Douluo's Soul Power increases by two levels every year

Chapter 252 The Allure of the Far North and Northwest

"Xiao Feng, you'll attract even more attention like this!"

Sitting in a restaurant, Qian Renxue smiled and said to Han Feng.

On the other side, Han Feng spared no effort in using his soul power to make everyone lower their heads—although it consumed soul power, Han Feng didn't want to see those annoying looks at all!

Hearing Qian Renxue's teasing voice, Han Feng gave a wry smile, casually flipped his hand and produced an ice crystal mask, handing it to Qian Renxue and helplessly advising, "That's why I had you wear this, Sister Qian..."

But Qian Renxue smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling like water, her beautiful eyes seeming to speak volumes, and she said sweetly, "I don't know how to wear a mask, I need Xiaofeng to put it on for me!"

Han Feng rolled his eyes, looking like he'd known all along, and with another flick of his wrist, the ice crystal mask disappeared once more.

This isn't the first time Han Feng has taken out a mask, and it's not the first time Qian Renxue has said this either!

Han Feng couldn't possibly believe Qian Renxue's words. If Qian Renxue could perfectly disguise herself as someone else, how could she not wear a mask?

No matter how you look at it, Han Feng felt that Qian Renxue was just teasing him!

Thinking about this, Han Feng couldn't help but feel troubled.

Qian Renxue knew she couldn't rush things, so she sighed helplessly and held out a hand to Han Feng, conceding, "Alright, alright! Give me the mask, I'll wear it!"

Han Feng was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly handed the ice crystal mask to Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue casually put on the mask, using a method to make her temperament less outstanding. Only then did Han Feng withdraw his pressure, and the entire restaurant seemed to relax. Heavy breathing sounds rang out, and even Han Feng couldn't help but scratch his head awkwardly.

Even so, it couldn't conceal the innate divine aura emanating from Qian Renxue. However, given Han Feng's previous intimidation, even if she were a true celestial being descended to earth, they wouldn't dare to give her a second glance. Now that Han Feng had withdrawn his soul power, they simply ate in silence, without even a whisper of discussion. It was eerily quiet!

Han Feng and Qian Renxue were lucky; they didn't encounter any Soul Kings or higher-level Soul Masters during their journey. Otherwise, given the customs and traditions of the far north, they probably would have had a fight.

"Xiao Feng, don't you need it yourself?" Qian Renxue frowned and asked with some dissatisfaction.

Han Feng raised an eyebrow, shrugged, pointed to his face, and grinned, "Sister Qianqian, look at me now, who would want to look at me? Besides, there's a bunch of grown men here, so what if they look at me? It's not like I'm going to lose a few pounds!"

It has to be said that Han Feng looks a bit too shabby now. He still has the basic features, but he is too thin, like a skeleton. Even Han Feng himself feels uncomfortable sitting on the stool!

Han Feng had no choice but to do something about it. He had consumed too much flesh and blood in order to break through his Qi and blood power, and he could only slowly replenish it.

"Me!" Qian Renxue suddenly exclaimed, startling Han Feng.

"You? What?" Han Feng blinked and asked softly.

Qian Renxue felt her face burning. If it weren't for the ice crystal mask covering her face, Han Feng would definitely have seen the bright blush on her face!

"It's nothing! What I mean is, I'm already wearing it, Xiaofeng, how can you not wear it?" Qian Renxue quickly waved her hand, trying to cover up her mistake.

Although Han Feng was puzzled, he could only nod and say, "Alright!" after hearing Qian Renxue's unquestionable tone.

As he spoke, Han Feng reached out and grabbed his face, revealing an ice crystal mask that perfectly covered the upper half of his face.

Han Feng was already very familiar with this move!

Both ice crystal masks were made by the same person, and Han Feng himself didn't have much artistic talent. The basic styles were similar, the only difference being that Han Feng's ice crystal mask only covered the area above the nose, leaving the mouth and chin perfectly exposed—how can you eat if your mouth isn't out?!

Han Feng has been starving for a long time, and he has so much flesh and blood to replenish. How can he survive without eating?!

There's not much palatable food in the wild, otherwise why would Han Feng have brought Qian Renxue to the restaurant so quickly?

Moreover, cultivating qi and blood power is different from cultivating soul power. When soul power is cultivated to the end, one can even absorb qi to eat and reach the state of abstaining from grains. However, cultivating qi and blood is different. Before one's physical body becomes a god, the need for food is enormous. If cultivating soul power is about absorbing the energy that roams between heaven and earth, then cultivating qi and blood requires absorbing the essence of food!

