Chapter 3: Yu Xiaogang is furious and goes to work at Hong Langman.

From now on, the master's days in Nottingham will probably be difficult.

Hearing Su Yuntao's official certification, Ye Feng felt much more at ease. He thought Tang San was a useless martial soul but became a god. Now that Brother Tao said he had the potential to be granted a title, he must surpass the God King in the future!

However, I was already prepared for the second half of the invitation.

Joining the Spirit Hall would be a joke!

Anyone at the seventh level of the Innate Realm who goes to Wuhun City will almost certainly be sent to the Death Training Camp first, because only the living are worth training.

That's how the Golden Generation all got through it. And there's something even more terrifying: if my martial soul attribute gets back to Bibi Dong, I'll probably be killed on the spot.

Bibi Dong hates Soul Masters with the Light attribute the most; Angels rank first, and the Light attribute ranks second.

"Thank you for your high regard, Master Su."

Ye Feng bowed slightly, his face showing just the right amount of gratitude and a hint of hesitation.

"However, joining the Spirit Hall is such a big deal, could you... could you give me some time to consider it?"

"Okay, okay! Of course!"

Su Yuntao showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever; on the contrary, he appreciated Ye Feng's composure even more.

"Child, once you've thought it through, you must come to the Spirit Hall to find me! I'll always be there!"

He was afraid Ye Feng would run away, so he quickly added.

"Yes, