Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo.

Putting on the gloves and shoe covers he had prepared in advance, Lu Mingfei began searching for possible clues.

The correspondence between the other party and Tang San and Tang Hao will definitely be destroyed. What Lu Mingfei is looking for is not those things, but the other party's martial soul research records.

He had made such a name for himself in the Heaven Dou Empire, so Tang San and Grandmaster couldn't possibly ignore him. What he needed to assess was their current hostility towards him.

Some malice may remain hidden in one's heart forever and never be spoken aloud, but as a member of the literary society, he still possesses a certain ability to appreciate language, and the emotions conveyed between the lines cannot be concealed.

Just like my cousin Yun Zhonghe always seems to have bad luck.

Right next to the desk, on the bookshelf, in the most convenient position for the master to reach when he sits down, there is a handwritten record of martial spirits.

It looked quite old. Lu Mingfei carefully opened it and flipped through a few pages. There were annotations on everything from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex to the Clear Sky Hammer, Blue Silver Grass, and several other powerful martial souls. But when he turned to the last page, what appeared was the golden eye that was pretending to be his.

Other martial souls usually take two or three pages, Blue Silver Grass takes seven or eight pages, but this Eye Martial Soul Master wrote more than ten pages.

There are many signs of deletions, modifications, and additions on the surface, which shows the master's meticulousness.

Lu Mingfei glanced at it briefly and found that there was no evidence, it was mostly hearsay and fiction. The master clearly had the potential to write science fiction.

However, the final conclusion surprised Lu Mingfei somewhat.

In conclusion, the Golden Eyes martial soul far surpasses ordinary organ-type martial souls; it is extremely powerful and should not be underestimated. If facing an enemy, one must attack their vital points, disrupt their vision, and aim for their eyes.

"Good heavens!" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shake his head. The last few words were written with such force that they seemed to pierce through the paper.

It goes without saying who this annotation was written for. After so much research, the final solution we came up with was to destroy his martial spirit.

Then consider Tang San's skill in throwing stones. If he were to become teammates with someone like that, he would probably have to worry every day about whether his eyeballs would be poked out by the other person.

"Two petty people," Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, then immediately restored everything to its original state and turned to leave.

Humans are visual creatures that rely on first impressions. There are 20,000 people in the world who will fall in love with you at first sight, so there will definitely be one or two people who will find you utterly repulsive.

When Lu Mingfei first met Tang San, he provoked Tang San to the point of fainting, and then all these accidents happened.

It's easy to imagine that Tang San had already tacitly accepted him as an invincible enemy.

He doesn't try to please others; he always remains wary.

"You little brat, you're so young and already doing bad things, all you do is think about using hidden weapons to hurt people and gouge out their eyes, huh? Just you wait, I'll show you what static heating really means!"

Chapter 83 Tang Hao's Scheme

On a desk bathed in the afternoon sunset, a white camellia blooms in a rough porcelain vase.

Through the camellia bush, a little girl in a white dress, bathed in the red glow of the setting sun, staggered toward the desk.

"Daddy, hug me."

The girl's innocent voice rang out, and Su Yuntao, who was sitting at the desk, put down the quill pen in his hand, stretched, and stood up.

"Lulu, did you listen to Mommy today?" Su Yuntao picked up his daughter and teased her.

"Be good." The little girl nodded, kissed her father's face, and made Su Yuntao laugh heartily.

"Yuntao, are you hiding something from me?" Su Yuntao's wife walked into the study with an unfriendly tone, staring at her husband.

"Sisi, what's wrong? How could I possibly be hiding something from you?" In just a few seconds, Su Yuntao went through everything from secretly giving his daughter snacks last week to his own bedwetting when he was five years old.

Seeing his wife's furious expression, he truly felt innocent.

"Fine! You still dare to deny it? Wasn't that bag of gold soul coins under the wardrobe yours? I counted them, a total of one hundred gold coins and eight silver coins, some in small change and some in larger amounts. You still say it's not your secret stash?" Sisi stood with her hands on her hips, looking fierce. "Tell me honestly, how many years have you been hiding it?"