It's no exaggeration to say that Han Feng's appetite at this moment is comparable to that of a large soul beast of the same level!

"Now that's more like a couple!" Qian Renxue ignored all of that and nodded in satisfaction, saying meaningfully.

"My lords... please enjoy your snowfield beef!"

Just as Han Feng was about to ask further questions, the waiter brought over a table full of fatty beef. After speaking shakily, he turned and ran away, afraid of upsetting Han Feng and Qian Renxue.

Looking at the table full of delicacies, Han Feng's appetite was whetted. He didn't care about anything else and grabbed two slices of steak, stuffing them into his mouth.

Qian Renxue naturally didn't think Han Feng was rude. She also knew that Han Feng was starving. Han Feng's thin appearance made Qian Renxue feel sorry for him. She wished that Han Feng would eat more!

Unfortunately, neither Han Feng nor Qian Renxue were skilled with their hands. In the wild, they could only manage to cook food, which was practically inedible. So, during the days of their journey, the two of them could only barely survive on the dry rations stored in their soul tools.

Qian Renxue wasn't in a hurry. She quietly watched Han Feng eat and drink heartily, occasionally handing him a glass of water. When Han Feng had a brief respite, she softly asked, "Little Feng, did you come to this far north to hunt for a spirit ring for your second martial soul? Actually, you don't need to be in such a rush. If you really want to cultivate your twin martial souls to their peak, you can wait until you break through to the Title Douluo level before choosing a spirit ring for your second martial soul!"

"At that time, not only will the lifespan of the spirit rings be maximized, but the feedback power of the spirit rings will also allow for a rapid breakthrough to the peerless realm of level ninety-five!"

Although Qian Renxue does not possess twin martial souls, Bibi Dong does!

Qian Renxue had some authority to speak on the cultivation of twin martial souls.

Qian Renxue speaks in a very skillful way, so no one but Han Feng can hear her. Therefore, there is no need to worry about others discovering Han Feng's secrets.

Han Feng naturally understood what Qian Renxue was saying. He was not there to hunt for spirit rings; he was there to prepare for the divine test!

But just as Han Feng was about to speak, he realized that now was clearly not the time to tell Qian Renxue about the gods, so he changed his words, saying, "Don't worry! I know about that. I came to the far north only for training..."

Han Feng stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

He suddenly remembered that when he last entered the far north, there had been a force drawing him in; he wondered if it was still there!

That's something that even the God of Defense couldn't help but warn you about!

A divine artifact left behind by the God of Defense on the Douluo Continent? A 100,000-year-old soul bone that resonates with his second martial soul? Or perhaps a secret realm like the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well?

Han Feng didn't consider the possibility of becoming a deity. After all, he was already the successor of the God of Defense, and the God of Defense couldn't possibly pass him on to another deity, could he?

In the original story, the Sea God and the Asura God almost came to blows over who would succeed him!

"What's wrong?" Qian Renxue asked when she saw Han Feng hesitate.

"Oh, oh!" Han Feng snapped out of his reverie and said with a grin, "I just suddenly remembered that I seemed to have missed an opportunity when I went to the far north last time. I wonder if it's too late to go now!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's heart trembled, and her gaze softened even more.

How could Qian Renxue not know what Han Feng meant by "entering the far north last time"?

Thinking of how important she was to Han Feng, Qian Renxue felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. She scolded him, half-jokingly and half-reproachfully, "Honestly! All you do is cause trouble. What danger could I possibly be in? This time, you not only wasted four spirit ring slots of your second spirit, but you also missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Hurry up and leave! What if someone else gets it? We'll be at a huge loss!?"

As she spoke, she tried to pull Han Feng away.

But Han Feng remained unmoved, reassuring her, "Sister Qianqian, don't worry! The far north has existed for so long, and now that I've encountered it, it must be my destiny, something no one can take away! Right now, the most important thing is to eat! Only when you're full will you have the strength to look for opportunities!"

"Waiter! Bring me a few more hearty dishes! One fatty beef isn't enough!"

Han Feng wasn't planning to move until he was full!

Only then did Qian Renxue realize with a start that Han Feng had already eaten all the fatty beef on the table!

Looking at Han Feng's emaciated belly, Qian Renxue couldn't help but think, "If Xue Ke knew this, she would definitely be furious and accuse Heaven of injustice!"

(End of this chapter)