Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo.

"Little Oscar, hurry up." Zhao Wuji patted Oscar on the shoulder. With Tang Hao there, he was actually just there to put on a show.

Oscar nodded and gave everyone a grateful look before beginning to absorb his third spirit ring.

The rest of the people sat quietly to the side, waiting, resting and eating.

"The Phoenix-tailed Crested Serpent is a spirit beast known for its speed. If nothing unexpected happens, Oscar's third spirit skill this time should be an acceleration-type support spirit skill." The master took a sip of water and slowly analyzed: "For support-type spirits, acceleration is undoubtedly the most practical spirit skill."

Tang San nodded in agreement. After many years, his teacher was still as charming as ever.

While they were chatting idly, Tang San couldn't help but ask Grandmaster about Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei had defeated him with just one of his first soul skills, and Tang San still held a grudge about it.

"By the way, teacher, do you know what exactly is going on with Lu Mingfei's Dragon Might?" Tang San asked.

Although Tang Hao was knowledgeable, he could only guess that Lu Mingfei had probably absorbed the soul ring of a dragon-type soul beast and evolved in some way, unexpectedly gaining the mental suppression effect of mimicking dragon might.

The master had already learned what happened that night from Zhao Wuji. Although Tang San was indeed at fault, he was so badly hurt that he naturally wouldn't blame his disciple.

Since Tang San wanted to defeat his opponent, Grandmaster naturally had no choice but to support him.

"Lu Mingfei's first soul skill is taken from the Hundred-Year Sunflower. It is a simple self-enhancing soul skill that can amplify his mental power and should also enhance his vision."

"His Dragon Might likely comes from absorbing a hundred-year-old fire-type dragon soul beast into his second soul ring. His bloodline purity should be extremely high, and it also granted him explosive flames that are no less than those of a thousand-year-old soul skill."

"As for his third and fourth soul skills, no one knows them yet. Judging from your battle that day, Lu Mingfei's third and fourth soul rings may have absorbed dragon-type soul beasts. He has probably gone a long way in terms of suppressing dragon might, and the skills he has acquired are also exceptionally powerful."

"The spirit rings of dragon-type spirit beasts are so powerful?" According to the master's theory, Blue Silver Grass can also absorb animal-type spirit rings. If he had absorbed a spirit ring from a dragon-type spirit beast, would he be even more powerful now?

"The power of dragon-type spirit beasts is beyond doubt, but Xiao San, the best spirit ring is the one that suits you best." Tang Hao saw through Tang San's thoughts: "Lu Mingfei's spirit is of the spiritual attribute, which can be regarded as having no attribute, so it can be adapted to all kinds of spirit rings."

"But your Blue Silver Grass is a plant-type plant. If you want to pursue power blindly, but your Blue Silver Grass is not suitable, it will only hold you back."

"In that case, his eye spirit is truly blessed, practically without any weaknesses." Tang San couldn't help but feel a little envious; Blue Silver Grass was ultimately too weak.

"No, Xiao San, you're wrong!" But the master chuckled lightly: "The Eye Martial Soul may have no weakness, but Lu Mingfei's weakness is precisely his strength."

"Teacher, what do you mean? How can strength be a weakness?" Tang San looked at Master with confusion.

The master's stiff face revealed an unprecedented solemnity and seriousness: "Ever since news of Lu Mingfei spread across the mainland five years ago, I have been studying his martial spirit."

"The most essential aspect of the Eye Martial Soul is always spiritual power. He blindly pursues the power of the Dragon Might, but forgets that Soul Skills are the foundation of a Soul Master. This is putting the cart before the horse. Therefore, I say that his weakness is his current strength."

"Unless every subsequent spirit ring he acquires is from a dragon-type spirit beast with a mental attribute, thus gaining a mental attack skill."

"Otherwise, whether it's Dragon Might or Soul Skills, they will only become a mess in the later stages. If you can't reach the pinnacle in a certain aspect, you will definitely not become a strong person in the Title Douluo stage."

