Green Cloud Waves

With the matters here concluded, the two began their journey back.

Back at the academy, Yun Feng resumed his usual routine.

Meanwhile, Ma Xiunuo at the branch hall wrote a detailed report on everything he and Yun Feng had experienced and sent it through special channels of the Spirit Hall.

He had to be responsible—there aren't that many foolish people in the real world who would do stupid things. Everyone has their own agenda.

The Back Mountain

In the days since returning, Yun Feng had also thoroughly grasped the abilities of his newly acquired spirit ring.

The effects of this spirit ring aligned well with Yun Feng's expectations. Not only that, but the characteristics of his spirit had also been developed to some extent.

His spirit, the Sea Thorn Dolphin, had the abilities of amplification, expansion, and toxins.

Although Yun Feng's spirit currently lacked poison, its suppressive power was off the charts.

What kind of soul master, at level thirteen, could make a branch hall master tremble with fear?

Just thinking about how Tang San used his Blue Silver Emperor for toxin and binding techniques made Yun Feng feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Yun Feng knew Tang San's spirit abilities, but he didn't understand them at all.

His first spirit ability was Blue Silver Bind.

Coupled with a Blue Silver Grass spirit, which lacked strength and hadn't awakened fully, it was easy to break free. The only additional feature was a bit of toxin, which Yun Feng had never seen actually poison anyone, let alone cause severe injury.

The Mandala Snake would probably cry if it knew its poison had been added to a plant-type spirit! After all, its venom nearly took Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's life!

If Tang San hadn't been proficient in toxins, Yu Xiaogang would have never survived!

Yet, with such strong poison in his spirit, it was somehow underwhelming when used by Tang San!

Yu Xiaogang's theories—if they had followed Spirit Hall's teachings—wouldn't have earned such a bad reputation.

At least, it wouldn't have killed anyone!

But Yu Xiaogang had to be unconventional, despite lacking the ability to back it up, adding some half-baked concepts.

This made Tang San the victim.

Leaving aside plant-type spirits that naturally have binding capabilities, it's the toxin part that's laughable!

Yun Feng reminded himself of this, looking at how Tang San's fifth spirit ring had been formed by the sacrifice of the Blue Silver King, collecting the essence of all the Blue Silver Grass in the ancient forest to create a powerful, growth-capable ring for him.

That spirit ring was called the Blue Silver Overlord Spear, which clearly showed that Blue Silver Grass wasn't meant for toxins.

Yun Feng could understand using it for control—binding was a natural trait of plants.

But Tang San was completely led astray and didn't even realize it!

Reflecting on what he knew, Yun Feng recalled that Tang San barely used his Blue Silver Emperor spirit later on, and the earlier spirit abilities were never showcased again.

Most of the time, it was just used to enhance his combat power by detonating rings.

What a waste of a top-tier spirit.

It would have been better if Yun Feng had gotten it for himself!

After this thought crossed his mind, Yun Feng suddenly had an idea: What if he intercepted Ah Yin, the Blue Silver Emperor, and made it his own? Could it take a different form?

At this thought, Yun Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After a long while, he quieted down.

"Blue Silver Grass? Even dogs wouldn't play with that!"

He spat on the ground in disdain.

The wind brushed against Yun Feng's face as the Blue Silver Grass nearby swayed slightly, as if in protest of his words.

However, at that moment, Yun Feng could faintly sense the presence of these few strands of Blue Silver Grass, much like the original scene where Tang San awakened his Blue Silver Emperor and manifested the Blue Silver Domain.

Could it be because his Blue Silver Grass spirit had grown stronger?

It's known that weaker beings in many species often depend on stronger ones to survive.

This situation seemed somewhat similar.

After observing for a while, Yun Feng concluded:

"Hmm... nothing unusual here."

He gave up in the end.

He was just a soul master—why overthink things?

For now, the only things that could deepen his spirit's foundation were the Blue Silver Emperor and whale gelatin.

But the risk of trying to control the Blue Silver Emperor was a bit too high, and as for whale gelatin, even though people in this world hadn't realized its true use, it was still highly valued as an aphrodisiac, with its price consistently sky-high.

Thus, Yun Feng couldn't find any, even with his wealth.

Yun Feng chuckled helplessly, stood up, and dusted off his robe. It was getting late, and it was time to return.

…

Back in the dormitory, Yun Feng saw that everyone was cultivating, including Xiao Wu.

This surprised Yun Feng a bit.

Xiao Wu usually hated cultivating—what had gotten into her?

Yun Feng couldn't figure it out, but he didn't interfere.

For him, the priority was getting stronger quickly, and he had already found his shortcut.

Drinking some warm water, applying buffs, and then starting his cultivation.

An hour later, right on schedule, he went to sleep.

Xiao Wu and Tang San noticed Yun Feng's routine, feeling quite baffled.

Though they didn't know Yun Feng's exact level, the aura he emitted told them that Yun Feng had become much stronger.

It was precisely this that they couldn't understand.

How could Yun Feng cultivate like this? Even while sleeping, his soul power kept increasing.

It completely shattered their understanding of cultivation.

But they were destined not to figure out why.

Yun Feng wasn't really cultivating—his soul power was growing on its own.

Tang San and Xiao Wu had asked Yun Feng about it before, but Yun Feng had only said he didn't know what was happening either.

Tang San, having come from the Tang Sect, could tell Yun Feng wasn't lying.

And Yun Feng wasn't wrong—he truly didn't know how his system was cultivating for him, so his answers were effortless.

The two could only give up, but it was still frustrating to watch Yun Feng cultivate like that.

Yun Feng didn't have much to say about it, but he kept a close eye on his relationship with Xiao Wu.

…

The next morning, Yun Feng woke up early and headed to Spirit Hall.

He greeted the steward at the gate before walking inside and knocking on Ma Xiunuo's door.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Master Ma Xiunuo, are you in? It's Yun Feng."

As soon as Yun Feng said this, he heard shuffling sounds inside.

After a while, Ma Xiunuo's voice came from within.

"Yun Feng, I'm here. Come on in."

Without any suspicion, Yun Feng opened the door and walked in.

Inside, he saw two people: Ma Xiunuo and Silk, the goddess of Suyun Tao.

The room had a different scent, and seeing their disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes, Yun Feng immediately understood.

No wonder it took so long to get a response.

So that's what was going on!