4: Chapter 4: A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring! Qin Feng's Rewards Explode!

The limit for an ordinary Spirit Master's fourth spirit ring is only around five thousand years, but at this moment, Qin Feng had directly shattered this ironclad rule, possessing a thirty-thousand-year fourth spirit ring.

This wasn't just about the power of the soul skill; it was an extreme test of physical fitness.

If it were any other ordinary Soul Ancestor, they would have likely exploded and died the instant they absorbed this spirit ring.

But Qin Feng felt no pressure at all right now.

Because the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was circulating frantically.

Crack! Snap!

A series of explosive pops, like beans roasting in a pan, emanated from within Qin Feng's body.

His bones were restructuring, and his muscles were refining. His originally somewhat thin frame didn't become particularly burly, but his lines became smoother, filled with an explosive sense of power.

On the surface of his skin, a layer of black, oily grime slowly seeped out. This was the cleansing of marrow and tendons brought about by the evolution of his Spirit and the cultivation of his technique.

Qin Feng looked down at his hands and clenched them with force.

The air was squeezed to the point of bursting in his palm, letting out a muffled bang.

Power.

Endless power.

Now, relying solely on physical strength, he could probably kill a thousand-year soul beast with a single punch.

This was the overbearing nature of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. It was said that once cultivated to mastery, one would possess the colossal strength of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants, enough to move mountains and fill seas.

Of course, what made Qin Feng feel most at ease was that life-saving divine technique—the Flying Thunder God Technique.

He quickly browsed through the profound mysteries of this technique in his mind.

As long as a technique formula mark was left at the target location, he could teleport there instantly, regardless of the distance.

This was simply an essential divine skill for travel, robbery, and escaping for one's life!

With this move, never mind a cheater like Tang San; even a brute like Tang Hao or Bibi Dong herself would find it a fool's errand to try and catch him.

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and a surge of unprecedented confidence welled up in his heart.

Even though he was only Level 42, he dared to assert that within the same rank, he was already invincible.

Even challenging a Spirit King or Spirit Emperor above his level would be no problem.

This was the kind of treatment a transmigrator deserved!

This was only the first diary entry. As long as he kept writing and plucked all the benefits from the Douluo Continent, wouldn't becoming a god or an ancestor be just around the corner?

"Tang San... those so-called hidden weapons and your Mysterious Heaven Skill of yours aren't even worthy of carrying the shoes of my chaos green lotus and Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill."

Qin Feng was in a great mood and was about to get up to wash the grime off his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dormitory door was suddenly pounded loudly. The force was so great that dust rattled down from the doorframe.

"Qin Feng! Get the hell out here right now!"

An arrogant and impatient voice rang out from outside the door.

Qin Feng's brow furrowed slightly, and the joy in his eyes instantly vanished.

He recognized this voice.

Yu Feng.

One of the main members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team, with the Wind Bell Bird Spirit, and also a loyal follower of Captain Yu Tianheng.

Ever since Qin Feng entered the academy as a specially recruited student, this bunch of so-called "Heaven Dou Royal Elites" had never given him a good look.

The reason was simple: a few days ago at the Mimicry Cultivation Ground, Qin Feng had accidentally bumped into Dugu Yan, and a slight physical contact occurred between them due to a small misunderstanding.

Even though it was only a momentary touch and they hadn't even crossed any lines, in the eyes of Yu Tianheng, who viewed Dugu Yan as his private property, Qin Feng was already a dead man.

As Yu Tianheng's number one lackey, Yu Feng naturally wanted to vent his master's anger.

Qin Feng stood up, casually pulled an outer robe over himself, and went over to pull open the door.

Outside stood a thin young man wearing a blue and gold school uniform with a somewhat feminine face. He was currently fanning the air in front of his nose with a look of disgust.

"I wasn't cooking shit in my dorm, so how did I manage to attract you?"

Qin Feng leaned against the doorframe, his tone flat, without the slightest bit of awe one would show a senior.

Yu Feng was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting this usually taciturn orphan to dare speak to him like this.

Immediately, his face darkened, and his gaze became sinister.

"Qin Feng, stop acting so tough with your words."

Yu Feng looked at the black grime on Qin Feng's body, and the contempt in his eyes grew even stronger.

He really was a lowly commoner from the slums; his whole body reeked of a nauseating smell. Even after entering Heaven Dou Royal Academy, he couldn't wash away the sour stench in his bones.

Qin Feng didn't explain that these were impurities expelled during the cleansing of his marrow. He simply said calmly:

"If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost. I'm going to take a shower."

"You!"

Yu Feng was choked with rage, his finger trembling as he pointed at Qin Feng.

Did this kid take the wrong medicine today?

Usually, when people like him met them, they were all subservient, afraid of offending the nobility.

Yu Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and sneered:

"Fine, you've got guts. I'm here to notify you that the assessment for reserve members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team is about to begin. Teacher Qin told me to call you over."

At this point, a playful light flashed in Yu Feng's eyes.

"The content of this assessment is very simple. As long as you can hold out for the duration of an incense stick against one of our official members, you pass."

"Of course, this is also to test how much a specially recruited student like you is actually worth, to avoid any random stray cat or dog sneaking into the team and shaming our Heaven Dou Royal family."

Hold out for an incense stick?

Qin Feng's heart remained calm.

These people clearly wanted to use the assessment to settle a personal grudge. It was called a sparring match, but in reality, they wanted to beat him into a cripple and make him crawl out of the academy.

In the past, he might have had to go through some trouble.

But now...

Qin Feng glanced at Yu Feng, his gaze like he was looking at an ant.

"Understood."

Qin Feng yawned and said nonchalantly, "You guys go wait at the field first. Wait until I take a shower and wash off this stinky sweat, then I'll head over."

Yu Feng's eyes widened.

Let us go wait?

Who do you think you are? A member of the Committee Member?

"Qin Feng, don't be too arrogant! This is an assessment, not a dinner party! You want us to wait for you? Are you even worthy?"

Yu Feng couldn't help but growl.

"It won't be long, just fifteen minutes."

Qin Feng waved his hand and turned directly to close the door. "If you don't even have this much patience, then the Heaven Dou Royal Team's standards are only so-so."

"Fine! Very well!"

Yu Feng laughed out of extreme anger, staring fixedly at Qin Feng's back. "I'll let you wash! Wash yourself clean! Later on the Spirit Fighting Stage, I'll make you understand the consequences of offending someone you shouldn't have!"

"Forget an incense stick, I'll make it so you can't even take three of my moves!"

After throwing out his harsh words, Yu Feng turned and left.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be driven to death by this kid's attitude.

Walking down the corridor, Yu Feng's heart was filled with confusion.

The feeling this kid gave him today was too different.

In the past, although Qin Feng was considered somewhat talented, he gave off the impression of a slightly stronger sheep.

But just now...

Facing Qin Feng's flat gaze, Yu Feng actually had the illusion of being stared down by a fierce tiger, and even his spine felt a faint chill.