"How could there be money under the wardrobe?" Su Yuntao was both amused and exasperated. One hundred gold soul coins was neither a lot nor a small amount for him, but he handed over all his salary and savings. How could he possibly hide such a large sum of money?

"Fine, if you didn't hide it, did it just fall from the sky? Hiding money isn't a big deal, but you're still trying to deny it. You're not getting into my bed tonight."

"Really?" Su Yuntao's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously touched his kidneys. "I'm sleeping with Lulu tonight."

"Dream on! Don't get out of bed tonight. You're hiding your secret stash of money and going out drinking and carousing with your cronies, aren't you? Let's see if you dare to do it again!" After saying this, Sisi picked up her daughter and carried her in her arms.

"No, Sisi, I'm really innocent!" Su Yuntao quickly chased after her.

Outside the window, the setting sun hung obliquely on the city wall, casting a bright red glow on Lu Mingfei. He scratched his face, listened to the farce coming from the window, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, licking his lips. He probably didn't mean any harm.

Before it got dark, he quickened his pace to leave the city. Tang Hao could appear at any moment, and since he had finished his business, it was best to make a quick getaway.

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Late at night, the rooms on the top floor of Notting College were brightly lit.

In the wooden cup, clear tea steamed, and a golden halo rippled in the still-undisturbed water. In the reflection, one could see black birds flitting among the treetops outside.

The master sat upright, his head bowed as he wrote furiously on several pages of yellowed white paper. He would pause occasionally to think, take a sip of tea, and then continue writing. This continued until several pages were filled with deletions and revisions before he finally stood up and let out a long sigh.

He picked up the cup, took a sip, turned around, and nodded slightly to the figure that had suddenly appeared beside him: "You've come."

"You're writing so diligently, I didn't want to disturb you." The other person said, "The mistress misses you a lot and keeps asking when you can come over."

The master poured a cup of tea for the other person as well.

“I also want a mistress, but it’s not the right time yet. There were still traces of those spies in my room yesterday; they haven’t completely given up.” The master sighed helplessly, “However, they should give up soon.”

Lu Mingfei was right. The master was an extremely self-disciplined person. He had lived in this room for almost twenty years and was alert to even the slightest change.

Such things have happened from time to time over the years; even the spatial soul tool on his wrist has been stolen before. However, he has never left any clues, and this time is no exception.

Tang Hao nodded; he trusted the master quite well in this regard.

"It won't be long. After Xiao San breaks through to the Soul Venerable realm, I plan to send him to Heaven Dou City to broaden his horizons and gain some experience," Tang Hao said slowly.

Upon hearing this, the master pondered for a moment before speaking with some doubt: "In a few years, Xiao San's appearance will have changed drastically. He should indeed go out and see the world. However, Tian Dou City is a mixed bag of people. Wouldn't he and Xiao Wu be too conspicuous?"

“I contacted the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and they are willing to help. With them, Xiao San and his classmates can easily join the Advanced Soul Master Academy. I plan to have Xiao San and his classmates participate in the Soul Master Competition five years from now.”

"The Soul Master Competition?" Grandmaster frowned. "Although Xiao San's second soul ring absorbed the hundred-year-old Nether Vine and no trace of Blue Silver Grass can be seen, participating in the competition is still too risky, isn't it?"

Tang Hao shook his head: "There won't be any danger. Even if there is, I will protect Xiao San. I need to use this competition to let Xiao San make her debut and give our allies some confidence."

"With five years, Xiao San and his classmates should be able to achieve a relatively high ranking. At that time, I will reveal the matter of Xiao San's twin martial soul to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and win over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Heaven Dou Empire."

"That makes sense." Grandmaster was also quite interested in the Soul Master Competition, as it was the highest-level competition for young Soul Masters. If Xiao San could make a name for himself, it would prove his theory.