"But it's impossible for Lu Mingfei to do this. To date, no one has ever discovered a dragon-type soul beast with a mental attribute. Not to mention the mental attribute, even ten-thousand-year-old dragon-type soul beasts are extremely rare, and each one is almost comparable to a titled Douluo in strength."

“Even my father could only use lightning-attribute soul beasts as a substitute back then, so from the very beginning, Lu Mingfei’s path was destined to be a dead end.”

"This is the importance of vision. Don't be greedy for immediate power; consider long-term development. This is something you, as the mistress, must keep in mind."

Even Tang Hao couldn't help but nod in agreement with the master's words. The master was indeed quite skilled in the research of martial souls.

"In that case, Lu Mingfei's refusal of the teacher's guidance back then was indeed the biggest mistake of his life." Tang San couldn't hide his joy, after all, even his father agreed with the master's theory.

Originally, Lu Mingfei was an invincible enemy in his mind, but now it seems that he is not afraid of him at all.

Chapter 95 Little Red Riding Hood

"Xiao San, I understand you're ambitious and care a lot about Lu Mingfei, who's your age, but temporary wins and losses don't matter. If you lose, get back up."

"But you must understand that strength comes from one's own power, not from the weakness of one's enemy."

Tang Hao also noticed Tang San's smugness and couldn't help but shake his head, realizing that Tang San's mindset was still far from that of a true powerhouse.

"At least for now, Lu Mingfei's talent is undeniable. At twelve years old, he's at level forty-five. Even I back then couldn't compare to him. You should face the gap between you and work hard to cultivate. Don't let arrogance cloud your judgment."

Tang San looked at Tang Hao's serious eyes and couldn't help but lower his head. He understood that Tang Hao wanted to talk about the time he lost control and tried to hurt people with hidden weapons that night. Now that he had calmed down, he knew that such behavior would embarrass Tang Hao.

"I understand, Dad." Tang San's cold eyes were hidden by his hair. He clenched his fists and secretly vowed that one day he would defeat Lu Mingfei head-on and wash away this shame.

He was indeed wrong, but wasn't what Lu Mingfei did also humiliating him?

Tang Hao sighed helplessly. Because of his presence, Tang San had inevitably developed an arrogant mentality over the years due to having a powerful backer to rely on.

She appears mature in temperament, but in reality, she is not strong enough inside. If it weren't for her younger sister Xiao Wu, the situation would probably be even worse.

Lu Mingfei should have been their natural ally, but now that things have come to this point, perhaps only when Tang San can truly defeat him head-on can they force him to back down.

However, Tang San is ultimately his son. If Lu Mingfei dares to hold a grudge or join the Spirit Hall, Tang Hao will naturally not be lenient over such a trivial matter.

This continent has never lacked geniuses, but those who survive and are strong are the ones who deserve to be remembered.

"elder brother."

Xiao Wu quietly held Tang San's arm, knowing that Tang San had done something wrong, but she didn't say anything.

However, it is ultimately a good thing that Tang San can cheer up. If she were to bring up the matter of apologizing to Lu Mingfei again at this time, it would probably only backfire. Now that Tang Hao and the Grandmaster have comforted her, they should be able to reconcile with Mingfei in the future, right?

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A sparsely populated mountain road in the province of Silves.

The sky was gray-black, casting the shadows of clouds between the mountains, and the whole world was shrouded in a matte veil.

The heavy rain pounded on the bamboo umbrella, splitting into gurgling droplets that slid down the edge. Cool air and moisture enveloped Lu Mingfei's sleeves from all directions, making them wet and sticky.

Logically, as a literary and artistic person, Lu Mingfei should have spouted a few long and rambling lines of nonsensical poetry at this point.

For example, he doesn't care about the rain because his life has been filled with constant rain. Such apt remarks reveal the repressed, sentimental nature of a literary youth.

But Lu Mingfei had to admit from the bottom of his heart that he didn't like this kind of weather. That coastal city always had frequent rain, and in the summer it was also prone to typhoons.

