Douluo's Soul Power increases by two levels every year

Chapter 221 Farewell

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The next day at noon, Han Feng walked up to Han Dang and Zhang Lingling with an embarrassed smile, scratching his head awkwardly, unsure of how to start the conversation.

Although Zhang Lingling and Han Dang had known for a long time that he wanted to travel far away, Han Feng still couldn't bring himself to speak when he met Zhang Lingling's gaze.

Yesterday's display of power by the Title Douluo was covered up by the Heaven Dou Royal Family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Han Feng guessed that they hadn't caught the person who attacked Dugu Bo, and that was indeed the case. With the tacit cooperation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and Qian Renxue, Dugu Bo and Sword Douluo became heroes for capturing a spy from another country—as for which country the spy was from?

Do you understand imperial secrets?!

Han Dang and Zhang Lingling looked at the awkward Han Feng in front of them and snorted in annoyance. Zhang Lingling even gave Han Feng a resentful glare and told him to come to her.

Han Feng chuckled and walked over. Zhang Lingling carefully straightened Han Feng's clothes, gently reminding him, "Being away from home is different from being at home. Did you bring enough soul coins? Did you bring enough clothes? Even when you're out there, you can't neglect yourself. Don't skimp on your meals, and don't be a show-off when trouble comes your way..."

Zhang Lingling whispered a lot in Han Feng's ear, and Han Feng listened patiently without getting annoyed, occasionally replying, "I took nearly half of the Earl's family's wealth with me, how could it not be enough? Your son, a dignified Fire-type Soul King, would I allow myself to freeze?"

After talking for a long time, tears even welled up in Zhang Lingling's eyes.

Noticing the strange look in her eyes, Zhang Lingling quickly wiped away her tears and said self-deprecatingly, "If I keep talking, Xiaofeng will get annoyed with me!"

"No way!" Han Feng shook his head and said immediately.

Zhang Lingling burst into laughter through her tears. Han Feng had always made her happy since she was little, and that had never changed.

Then Han Feng looked at Han Dang, who was quite direct, saying only one sentence: "Never trust people too easily, always give it your all, and keep some trump cards up your sleeve. Also, come back soon!"

Han Feng grinned and said, "Don't worry, Dad! I'll definitely be back within four years!"

After leaving home, Han Feng went to Yuexuan.

Han Feng had originally planned to say goodbye to Qian Renxue, but yesterday Qian Renxue wrote to say that the Grand Elder was seriously injured and the palace was in a state of panic, so he could not come to see her off.

Although Han Feng was somewhat disappointed, he had no choice but to reply.

Today, classes were held at Yuexuan as usual. After Han Feng went up to the second floor, Tang Yuehua was teaching aristocratic etiquette. Han Feng did not enter the classroom or disturb Tang Yuehua. Tang Yuehua was not surprised by Han Feng's sudden appearance and simply continued teaching until the break. Only then did Tang Yuehua walk up to Han Feng and slowly say, "Are you leaving?"

Although it is a question, it has the tone of a declarative sentence.

Han Feng gave an awkward smile and said, "Teacher, you already know?"

"I already guessed it when you took twenty days of leave in a row," Tang Yuehua said with a slight smile, neither confirming nor denying.

"Uh..." Han Feng rolled his eyes and could only say, "Teacher is indeed incredibly insightful!"

"Hehe!" Tang Yuehua smiled gracefully, not minding Han Feng's perfunctory attitude, and simply asked, "Have you been practicing the vocal techniques I taught you regularly?"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng suddenly felt a little guilty.

For the past twenty days or so, he hasn't touched a musical instrument at all!

Han Feng studied vocal music to suppress his violent tendencies. Now that the source of those tendencies has been eliminated, how could Han Feng possibly remember so much?

But Han Feng couldn't say this directly to Tang Yuehua, so he lowered his head slightly and said, forcing a smile, "I dare not slack off!"

"You can't lie at all!" But Han Feng's rudimentary acting skills couldn't fool Tang Yuehua. Looking at Han Feng's stiff smile, Tang Yuehua sighed and said meaningfully, "A person can't just have great strength. Take my brother, for example. He was strong enough, wasn't he? But look at him now. If he had listened to my advice back then, he wouldn't be in such a state!"

"Regardless of your purpose in coming to Yuexuan, since you are my student and have sought my guidance in vocal music, even if you cannot become a true nobleman, you cannot be as uncouth as my brother!"

"The art of vocal music is more useful than you think. If you ever find yourself unable to calm your mind, take out your flute and play a few notes!"

Tang Yuehua's voice was calm and earnest, which drew Han Feng in.

