Chapter 24 Leaving Nottingham: An Initial Breakthrough in Distraction Control

Ye Feng slowly took out the graduation certificate from his pocket and unfolded it in front of him.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm no longer a student at Notting College."

Yu Xiaogang's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Graduation certificate... This is impossible! How could you have graduated?!"

He snatched the paper and examined it closely for the red seal and the dean's signature. The color drained from his face, replaced by a grimace.

All the plans, all the prepared rhetoric and tactics, became a joke at this moment.

They're no longer students at Notting College, so what makes them think they can use their "master" status to intimidate others?

"You idiot, just you wait!"

Unable to catch his breath, Yu Xiaogang trembled with anger, and could only squeeze out this meaningless harsh remark through gritted teeth.

Ye Feng had no interest in even glancing at him. He took back his certificate, brushed past this clown, and walked out of the gates of Notting Academy.

Behind him came Yu Xiaogang's furious roar, which sounded like he was about to devour someone.

Ye Feng simply pursed his lips in response.

He's just a theoretical waste living in his own world. If he didn't have so many concerns, he would have a million ways to shut this person up forever.

After leaving the academy, Ye Feng did not linger at all.

Nottingham may not be a large city, but it's not small either. Finding a quiet place where you won't be disturbed is not difficult.

They specifically chose to walk through those remote and dilapidated streets and alleys.

Most of the houses here are old, with peeling paint, covered in moss, and the air is filled with a damp and rotten smell.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and the few you did encounter were mostly poor people in tattered clothes with blank expressions.

This is exactly what Ye Feng wanted.

In places like this, no one will care about a new neighbor.

At the very end of an alley, I saw a small house with a courtyard.

The courtyard wall was half collapsed, overgrown with weeds, and the wooden door was teetering on the verge of collapse, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

A crooked wooden sign hung on the door, with the word "For Rent" written on it in clumsy handwriting.

Ye Feng stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, a thin, withered old man wearing a greasy coat poked his head out and looked him over warily.

"What are you doing?"

"Renting a room".

Ye Feng's words were concise and to the point.

The old man glanced at him up and down a few times and saw that although he was dressed plainly, he was clean and tidy and had an extraordinary air about him, unlike the poor locals.

"Five gold soul coins, one year."

The old man extended a withered finger.

This price, in this location, is clearly outrageous.

Ye Feng didn't even bother to haggle over the price.

He pulled out five gold soul coins from his pocket and threw them over.

"key."

The old man hurriedly caught the gold soul coin, bit it with his teeth, and after confirming that it was genuine, the wariness on his face instantly turned into a fawning smile.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir!"

He turned and went inside, quickly took out a bunch of rusty keys, and handed them to Ye Feng.

"This yard is yours from now on. Do whatever you want with it!"

Ye Feng took the key, said nothing, and turned to leave.

He doesn't need to build unnecessary relationships with anyone.

That's all there is to it.

Next, they went to the market in the city and bought some daily necessities such as pots and pans, bedding, and clothing.

Keep everything simple; as long as it works, that's fine.

When I returned to that dilapidated courtyard carrying large and small bags, it was already evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the weeds in the yard in a golden hue.

Ye Feng put his things down and didn't rush to tidy up the house. Instead, he started clearing away the weeds in the yard and then found some planks and stones to reinforce the half-collapsed courtyard wall.

Finally, he walked to the dilapidated wooden door, slammed it shut, and bolted it.

"Crunch—"

A dull thud shut out everything from the outside world.

From this day forward, this will be his sacred place of cultivation.

Night falls.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged in the center of the cleaned courtyard.

Instead of rushing to cultivate his soul power, he took out the thin booklet "Introduction to Distraction Control" from his pocket.

His experience in the Star Dou Great Forest made him realize that relying solely on soul skills and external soul bones is not enough.

In a real life-or-death struggle, any carelessness could be fatal.

Creating one's own soul skills will be the biggest trump card for survival in the future.

"Light-particle theory"

It was a concept he came up with by combining his knowledge of physics from his previous life, and its core was the ultimate compression and control.

"Distraction Control: A Beginner's Guide" is the key to realizing this idea.

Close your eyes and, following the methods in the booklet, begin to try to guide your spiritual power.

The first step in distraction control is to break down the complete mental energy into several independent and non-interfering streams.

It's like having one brain think about several different problems at the same time.

The initial attempts were painful and tedious.

Ye Feng felt as if his head was about to be torn apart.

He tried to split his mental energy into two streams, but the two streams were like mischievous children; as soon as they separated, they became entangled again and even collided with each other, causing a sharp pain in his brain.

Sweat trickled down his forehead.

failure.

Come again.

I endured the discomfort and tried again and again.

From two points to three points.

Each time a new stream of spiritual energy is added, the difficulty increases exponentially.

The consumption of mental energy is much faster than the cultivation of soul power through meditation.

Within just one hour, I felt dizzy and lethargic.

But they did not give up.

Genius is 99 percent inspiration and 1 percent perspiration.

He may have that one percent inspiration, but without that one hundred percent hard work, it's all just empty talk.

This process repeated itself all night long.

Failure, failure, and more failure.

Until the sky began to lighten with the first rays of dawn, the darkness was finally broken.

When the golden sunlight shone on him, Ye Feng felt a jolt.

The luminous soul power within his body resonated strangely with the dawn.

In that instant, a sudden inspiration struck.

Why is it necessary to forcibly "tear apart" mental energy?

Light itself is composed of countless light particles.

His soul power martial soul is essentially light.

What needs to be done is not to divide, but to "guide".

Close your eyes again. This time, instead of forcibly separating your mental energy, imagine it as a calm lake.

Then, using spiritual power as a guide, he gently "picked up" a wisp of the purest luminous soul power from the soul power vortex within his body.

This wisp of soul power, enveloped by his spiritual power, transformed into an incredibly thin golden thread of light.

It worked!

Ye Feng was overjoyed.

Immediately following suit, they began guiding the second, third, and so on...

When the fifth filament of light was successfully condensed and suspended in his mental world, he once again felt that familiar tearing sensation.

My mental energy has reached its limit.