When I was in junior high school, every time it rained after school, the gate of Shilan Middle School would be as lively as a market. All kinds of luxury cars were parked haphazardly, their hazard lights flashing a dazzling yellow light. Everyone was honking their horns incessantly. In the rain, the students couldn't recognize their own cars and wandered around like headless flies.

Except for Lu Mingfei.

Who cares if a teenager gets caught in the rain?

In fact, during the first year after his unreliable parents left, he hoped that on a rainy day, his parents would suddenly return to China and pick him up at the school gate in their old Santana, giving him a long-awaited hug.

That way, he wouldn't have to return to his uncle's house in such a sorry state, like a stray dog.

However, he never expected that it wasn't until the second semester of his third year of junior high school that his uncle and aunt used his child support money to buy a BMW, and he finally got rid of those days thanks to Lu Mingze.

Looking back now, I guess the child support wasn't a waste of money?

A muffled rumble of thunder sounded, and not only that, but also the neighing of horses' hooves and the cracking of whips could be heard behind us.

In such weather, even wild animals would choose to take shelter from the rain and rest; only bored creatures like humans would choose to travel in the rain.

Lu Mingfei turned around and instantly activated his Golden Eyes to take a look from afar. It was obviously unreasonable for a boy like him or a carriage to appear on such a mountain path that could not even be called a road.

It's either Little Red Riding Hood or the Big Bad Wolf.

The middle-aged man driving the carriage probably thought the same thing, and he couldn't help but slow down.

The carriage continued to move steadily forward without stopping, except that Lu Mingfei stopped.

“Uncle, are you also going to Silves City? Could you give me a ride?” Lu Mingfei waved to the carriage.

The middle-aged man driving the carriage seemed to have discussed something with the people inside, and then nodded to Lu Mingfei.

"Come on up, I'll give you a ride since it's on my way." The bald middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Uncle." Lu Mingfei folded his umbrella and got into the car happily.

As soon as I entered the carriage, a putrid and sour smell filled my nostrils. Compared to the spacious carriage on the outside, the interior was visibly cramped.

Two middle-aged men sat on either side of the car window. One wore a gray linen robe and had a gloomy face, while the other was burly and had various scars visible on his bare arms and upper body.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, thank you for letting me hitch a ride." Lu Mingfei touched his nose and carefully sat down on the seat next to him.

The middle-aged man in the hemp robe glanced at the storage soul tool on Lu Mingfei's right hand: "Young brother, you are a soul master. It's really impressive that you're out here making your way in the world at such a young age."

"No, no, I think the three uncles are also Soul Masters, and they seem to be very powerful." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"No comparison. Only our boss has one of these amazing spatial soul tools." The burly man chuckled憨厚ly. "But I should be able to get one today."

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Lu Mingfei clapped his hands.

Upon seeing this, the burly man and the middle-aged man in the hemp robe burst into hearty laughter, which also roused the bald man driving the car outside the carriage to laugh heartily.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the bald man gave a soft hum. As expected, things were settled inside.

So he called out twice into the carriage: "Second brother, third brother, have you taken care of the fat sheep? Go easy on him, that kid is a Soul Master, he can fetch a good price!"

Seeing that no one answered, the bald man became a little annoyed, thinking that his underlings were busy dividing the spoils and pretending not to hear, so he had no choice but to stop the carriage.

He's the boss, so he's the one who has to distribute things.

Just as his head was poking into the carriage, a tremendous force suddenly slammed into his face, sending him flying off the carriage.

Although he was severely injured and somewhat dizzy, his years of combat experience made him instantly summon his martial spirit to prepare for battle.

When he looked up at the carriage, a figure, both godlike and demonic, stood majestically, radiating a dazzling golden light.

The figure stepped into the raging storm, and the world was cut apart by a golden curtain. The wind and rain suddenly subsided, and the world fell silent.

The stinging pain in his eyes and the confusion in his mind caused him to lower his head instantly, kneel on the ground, and tremble.

The Soul Master level soul power he relied on for survival could not bring him any sense of security, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

Every cell in his body seemed to be groaning, simply because he had just looked directly into those golden eyes.

