Douluo's Soul Power increases by two levels every year

Chapter 55 was arranged so clearly!

P.S. I saw some comments today and I'm a bit unsure how to respond... Some people don't like Ning Rongrong, some don't like Grandmaster, and some don't like Tang San, but that's how I wrote the outline. I don't have the ability to revise it, so I'm really sorry I can't satisfy all readers... If all else fails, I'll see if I can start another Douluo fanfic where everyone gets crushed in a few days?

P.S. 2. Many authors always say that the protagonist is a sycophant to the original characters, well... everyone has seen Han Feng's attitude towards Ning Rongrong, right? Wasn't it always Ning Rongrong who was fawning over Han Feng? Han Feng's attitude towards Grandmaster was at most respect for an elder. Even towards Tang San, Han Feng wouldn't be considered sycophantic...

PS3. Recommendations needed! This is terrible!

The master was very satisfied with Han Feng's initiative to admit his mistake, but he couldn't show it on the surface.

The master scoffed, "Hmph! Is this what Shrek Academy is all about?! Is this what monsters are all about?! You've utterly disappointed me! Your performance deserves punishment!"

Dai Mubai and the others were filled with shame, and Han Feng was also reflecting on his previous mindset. Naturally, no one would refute the master.

"Everyone, assemble at the village entrance!" the master shouted, then turned and left.

Dai Mubai and the others exchanged bewildered glances. Ma Hongjun whispered in Oscar's ear, "Why do I feel... Master seems so scary? I thought he was just an excellent chef!"

Oscar, too lazy to correct Ma Hongjun's question about whether Tang San was a chef or not, merely glanced at Tang San, then at Han Feng, and cautiously said, "You don't understand, do you? A strict teacher produces outstanding students. Third Brother's strength is inseparable from the master's guidance. Moreover, the master was able to subdue Han Feng with just a few words. I advise you to be more obedient!"

Ma Hongjun shrank his neck and muttered, "Then let's hurry to the village entrance... so we don't get late!"

"Let's go together!"

Oscar was also somewhat afraid and hurried towards the village entrance.

"Fengzi... are you alright?" Dai Mubai patted Han Feng's shoulder and asked with concern when he saw that Han Feng was still struggling with his thoughts.

"Hmm..." Han Feng frowned and gently shook his head.

Tang San also came up, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Han Feng, I'm sorry, I didn't know the teacher would say such harsh words!"

Ever since Grandmaster told Tang San about the preciousness of external soul bones yesterday, Tang San felt even more indebted to Han Feng. Now, Grandmaster's reprimand of Han Feng put Tang San in a very difficult position.

Han Feng shook his head again: "It's my problem. The master is right. I do have a problem with my mindset."

Upon hearing this, Tang San smiled with relief—based on his experience from two lifetimes, he naturally saw through Han Feng's seemingly approachable yet actually aloof mentality. However, Tang San couldn't say anything to Han Feng, so it was best that Han Feng could recognize the problem with his own mentality.

After all, as the team's commander, Han Feng, who seems to have no problems at all but is actually detached from the team, is the most troublesome for him.

Seeing this, Han Feng opened his mouth, but ultimately chose not to explain.

Tang San and the others misunderstood. Han Feng's self-reflection was not because of the Grandmaster, but because he realized he had been one-sided. The Grandmaster had only stumbled upon the truth by accident—no matter how wise the Grandmaster was, he could not have guessed that Han Feng had read the original work.

"Alright, alright! Let's go to the village entrance first!"

Dai Mubai chuckled, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Han Feng and Tang San both nodded. Faced with Dai Mubai's invitation, Tang San could only give Xiao Wu, who was not far away, an awkward smile and express his apology.

Following Tang San's gaze, Han Feng also saw the expectation and concern in Ning Rongrong's eyes. He frowned, but ultimately didn't give Ning Rongrong any look, only glancing at her briefly before choosing to avoid her gaze.

Ning Rongrong was somewhat disappointed, but she knew that Han Feng must be feeling very confused right now. Regardless of whether Han Feng was looking at her or not, she smiled reassuringly at him and whispered something while holding Zhu Zhuqing's arm.

"Big Brother Bai, what you told me that day, was it true?" Han Feng naturally noticed Ning Rongrong's change in expression, and suddenly felt a surge of irritation. He asked Dai Mubai for no apparent reason.

