Douluo's Soul Power increases by two levels every year

Chapter 5 Soul Hunting Forest, Four-Hundred-Year-Old Minotaur Lava Turtle

Since Han Feng's martial soul awakened, Zhang Lingling's doting on him has only increased, as if she understands that Han Feng will inevitably become a powerful soul master in the future and will not be able to accompany her every day as he does now. She has concentrated all the pampering she will give him for the next ten years into just a few days.

This infuriated Han Dang; thankfully, he hadn't severed ties with Han Feng!

However, Han Dang wasn't helpless against Han Feng. In order to get rid of Han Feng, he decisively sent him to the primary soul master academy in the city—how could a genius with innate full soul power not study? His actions were perfectly reasonable and definitely not for the sake of spending time alone with his wife!

Although I am a Soul Master, I am usually so busy, how can I have time to teach children!?

My wife is a Soul Master, but she's a support-type Soul Master, so it's not really her specialty...

However, the classes won't start for another two months, so Han Dang will have to endure it for another two months.

Han Feng had mentioned wanting to study at Notting City Academy, after all, he had inquired about it over the past six years and found that the current Pope of the Spirit Hall was Bibi Dong, and the Clear Sky Douluo had disappeared six years ago, so he should be the same age as Tang San.

Notting Academy has the adorable Xiao Wu, the theoretically invincible master, and even the future Sea God Tang San. How can you not try to curry favor with them?!

If his thighs were even as thick as Tang San's arms, he wouldn't have bothered to fawn over Tang San's leg!

Immortal herbs, the Sea God's test... which one can function without Tang San!?

However, before Han Feng could even voice his immature idea, Zhang Lingling had already rejected it.

Han Feng lives in Stan City, which is not only a long way from Notting City, but also not a place he can go to whenever he wants. Zhang Lingling couldn't even bear to send Han Feng to the Spirit Hall, let alone send him to Notting Academy, which is so far away!

If we go to the college in the city, we can at least see each other sooner or later. But if we go to Notting College, won't we only be able to see each other once every six months?!

He couldn't fight city hall; Zhang Lingling was the most powerful person in the family, so Han Feng had no choice but to give up.

Of course, as someone with innate full soul power, it's natural to hunt for soul rings. Taking advantage of the two months since the academy started school, Han Dang and Zhang Lingling brought Han Feng to the Soul Hunting Forest to prepare to hunt for Han Feng's first soul ring.

Although Han Dang is a defensive-type Soul Master and Zhang Lingling is an auxiliary-type Soul Master, neither of them has outstanding combat abilities. However, they are at least Soul Masters or Soul Venerables. They can easily defeat a small Soul Beast that is four or five hundred years old, even without using Soul Rings or skills, by simply overwhelming it with their Soul Power!

When Han Feng arrived at the Soul Hunting Forest, he discovered that all the fanfiction he had read in his previous life, with its protagonists instantly killing hundred-year-old and thousand-year-old soul beasts, was fake!

Even someone as overpowered as Tang San had to use almost every trick in the book to kill the Mandragora Snake by exploiting its weakness.

If it were an ordinary person like Han Feng, without any martial arts techniques or hidden weapons, how could he possibly fight a soul beast?!

Moreover, Han Feng was neither an assassin nor a special forces soldier in his previous life. The most difficult time he had was during university military training. His mental fortitude was only slightly above average. Those soul beasts were all fierce and ugly. Even if Han Feng had any skills, he wouldn't be able to use them in front of them!

Han Feng had indeed seen many Soul Masters with ferocious Martial Souls, but those were Soul Masters, completely different from Soul Beasts that exuded bloodthirsty aura!

Han Feng refused to believe that in his previous life, a normal person would be terrified if put in a cage with a tiger!

In his previous life, when Han Feng was twenty years old, he returned to his village and was a little scared when he saw the village goose, which was his childhood nemesis!

Helpless, Han Feng could only obediently hide behind Zhang Lingling and Han Dang, trying his best not to cause trouble for his parents.

In fact, in Han Dang and Zhang Lingling's eyes, this was already a sign of intelligence. After all, when a child is six years old, what child wouldn't cry and make a fuss when they see a ferocious soul beast?

"Dad, Dad! What kind of spirit beast do you think I should find for my first spirit ring?"

Han Feng followed closely behind Zhang Lingling, craning his neck to ask Han Dang.

Han Dang naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to show off in front of his wife and children. He nodded and replied, "Feng'er's martial soul is the Blazing Shield. Although it has the power of crimson flames, its true form is still a shield. In the future, it will definitely follow the path of a defensive soul master. Since it is a defensive soul master, a tortoise-type soul beast is naturally the most suitable!"

Zhang Lingling disagreed: "Why does it have to be a tortoise-type soul beast? Is my Crimson Flame not strong enough?!"