But divine might is like a prison, untouchable!

Chapter 96 Lu Mingfei and His Seven Pendants

Perhaps due to the excessive rainfall brought by the heavy rain, the tavern next to the Great Arena of Silves City was less noisy in the evening, and even had a faint atmosphere of loneliness.

Behind the counter, the proprietress, with her long brown hair and a touch of charming maturity, sat alone, lost in thought, occasionally taking a small sip of strong liquor, probably lamenting the dismal business of the day.

A moment later, the doorbell was rung, and the proprietress immediately stood up with a welcoming smile: "Welcome, how may I help you?"

The proprietress looked at the drenched kid, who was soaked to the bone like a drowned duck, with some confusion. She wondered what he was planning to do. Was he trying to find shelter from the rain because he didn't bring an umbrella?

"Never mind, there's not much business anyway." The proprietress waved her hand, not intending to kick him out. However, she was still a little curious. It had been raining heavily for most of the day. Was there something wrong with this child? Why didn't he bring rain gear and was only now looking for shelter?

Lu Mingfei expressed his helplessness, saying that he encountered three abducted children on his way here and escorted them all the way to the local Spirit Hall, even giving away the only umbrella he had on him.

To avoid attracting attention, he had no choice but to walk along the eaves of the houses on the street to avoid the rain. Who knew that the weather was deliberately working against him, as it rained harder and harder until he was soaked to the bone. He decided to just let it all out and get thoroughly soaked.

"Hello, give me five sandwiches and a glass of fruit wine. Also, where is the restroom?" Lu Mingfei handed over a gold soul coin.

The proprietress immediately flashed a bright smile, took the gold coin, and said gently, "Go straight to the end of the restroom and turn left."

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei quickly went to the restroom to change his clothes.

Although he was doing a good deed, he considered that there might be some trouble later, so he walked all the way to the vicinity of the Great Soul Arena where the crowd was the largest before stopping. Even if trouble came to him from there, he could immediately blend into the Great Soul Arena and get away.

When Lu Mingfei changed his clothes and dried his hair, the sandwiches and fruit wine were already prepared at the counter.

Lu Mingfei took the food to a spot by the window where he could easily observe what was happening outside and began to enjoy it.

"This world is truly rotten; even the government is directly involved in the buying and selling of people," Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, looking at the rain outside the window.

He spent three years traveling on the mainland, mostly training his body and using his spiritual powers in the mountains, but he also witnessed much of the chaotic nature of this world.

Come to think of it, what good things can those grotesque and misfit noble children in the Royal Academy do when they grow up?

Lu Mingfei didn't have any grand ideas about changing the world and saving people from suffering; at most, he just wanted to lend a hand and be a Robin Hood passing by.

He knew long ago that world peace was a joke.

"Hiss, this wine is so bitter." Lu Mingfei smacked his lips and looked around. He seemed to understand why this tavern was so deserted. If the proprietress were less attractive, the shop would probably have been smashed up long ago.

Left with no other choice, Lu Mingfei took out a few slices of lemon and some sparkling water from his spatial soul tool, and made some ice cubes, which finally made it palatable.

When he gets bored in the wild, he sometimes mixes his own cocktails to pass the time.

Indeed, rainy days are perfect for enjoying a drink by the window, listening to the rain, and daydreaming.

Before I knew it, night had fallen. Only the raindrops remained outside the window. The sky gradually cleared, and the moon broke free from the hazy clouds, casting its bright moonlight.

Although there was still a light drizzle, it couldn't dampen the restless hearts of the city's residents. As the night grew quiet, the Great Soul Arena once again came alive.

Lu Mingfei walked out of the tavern and followed the crowd into the Great Soul Arena. Although it couldn't compare to the one in Heaven Dou City, its scale was still quite grand.

Having bought a ticket to the main arena and some snacks, Lu Mingfei sat in a corner of the audience and began to pass the time.

Without the internet and television, the Great Soul Arena was probably the only relatively healthy form of entertainment for ordinary people in this world.

"Then let's welcome the Royal Fighting Team!"