Chapter 10 Breakthrough to Level

Ye Feng looked down at him and asked.

Upon hearing this, Orlan jumped up from the ground, not even bothering to brush off the dust, and bowed deeply to Ye Feng at a ninety-degree angle, his voice loud and sincere.

"I'm not playing anymore! I'm not playing anymore! I lost! I accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"

He looked up, chuckled, scratched the back of his head, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"Hello, my name is Orlan! You defeated me, so from now on, you're the leader of our work-study program!"

The speed of this change in attitude surprised Ye Feng.

He seems to be quite straightforward.

"Hello, my name is Ye Feng."

Ye Feng glanced around at the still-shocked teenagers and smiled:

"Don't call me 'boss' anymore, it sounds too formal. Just call me Brother Feng."

"Okay, Brother Feng!"

Orland was the first to respond, and he called out the name so smoothly.

The other boys also realized what was happening and joined in the shouting:

"Hello, Brother Feng!"

In an instant, the atmosphere in Dormitory 7 went from tense to lively.

Orlan moved closer to Ye Feng, rubbing his hands together with a curious expression.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, was that move you just used your soul skill? It was so cool! Did you create it yourself?"

This question piqued everyone's curiosity, and they all turned to look at Ye Feng, waiting for his answer.

Self-created soul skills?

Ye Feng smiled.

What kind of self-created soul skill is this?

This is merely the most basic form of energy utilization. In theory, any Soul Master with a pure elemental martial soul can do it, provided they have sufficient mental strength and strong control.

"No, it's just a simple attack method."

Ye Feng explained casually.

"what?"

Orland's mouth dropped open:

"Just a simple attack method? But... but isn't that a soul power projection that only soul masters can do?"

"Who told you that?"

Ye Feng countered with a question.

This left Orlan stumped.

It seems... it seems I heard a teacher mention it casually.

Ye Feng shook his head, too lazy to explain the complicated theories to them.

"As long as the attributes of the martial soul are pure enough, it is not too difficult to control mental power properly."

These words left the students of Dormitory 7 completely bewildered, but they all grasped a key piece of information.

Not difficult.

What seemed like miraculous methods to them were described as "not difficult" by the newcomer, Brother Feng.

This level of sophistication is off the charts!

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer, asking with a face full of admiration:

"Brother Feng, what...what level is your innate soul power?"

Level 7.

Ye Feng answered casually.

Level 7?!

The entire dormitory fell into a deathly silence once again.

Innate Level 7!

This number is practically legendary for work-study students like them, who generally only have level one or two, with level three being the highest level they can reach, and level four at most!

A once-in-a-century genius in Nottingham!

So it was him!

The expressions on everyone's faces as they looked at Ye Feng had completely changed from awe to worship, even fanaticism!

"Very good!"

Wang Sheng said excitedly:

"With Brother Feng around, our tough days as work-study students are finally over! Let's see who dares to bully us now!"

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, shattering his fantasy.

"I'm not going to fight for you."

As she spoke, she turned and walked back to her bed, where she began to slowly and methodically make up the mattress.

Everyone:

"???"

Everyone stood there, stunned, staring at the figure who had neatly spread out the blankets, their minds reeling.

What... what's going on here?

When you first become the leader, shouldn't you raise your arms and lead your brothers to fight and show off your power?

Why...why is it made up as a bed?

Just as the atmosphere in the dormitory was becoming a little strange, a lazy voice came from the doorway.

Who is Ye Feng?

Ye Feng stopped what he was doing and turned around.

"I am."

The teacher glanced at him up and down, but didn't say anything special. He just pointed to a pile of brooms in the corner outside the door.

"Oh, you're the new part-time worker. Perfect, come with me for a moment."

"From today onwards, you are in charge of cleaning the garden in the No. 3 teaching building on the west side of the college."

"Okay, teacher."

Seeing how cooperative he was, the teacher saved herself a lot of trouble and casually added a sentence.

"Okay, remember, tomorrow is the opening ceremony, don't be late."

After saying that, he turned and left on his own, as if he had only explained a trivial matter.

The students in Dormitory 7 looked at each other in bewilderment. Orlan was about to say something when Ye Feng stopped him with a gesture.

"Let's go to the cafeteria, I'm hungry."

Ye Feng dusted himself off and walked towards the door first.

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to swallow their questions and follow their new leader to the cafeteria.

……

Night falls, and the stars twinkle.

Inside the dormitory, snoring could be heard everywhere.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged on his bed, not falling asleep, but looking up at the bright moon outside the window.

His own martial soul is light and shadow, which is essentially pure light attribute.

Then... is it possible to cultivate using the starlight and moonlight?

The essence of meditation is to absorb the free energy between heaven and earth through the medium of martial spirit, and then feed it back into oneself, transforming it into soul power.

Since both are light, then starlight and moonlight should theoretically be possible as well.

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Why not give it a try!

Ye Feng immediately closed his eyes, focused his mind, and began to sense according to the guidance of the "Basic Meditation Method".

Time passed by, second by second.

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours later, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

Failed.

I did not feel any energy from starlight or moonlight.

Hmm! It seems I was being a bit delusional.

If this method is truly feasible, then among all the light-attribute soul masters in the Douluo Continent over the past ten thousand years, I certainly wouldn't be the first to discover it.

Especially the Spirit Hall's long-standing six-winged angel clan, they couldn't possibly have been unaware of this.

Is the method wrong?

Or is it that my soul power level is too low to draw upon this higher level of light energy?

Perhaps, we just haven't found the right way yet!

Ye Feng was not discouraged.

This direction must be explored in depth.

If successful, this would be nothing short of a natural, simulated training environment, which would be a qualitative leap in one's growth rate and should not be wasted!

……

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Notting College will be on holiday in a few days.

On his bed in the dormitory, Ye Feng opened his eyes, a dazzling golden light flashing in his pupils.

Become!

After a year of arduous training, he finally broke through the bottleneck and his soul power officially reached level ten!

However, the joy lasted only a moment before a new worry welled up in his heart.

Next, it's time to obtain the first spirit ring.