"However," the master said with a hint of regret, "if it were the class five years from now, wouldn't the mistress's brilliance be overshadowed by someone else?"

The master didn't say it explicitly, but both of them knew who this "someone" was.

A nine-and-a-half-year-old Soul Master who defeated the Star Luo White Tiger with a Soul Power exceeding level eight—each of these achievements represents the aptitude of an unparalleled genius. Even though Tang San possessed twin martial souls, he was far inferior to him in the early stages.

"This is also one of the things I'm considering. Lu Mingfei has great potential for the future and is someone we should try to win over."

“Although Xiao San had some unpleasantness with the other party before, it was just a trivial matter. As long as he is not a member of the Spirit Hall, everything is fine,” Tang Hao said slowly.

Actually, when he heard that Lu Mingfei had defeated the First Prince of Xingluo, he already regretted it a little. If he had known earlier that the Eye Martial Soul had such potential, he would have kidnapped the other party on the first day.

But later, Lu Mingfei left too conveniently, and the 100,000-year-old soul beast was even more important. Unexpectedly, a big fish was missed.

"That's true." The master nodded. Their goal was to overthrow the Spirit Hall, and they couldn't let go of any force they could win over. Xiao San's twin spirits had an advantage in the later stages, and the Clear Sky Hammer was far more powerful than the so-called eye spirit.

“However, I recently heard that he seems to have left Heaven Dou City and is traveling across the continent. If he is recruited by the Spirit Hall…” Grandmaster did not speak further.

"Don't worry, Master. He's a clever kid. After all these years in Heaven Dou City, he must understand the current situation. Since he chose Heaven Dou Royal Academy, he won't easily join the Spirit Hall. But even if that day comes, the Spirit Hall won't succeed." Tang Hao's tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable confidence.

He could accept Lu Mingfei being recruited by the royal families of two countries and by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but he absolutely could not accept Lu Mingfei being recruited by the Spirit Hall.

The master understood that this might also be one of the reasons why Tang Hao wanted Tang San to go to Heaven Dou City. As long as they were under their watchful eyes, they wouldn't be afraid that Lu Mingfei would make the wrong choice.

Chapter 84: Joys and Sorrows Known Only to Oneself (Progress Accelerating)

"Who's talking about me again?"

In a secluded valley, Lu Mingfei sat with his legs crossed in front of a campfire. The golden light in his eyes had just begun to shine when he couldn't help but sneeze.

In the middle of summer, with a fire burning nearby, it's impossible for him to have caught a cold.

However, he didn't have time to think about such trivial matters right now. A low, hoarse dragon chant echoed in his throat, and an invisible domain spread out. Wind swirled around the fire, instantly forming a small fire tornado.

Oxygen was continuously drawn in from the surroundings and gathered in the flames, which swirled and danced, and heat waves surged.

Soon the firewood below was completely burned away, leaving no trace. Only then did Lu Mingfei stop pumping oxygen, but the tornado of the Eye of the Wind King was still maintained in mid-air.

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes lit up as he began to issue commands to the tornado in front of him.

Remove impurities, purify, and compress.

The tornado is getting smaller and its flow rate is getting slower, but the internal pressure is constantly increasing.

The next moment, the mini tornado, compressed to the diameter of a palm, contracted, extended, and descended according to Lu Mingfei's will, entering the long, narrow water storage container that had been specially prepared beside him.

The water and air currents swirled and intertwined in the container, but thanks to Lu Mingfei's meticulous control, the container always maintained its balance.

At ten seconds, the tornado began to slow down rapidly and eventually disappeared completely inside the container.

After finishing all this, Lu Mingfei wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

The power of words is not necessarily greater the effect; precise control is a better indicator of proficiency in words.

If it were just about creating a giant tornado that's tens of meters long, it wouldn't be a difficult task for him right now.

But that palm-sized tornado had almost consumed a third of his strength.