Faced with his wife's questioning, Han Dang naturally dared not contradict her, much less reason with her; he could only offer an awkward smile.

Han Feng frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "Can't we find a fire-type turtle?"

What was said in jest was taken seriously by Han Feng. As if suddenly remembering something, Han Dang laughed and said, "You've got a knack for quick thinking, kid!"

"Um?"

Han Feng was puzzled and could only cast a confused look at Han Dang.

Han Dang grinned, not bothering to hide anything, and explained, "It's just that you've had a stroke of luck, kid. A few years ago, when I was acquiring my fourth spirit ring, I encountered a Minotaur Lava Turtle with over two hundred years of cultivation. Over the past few years, it should have accumulated three or four hundred years of cultivation, which is perfect for your first spirit ring!"

When Han Feng heard that his cultivation level was two hundred years, he was somewhat disappointed. After all, he knew that the limit for a Soul Master's first Soul Ring was four hundred and twenty-three years, and two hundred years was twice as long!

But when Han Dang mentioned three or four hundred years, Han Feng smiled broadly, feeling very satisfied!

It's impossible to go beyond the age limit. I'm not some kind of god's child, my martial soul isn't some ultimate fire or ultimate ice, and I don't have any million-year-old soul beasts to sacrifice. How could I possibly challenge someone beyond the age limit?

Look at Tang San. Han Feng was reborn, and his mental strength was already considered strong compared to his peers. But Tang San cultivated the Purple Demon Eye since childhood, and his mental strength was much stronger than Han Feng's. In addition, with the nurturing of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, his physical body was no weaker than Han Feng's. Tang San had such difficulty absorbing a four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake. Only someone who was drunk could do such an irresponsible thing about life.

Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, Zhang Lingling is still watching from the sidelines.

When Han Dang mentioned that the bull-headed lava turtle had three or four hundred years of cultivation, Zhang Lingling became somewhat worried. If Han Feng dared to say he wanted to absorb five or six hundred years' worth of cultivation, Zhang Lingling was ready to make Han Dang kneel down and apologize.

There is indeed some truth to the saying that a doting mother often spoils her son.

The strongest soul beast in the Soul Hunting Forest outside Stan City is only two or three thousand years old. Han Dang, a Soul Master and a support-type Soul Venerable, can easily roam freely. He quickly led Han Feng and Zhang Lingling to find the Minotaur Lava Turtle.

Most turtle-type spirit beasts are lazy and often stay in one territory for three to five years, which is why Han Feng and his companions were able to find it so easily.

Upon seeing the Minotaur Lava Turtle before him, Han Dang's eyes lit up. He said to Han Feng, "Feng'er! This soul beast has over four hundred years of cultivation. Its defensive attributes are top-tier among its kind. What's even more remarkable is that its flames are no weaker than those of fire-type soul beasts of the same level. This should be your opportunity!"

As its name suggests, the Minotaur Lava Turtle resembles a turtle in both its limbs and shell, but it has a ferocious bull's head—more like a bone mask covering its head than a head. Fiery red patterns adorn the snow-white bull's head, and flames burn in its pupils, making it incredibly terrifying!

It was hiding in the cave, its eyes open but seemingly asleep. If we were to attack now, it wouldn't be impossible to defeat it in one strike!

Han Feng stared at the Minotaur Lava Turtle, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Suppressing his elation, he said to Han Dang, "It's decided! Dad!"

Upon hearing this, a look of satisfaction flashed in Han Dang's big eyes. He had been waiting for Han Feng to make a decision. After all, four hundred years of cultivation was already close to the limit of a Soul Master's first Soul Ring. If Han Feng was timid, Han Dang wouldn't say anything. But clearly, Han Feng's performance satisfied him!

"good!"

As soon as the word was uttered, Han Dang had already disappeared from the spot. Even if he wasn't an agility-type Soul Master, the speed of a Soul Master at the Soul Master level was beyond Han Feng's comprehension!

Han Dang didn't use any soul skills, or even summon his martial soul. He simply and brutally leaped up and punched the Minotaur Lava Turtle!

What a joke! With such a golden opportunity, how could Han Dang possibly not let his wife and children see him in such a heroic state?!

He especially wanted to show Han Feng that defensive-type Soul Masters were also very powerful!

That's exactly what his father, Han Feng's grandfather, did back then!

"roar!"

But the next moment, the Minotaur Lava Turtle suddenly moved and roared. Its voice was neither like a turtle nor a bull, but rather like the roar of a lion or tiger!

The Bull-Headed Lava Turtle's shell twitched slightly, and three fiery red round shields opened, lying horizontally in front of it!

Han Dang looked somewhat surprised: "Pretending to be asleep? Your intelligence isn't low!"

(End of this chapter)