Douluo Continent: My name is Lu Mingfei, and my martial soul is Lu Mingze.

Old Song walked in, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

Lu Mingfei quickly sat up straight, but the movement aggravated the wound on his left shoulder, causing him to wince in pain.

Jiang Nannan stood up, bowed slightly to Old Song, called out "Old Song," then glanced at Lu Mingfei before turning and leaving.

Old Song sat down by the bed and shoved the white porcelain bowl into Lu Mingfei's hand from his soul storage device.

"I drank it."

Lu Mingfei looked down and saw that the bowl contained dark, murky medicinal soup that smelled terribly bitter.

He pinched his nose and forced the water down his throat, his face contorting in pain.

"Old Song, what kind of medicine is this? It's more bitter than my life."

"Stop talking nonsense, you healer."

Old Song took the empty bowl and placed it on the bedside table. Then he looked at Lu Mingfei with an expression that was neither stern nor kind.

Lu Mingfei felt a little uneasy under their gaze.

"You're lucky to be alive, kid."

Old Song spoke, his tone calm, but every word carried weight.

"Five Soul Kings and one Soul Emperor, and you dare to charge in? If it weren't for your few self-created water-type soul skills being able to unleash their maximum power by the lake, your corpse would probably be lying somewhere by now."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, bracing himself for a scolding.

"I know you did this to protect Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, and your intentions are good." Old Song's voice softened a bit.

"But remember, you are my student, and your life is not just your own."

"In the future, if you encounter this situation, think first, then act."

"Today it's just a few Soul Kings and Soul Emperors. What if it were a Soul Saint or Soul Douluo?"

"Are we really going to go up and fight, and then trade our lives for theirs?"

Lu Mingfei nodded, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

It wasn't because I was scolded, but because when Mr. Song said "You are my student," his tone was as if he were saying "You are my child."

Since he came to Shrek Academy, apart from Huo Yuhao and his few friends, there have been very few elders who have been genuinely kind to him.

Old Song is one, and Uncle Qian and Sister Xian count as two.

"Okay, I won't be so reckless in the future," Lu Mingfei replied honestly.

Seeing that he was in a proper attitude, Old Song's complexion improved. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly changed the subject.

"And Mingfei, Yan Shaozhe contacted me yesterday."

Lu Mingfei looked up.

"He wants you to go to the Martial Soul Department and become a core disciple within the core." Old Song looked into his eyes.

"The resources of the Martial Soul system are more concentrated than they are now. Although Yan Shaozhe had some misunderstandings with you before, he truly values ​​your talent."

"If you go, all the resources in the Martial Soul system, such as soul bones, will be available to you."

Lu Mingfei didn't even think about it.

"I'm not going."

Old Song raised an eyebrow.

"Really not going?"

"I'm really not going." Lu Mingfei nodded firmly, his expression unusually serious.

"I don't like Yan Shaozhe. I realized it when he scolded me by the lake last time; his protectiveness of his own is unreasonable."

"Ma Xiaotao set me on fire first. I defended myself and won, but instead of praising me, he scolded me. I don't want to work under that kind of person."

Although Ma Xiaotiao saved their lives this time, one thing is one thing.

Old Song looked at him but did not interrupt.

"Besides, I know how good you've been to me, Elder Song. You taught me cultivation, gave me invitations, and stood up for me."

"I don't have any great abilities, but I'll be good to whoever is good to me. If you're good to me, I'll follow you."

"I won't go to any spirit system, I'll just follow you."

Old Song paused for a few seconds, then smiled.

The smile was faint, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out, and his whole face looked much kinder.

"You've got a sweet tongue, kid."

"I'm telling the truth," Lu Mingfei said sincerely.

Old Song patted him on the shoulder and stood up.

"Fine, if you don't want to go, then don't. Get some rest, and come find me in the cultivation room when you're healed. By the way, what did you get from those soul tools you bought at the treasure appreciation event?"

"I'll have Qian Duoduo reimburse you later."

Lu Mingfei's spirits lifted, and his injuries seemed to have healed by half.

"Old Song, I bought quite a lot! There's a breastplate, a defensive belt, and speed-boosting boots. I also bought a few soul-guided grenades for Yuhao, and some for Wang Dong—"

"Alright, alright," Old Song waved his hand.

"Make me a list later, and I'll have Qian Duoduo handle it."

"Okay!" Lu Mingfei smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

Old Song glanced at him, shook his head, and turned to leave the consultation room.

"Rest well and don't wander off."

"Understood, Elder Song!"

After Old Song left, Lu Mingfei lay back down on the bed, happily planning his reimbursement.

All the miscellaneous items added up to nearly ten thousand gold soul coins.

Qian Duoduo is probably going to curse after this, but since Old Song has spoken, Qian Duoduo doesn't dare not give in.

Just as I was enjoying myself, the door was pushed open again.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong walked in one after the other. Huo Yuhao was carrying an oil paper package, and Wang Dong was holding a thermos.

"Senior, you're awake?"

Huo Yuhao walked quickly to the bedside, opened the oil paper package, and inside were several steaming meat buns.

"It was just steamed in the cafeteria, eat it while it's hot."

Wang Dong placed the thermos on the bedside table, unscrewed the lid, and poured a bowl of hot soup.

"Bone broth, it's good for replenishing blood."

Looking at the two people, Lu Mingfei felt a warmth in his heart, but he still maintained his usual nonchalant tone.

"What are you two doing? I'm not in postpartum confinement."

"You almost got beaten to death saving us, and you're complaining about a few steamed buns we give you?" Wang Dong glared at him.

"I don't mind, I don't mind," Lu Mingfei said, grabbing a steamed bun and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Delicious, so delicious! Yuhao, what kind of filling are these buns?"

"Pork and cabbage."

"Not bad, not bad."

Huo Yuhao sat down by the bed, his expression gradually changing from concern to seriousness.

"Senior, we've made some progress on what happened last night."

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment while chewing the bun, then continued chewing.

"explain."

"The Soul Emperor who was captured by Elder Song has confessed. The person who ordered them was Dai Huabin."

Lu Mingfei swallowed the bun, picked up the soup and took a sip. His expression didn't change much, but his eyes darkened for a moment.

Dai Huabin.

The people from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion had fought against him and Huo Yuhao during the freshman assessment, and they were beaten up quite badly.

Later, when he tried to ambush Huo Yuhao, Lu Mingfei saw him. At that time, Lu Mingfei cornered Dai Huabin in the corridor and had a "friendly chat about life." The kid was as cowardly as could be, but unexpectedly, he turned around and did this.

"How could a freshman from the outer academy possibly invite a Soul King or Soul Emperor?" Lu Mingfei put down his bowl.

"He can't be persuaded, but the White Tiger Duke's Mansion behind him can be persuaded." Huo Yuhao lowered his voice.

"That Soul Emperor confessed that Dai Huabin contacted them through the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, and the reward was quite generous, all paid by the White Tiger Duke's Mansion."

Lu Mingfei was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

His lips were turned up quite high, but there was little smile in his eyes.

"So much stuff for the lives of the three of us? This is quite a deal. The White Tiger Duke's Mansion is really not short of money."

Wang Dong corrected: "Actually, it's our fate."

He then pointed to Huo Yuhao and himself.

"Indeed, senior." Huo Yuhao looked into his eyes, his tone very serious.

"Dai Huabin's target was me and Wang Dong. We beat him so badly during the freshman assessment that he has held a grudge ever since."

"He still dares to do it but doesn't dare to admit it. What an idiot." Wang Dong sneered from the side.