The Eye of the Wind King not only controls the speed of airflow, but also allows the user to manipulate the wind element at will, discarding or extracting specific gases from the air, compressing or even purifying them.

The most convenient and practical is oxygen, which is the second most abundant element in the atmosphere and can effectively help the fire element heat up and aid combustion.

However, Lu Mingfei was trying to artificially create carbon dioxide tonight.

"This is the perfect sour and refreshing taste!" Feeling the slightly sour and explosive sensation in his mouth as the sparkling water entered his mouth, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but take a big gulp and let out a satisfied burp.

He then quickly added some honey and fruit juice that he had prepared beforehand to the container, and a glass of medieval fruit sparkling water was officially completed.

While it's nowhere near as good as real cola, it does have a similar flavor.

Training that allows you to practice your verbal skills and create delicious drinks is what life is all about.

"Right, it seems like something's missing." Lu Mingfei's soul power surged in his hand, and a ring of ice quickly began to condense on the cup.

Ever since Lu Mingze created the Ice and Fire Dragon Wings for him, even without igniting his Golden Eyes, his soul power has gained the ability to create flames and ice.

In terms of flames, this power is naturally not as strong as the Sovereign Flame, but it does not require opening a domain or chanting. As for the power of ice, it can directly draw moisture from the air and gather it into ice blocks of various shapes.

With both the Fiery Cloud Palm and the Heavenly Frost Fist at the same time, if he can't find a job after going back, he can just go sell grilled sausages and shaved ice near the school without worrying about not being able to pay the electricity bill.

Of course, the true power of the Ice and Fire Wings lies in the increased speed and enhanced physical attributes.

When flying at the fifth-order instantaneous Mach, the enhancement provided by the Ice and Fire Wings not only increased his speed by several times, but also greatly increased his endurance.

Although his soul power level only increased by two levels, the degree of soul power condensation was unmatched even by a Soul Master. His soul power was already exceptionally strong, and now it was at its maximum endurance.

With his current soul power, he probably already possesses the strength to contend with Yu Tianheng's transformed left arm.

Lu Mingze, that little devil, really gave him some great equipment. Although he knew he only got a small share, it was better than getting nothing at all. Now that he thought about it, the artifacts were too high-end. At his level, he probably couldn't use them now.

As for the enemy that only divine artifacts can fight in the future, Lu Mingze can't just ignore it, right?

After working so hard, Lu Mingfei lay on the grass on the hillside, admiring the brilliant summer starry sky and enjoying an ice-cold carbonated drink. Instantly, he felt as if he had returned to his uncle's secret rooftop base, enjoying the evening breeze and drinking iced cola. He laughed without a care in the world.

He wasn't happy about his silly feat; he just suddenly felt like laughing because he remembered those familiar memories, familiar tastes, and familiar people.

Three years have passed, and he's been wondering where his future lies. He's thinking about Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen is a junior in college now. She's so popular, there must be a lot of people who have confessed to her. Maybe she's already accepted some rich and handsome guy.

But what's the use of thinking about it?

That idiot of his, liking such a wonderful girl, was destined to be a tragedy.

Chen Wenwen is probably enjoying romantic moments with an equally great boy, perhaps even kissing right now...

This sad story will probably end with that amazing girl wearing a wedding dress, right?

Unrequited love, which can't even be called love, is ultimately unsolvable.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

One hand loosened the cup that Lu Mingfei was holding, and Lu Mingze picked it up and took a sip: "It tastes terrible, brother. It's clearly made with honey and juice, but it tastes more bitter than tears. With this kind of skill, you shouldn't even think about opening a snack shop."

However, despite saying that, he never put his hand down and continued to drink sip by sip.

Lu Mingfei hummed, offering no reply, only trembling slightly.

“No one can escape sorrow.” Lu Mingze stroked Lu Mingfei’s disheveled hair. “Sorrow is the real devil; the stronger it is, the deeper it hides.”

"But don't be afraid, brother. I will always be with you. If anyone blocks our way home, we will... kill them together."