Chapter 23 Graduating Early, Ignoring the Clowns

The three cold words were squeezed out from between Ye Feng's teeth.

No longer bothering to pretend, she strode past Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang was taken aback by this sudden change.

He never expected that Ye Feng, who was "humbly seeking advice" just a second ago, would dare to treat him, a theoretical master, like this the next second.

By the time Ye Feng realized what was happening, he had already walked out of the shop.

"What...what did you say?!"

Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, a surge of anger at being mocked and humiliated welling up inside him. Pointing at Ye Feng's back, he roared in exasperation.

"Fine! You just wait! When we get back to the academy, I'll show you what I'm made of!"

Ye Feng did not stop walking at all, pretending not to hear.

Just wait!

If it weren't for the fear that the woman in Wuhun City would go crazy, I would really want to kill this bastard right now.

After calming his turbulent emotions, Ye Feng quickly returned to the inn.

Close the door to shut out all the noise from the outside world.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took out the thin booklet "Introduction to Distraction Control" from my pocket and my eyes fell on the cover.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The annual opening day has arrived at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

The campus was bustling with activity, filled with the excitement of freshmen and the commotion of upperclassmen.

However, all of this had nothing to do with Ye Feng.

While other students were still preparing for the new semester, he went straight to the college's academic affairs office and knocked on the dean's office door.

The dean was a kind-looking old man who still had a deep impression of the name Ye Feng.

After all, in a place like Notting City, one person with innate seventh-level soul power might not appear for decades.

"Ye Feng, what can I do for you? Is there anything you're finding difficult about life at the academy?"

The dean put down the documents in his hand and asked gently.

Ye Feng shook his head and got straight to the point.

"Dean, I'm here to apply for graduation."

"What?"

The dean thought he had misheard, adjusted his glasses, and asked again to confirm:

"Graduate? You've only been enrolled for a year, and your soul power has just reached level twelve. Isn't it a bit too early to apply for graduation now?"

"It's getting late."

Ye Feng's attitude was very firm:

"I have mastered all the basic knowledge that the college can teach."

Whether it's martial spirit theory or a soul beast encyclopedia, I've basically read all the books in the library.

"As for practical application... the teaching at the academy is of little significance to me."

These words were very direct, even somewhat arrogant.

But when Ye Feng said it, it carried an undeniable confidence.

The dean remained silent.

He carefully examined the boy in front of him.

He had long silver hair, an unusually handsome face, and a composure and calmness far beyond his years.

It is clear that it would be a waste to restrict a genius like Ye Feng with conventional educational methods.

There's really not much the college can give him anymore.

Rather than letting him waste his time in the academy, it's better to let him go to a wider world.

"I see."

After a long pause, the dean nodded and took out a form from the drawer.

"Since you've already made up your mind, I won't try to persuade you anymore. Fill out this graduation application, and I'll sign it for you."

"Thank you, Dean."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Feng picked up the pen and quickly filled in his information.

The whole process was swift and efficient.

When Ye Feng walked out of the academic affairs office with his stamped graduation certificate, he felt a sense of relief.

The shackles that bound you have been removed once more.

Back at Dormitory 7, Orlan, Wang Sheng, and others were gathered together, excitedly discussing their plans for the new semester.

Seeing Ye Feng push the door open and come in, Orlan casually put his arm around his shoulder.

"Brother Feng, where have you been? The teacher just called to say there's an opening ceremony this afternoon, don't be late!"

Wang Sheng also came over, a simple and honest smile on his face.

"Yeah, Brother Feng, I heard there are several beautiful female students this year. Let's go check them out together."

Ye Feng looked at his roommates, with whom he had lived for a year, and a rare gentleness appeared on his face.

He took out the graduation certificate from his pocket and waved it in front of everyone.

"You can go see for yourselves from now on. I've graduated."

"What?!"

Orland's voice suddenly rose, he snatched the paper, and his eyes widened.

"A graduation certificate?! Feng, are you kidding me? It's only the beginning of the semester!"

Wang Sheng and the other work-study students also gathered around, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

"Brother Feng, why are you leaving?"

"Yeah, we'd love to follow you."

The atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly changed from lively to quiet.

Ye Feng patted Orlan on the shoulder and took the graduation certificate back.

"All good things must come to an end. The academy has nothing more to teach me, so staying here is a waste of time."

After scanning the crowd, he finally took out dozens of gold soul coins from his money bag and stuffed them into Wang Sheng's hand.

"Take this money. Don't let anyone bully you in the academy."

Orlan, you're the strongest, so please take care of everyone.

Although the year they spent together was short, the simple and honest work-study students in Dormitory 7 truly made him feel a long-lost warmth.

Orlan, his former defeated opponent, had tears welling up in his eyes.

"Brother Feng...where will you go from now on?"

"I don't know. Let's find a place to stay first and focus on cultivation."

Ye Feng's answer was concise and to the point.

I packed my meager belongings, which consisted of only a small bundle.

"I'm gone."

There were no extra words, no drawn-out farewells.

Ye Feng slung his bag over his shoulder and, under the reluctant gazes of everyone, turned and walked out of Dormitory Seven.

However, just as he reached the academy gate, a figure he had anticipated blocked his way.

Yu Xiaogang.

He seemed to have been waiting there on purpose, his face showing barely suppressed anger and a cold smile.

"Ye Feng! You dare show your face in front of me again! You escaped from the shop last time, but today, this master will show you what it means to respect your teacher!"

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, looking as if he was about to confront Yu Xiaogang.

In his view, since Ye Feng came to school today, he was still a student of the academy, and he had countless ways to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ye Feng look at him like he was an idiot, then walk around him and head straight for the school gate.

This feeling of being completely ignored instantly brought Yu Xiaogang's anger to its peak.

"Stop right there!"

He took a step forward and blocked Ye Feng's path again, almost roaring as he spoke:

"What kind of attitude is this! Do you believe me or not...?"

"Believe it or not, you can go complain to the dean and make sure I don't graduate!"

Ye Feng finally stopped and looked at him with amusement.

Yu Xiaogang was taken aback, then snorted coldly.

"Looks like you're not entirely stupid! Apologize to me right now, and I might consider being lenient!"