy hammer swung down from above.

"Eat this hammer!" It was none other than Qin Feng, a small figure leaping into action, swinging an iron hammer at the young man.

The young man's face contorted with shock. Despite being an eleventh-level Soul Master, he couldn't believe he was about to be defeated by a kid with no soul rings.

"Stop!"

Old Jack cried out, trying to pull Qin Feng back.

But it was too late.

Bang! Crash!

The sickening sound of bones breaking filled the air, followed by the sound of a distant impact.

"Xiaofeng, why did you act so impulsively?" Old Jack slumped to the ground, his hand patting his thigh, looking as though he'd lost his soul.

He didn't dare to raise his head to see the aftermath because the sound of those breaking bones echoed in his heart. He feared the sight of Qin Feng's condition.

In the eyes of these Soul Masters, the lives of people from humble backgrounds were often seen as insignificant. Especially now that Xiao feng had initiated the attack, it seemed futile to report this to the Wuhun branch hall.

Just in a matter of hours, everything had gone terribly wrong. Old Jack wondered how he would face Tang Hao and the villagers when they found out.

Tears welled up in Old Jack's eyes, and the crushing weight in his heart was indescribable. To Old Jack, Qin Feng wasn't just a bright young child; he was the very hope of Holy Soul Village. And now, that hope seemed utterly shattered.

"Grandpa Jack, Brother Feng is okay," Tang San assured, his voice quivering like that of a child.

Old Jack looked at Tang San, his eyes filled with gratitude but still heavy with sorrow. "The sound of bones cracking was unmistakable, Xiao San. I know you want to comfort me, but I'm truly heartbroken."

He remained seated on the ground, sighing deeply, tears streaming down his weathered face.

"Grandpa Jack, I'm really fine," Qin Feng's voice reached Old Jack's ears, and he looked up in disbelief.

Seeing Qin Feng, Old Jack's emotions surged, a mix of relief and overwhelming complexity.

"Stinky boy, I thought I'd lost you," he chided, but his eyes glistened with affection.

At that moment, a cold, angry voice pierced the air from behind.

"I'm gon'e make you pay!" the young man who had been defeated earlier growled as he approached, his dislocated chin a testament to his defeat.

"Xiao San, this is yours," Qin Feng said, his gaze shifting to Tang San.

Tang San nodded firmly, assuring him, "Don't worry, Brother Feng."

In truth, even if Qin Feng hadn't intervened, Tang San was ready to strike. The hidden blade he had prepared earlier was laced with poison. If he had used it, he was confident it would have been a swift end for their opponent.

"Forty-nine times," Qin Feng said, setting aside his hammer and fixing a cold gaze on the young man. He knew that completing this mission was crucial; it was the system's task, and it promised a mysterious treasure chest as a reward.

The commotion had attracted a growing crowd of onlookers.

"No one has dared to challenge me like this in a long time. You're the first," the young man sneered, summoning his soul power into the form of a massive knife, a white glow surrounding him.

"A ninety-nine-year white soul ring!" Old Jack exclaimed, a shiver of fear coursing through him. He urgently urged Qin Feng to leave.

In the world of Soul Warriors and Soul Masters, confronting someone with a soul ring was akin to an egg challenging a boulder.

Just moments ago, Qin Feng's surprise attack had caught his young opponent off guard, but this time, things were different.

"A mere hundred-year garbage soul ring," Qin Feng sneered, raising his hammer high and bringing it down with force.

Onlookers saw a child, not even holding the hammer handle particularly high, relentlessly chasing after a nearly grown young man. Despite the young man's soul ring-enhanced strength, it seemed oddly ineffective.

"What's happening?" A man dressed in black appeared at the entrance of Notting College.

"Grandmaster," the other college staff greeted him with respect.

"These villagers, pretending to be work-study students, tried to infiltrate Notting College. When they were exposed, they got into a fight with the porter," a young man stepped forward and reported.

"That's nonsense! Someone here disrespected our village, tore up the village letter, and tried to push Grandpa Jack to drive us away," Tang San retorted, unwilling to believe that there was no reason within the vast Notting College.

"Stop it for now," the man instructed, his gaze fixed on the distant sounds of the scuffle between Qin Feng and the porter. He sneered.

"It's not that I didn't try to stop it, but this kid has been relentless," the young man said, pointing to his swollen nose and dislocated jaw.

"Even the master can't save you now. This is the forty-eighth round, and this one is for Old Jack!" Qin Feng's young hands were filled with bulging blue muscles, and the air practically hummed with tension.

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