Dai Mubai was somewhat stunned: "That day? Which day? I've said so much, how would I know what that sentence was?"

"It's alright." Han Feng suddenly stopped asking and walked towards the village entrance on his own.

"Damn!?" Dai Mubai looked at Han Feng strangely, chased after him, and said sarcastically, "Fengzi, if you only say half of what you mean, you'll definitely get hemorrhoids within three days..."

Han Feng merely glanced at Dai Mubai: "Remember to wash your socks!"

Dai Mubai's expression froze instantly.

At the village entrance, Oscar and Ma Hongjun arrived early, standing behind the master with fawning expressions.

Ning Rongrong and the other two girls looked at Ma Hongjun and Oscar with disdain, but they were not ashamed at all, thinking to themselves, "You're not afraid of power, huh?! We'll see how you cry when the master punishes you later!"

They saw eight brightly lit baskets at the village entrance, each containing a large stone weighing at least twenty pounds. How could they not fawn over such a sight?

At this moment, Han Feng and his two companions finally arrived late, prompting Oscar and Ma Hongjun to exclaim, "The Big Three are indeed the Big Three; their courage is commendable!"

To their disappointment, the master did not fly into a rage as they had expected. Instead, he calmly pointed to the eight baskets at the village entrance and said firmly, "One basket for each person. You cannot use your soul power. Start from here and make a round trip to Soto City! If even one person fails to return, no one is allowed to eat!"

"A round trip to Soto!?"

"You're not allowed to eat!?"

Oscar and Ma Hongjun shouted at the same time, their four eyes wide open, staring at the master in disbelief, as if they wanted him to retract his decision.

Soto City is not close to Shrek Academy. Even with soul power, it would take an hour to go back and forth. Now, however, the master does not allow them to use soul power and they have to carry heavy loads. This round trip will take five or six hours.

Five or six hours later, it was past dinner time, which was worse than death for Ma Hongjun!

"Set off!"

To their surprise, the master completely ignored them and shouted sharply, startling them both.

Tang San naturally wouldn't disobey the Grandmaster's will, and nimbly shouldered the basket. Han Feng had already anticipated this, and also shouldered the basket. Dai Mubai was inherently strong, and with Tang San and Han Feng both acting, he too shouldered the basket without hesitation. Zhu Zhuqing, in her pursuit of strength, moved even faster than Dai Mubai. Although Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were unwilling, Han Feng and Tang San had no objections, naturally following their lead.

This made Ma Hongjun and Oscar burst into tears twice, and reluctantly carried the baskets on their backs.

When Han Feng put the basket on his back, he immediately felt a sudden weight on his body.

Han Feng weighed the stones in the basket; they must have weighed about twenty kilograms. This made Han Feng let out a silent, sinister laugh.

He remembered that the original story said it weighed fifteen kilograms, so the extra forty-plus kilograms were all prepared for him!

"You really think highly of me, Master!"

Despite these thoughts, Han Feng still ran out without hesitation.

It must be admitted that, for a transmigrator with "no background", accepting the guidance of a master is indeed a good choice. So many transmigrators became disciples of masters because they admired the masters' knowledge, didn't they?

Han Feng will not formally become a disciple of a master, but he does not mind having a master train him.

After Han Feng and the others left the academy, Flander appeared beside the master: "Wouldn't this be too harsh?"

"They are monsters, so naturally they should use monster cultivation methods! I've already calculated it all!" the master said dismissively.

Flander sighed, "You've planned everything too meticulously, that's why I'm worried! Not everyone is willing to push their limits!"

Upon hearing this, the master hesitated for a moment, then said, "If they can't even persevere like this, then they don't deserve to be called monsters!"

"Oh well! Whatever!"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the master, Flander could only sigh and say weakly, "You can arrange it yourself! But I must remind you, the academy doesn't have much funding. If you continue training like this without sufficient nutrition, the children's bodies will collapse sooner or later!"

The master pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll handle this. Go and prepare the medicinal bath! And while you're at it, find three girls from the village!"

"Xiao Gang... you've never been in charge of a household before. Once you are, you'll know how expensive firewood and rice are!" Flander sighed softly, making a complaint, but still left as instructed.

(End of this chapter)