"I will certainly live up to your expectations, teacher!" Hearing Tang Yuehua say this, Han Feng also felt that he might be able to study vocal music properly, even if it was just for entertainment.

"Go! I won't keep you any longer!" Tang Yuehua smiled gently and dismissed him.

Han Feng nodded and walked out of Yuexuan.

After Han Feng left, Xue Ke walked up to Tang Yuehua and said in a coquettish tone, "Sister Yuehua, why did he leave again? Did he come to ask for leave again?"

"How many times have I told you, you have to call me 'teacher' at Yuexuan!" Tang Yuehua sighed and gently stroked Xue Ke's delicate nose before adding, "Xiao Feng isn't here to ask for leave; he's graduated!"

"Graduate? Him?!" Xue Ke's bright eyes widened in disbelief. "His grades are so bad! He has no manners, no vocal talent, how could he possibly graduate early? Sister Yuehua, you're definitely being biased!"

Faced with Xue Ke's questioning, Tang Yuehua simply smiled and remained silent.

After leaving Yuexuan, Han Feng arrived at Shrek Academy and went straight to Dean Flander's office.

Once at Shrek Academy, Han Feng became much more unrestrained. He casually opened the door and saw Zhao Wuji, Grandmaster, Liu Erlong, Flander, and Ma Hongjun all there. He immediately laughed and said, "What a coincidence!? Everyone's here! I'll have to go find the rest one by one!"

Flander and the others were not particularly surprised by Han Feng's sudden appearance.

The master gave a stiff smile, as if he had already guessed, and said to Han Feng, "Are you planning to go on a training expedition?"

"Master is still so amazing! He can even predict the future!" Han Feng laughed and said with a hint of teasing.

"You think you're all grown up now? Daring to joke around with Xiao Gang!?" Hearing Han Feng's teasing, Liu Erlong immediately became furious. Her pair of emotionless eyes stared at Han Feng, which already made Han Feng's hair stand on end!

"How could that be!? I was just praising the master!" The fear brought on by those six months had not yet subsided. Faced with Liu Erlong, who was poised to attack, Han Feng's first reaction was to back down, and he said decisively.

Liu Erlong then let Han Feng go, but to Han Feng's surprise, upon hearing that he was leaving, Zhao Wuji grabbed him and began to lecture him: "Han Feng! This continent isn't like our academy. You won't have anyone backing you up outside. Be careful before you speak, don't be a reckless fool and provoke people you see. Think twice before you act!"

The words were all well-intentioned, but when put together, they just didn't feel right!

"Now I see! Teacher Zhao, you didn't intend to do me any good! So, according to you, I have to offend people every time I go out?! Can't I be kind to others?" Han Feng understood the meaning behind Zhao Wuji's words perfectly, his face immediately darkened, and he said angrily.

Unfortunately, everyone present, including Ma Hongjun, only looked at Han Feng with indifferent eyes in the face of his anger.

From those gazes, Han Feng gleaned a message—"I hope you have some self-awareness!"

Han Feng's face darkened even more, and in his anger, he directly unleashed his Soul King level cultivation!

The extremely pure soul power fluctuations enveloped the entire office; although there was no malice involved, it was still astonishing!

The sheer pressure generated by this soul power alone is enough to rival that of a Soul Emperor!

Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Han Feng smiled smugly and said arrogantly, "Even if I can't speak calmly to an idiot, can't I at least make an idiot speak calmly to me?!"

"Brother Feng! Please take me with you! Take me with you! I'll just be your leg accessory and won't get in your way!" Ma Hongjun shouted, trying to hug Han Feng.

For the past few months, he had been tormented by Flanders. Watching his brothers soar to new heights while he was still suffering from being scolded, Ma Hongjun had long since reached his breaking point!

Before Ma Hongjun could even rush out, Flander had already grabbed him and said indifferently, "Don't even think about leaving until you break through to Soul King!"

Ma Hongjun's chubby face immediately fell!

For the past ten months, he has been cultivating desperately, but he has only managed to reach level 48. To break through to level 50, it would take at least three to five months, if not a year or two. Just thinking about the terrifying life he has to endure for the next three to five months makes Ma Hongjun feel pain in his entire body.

Han Feng looked at Ma Hongjun and smiled gloatingly. Who told Ma Hongjun not to work hard enough before?

"Not bad! You are worthy of being my half-disciple. You are now qualified to graduate! When you go out to train in the future, you must not disgrace my name, Liu Erlong!" Liu Erlong laughed and said with great satisfaction.

"So you finally know I'm your apprentice!" Han Feng couldn't help but think to himself.

Those six months of cultivation, those who knew, thought it was the master training the disciples; those who didn't, would have thought it was a middle-aged woman abusing two young people in their prime!

(End of this chapter)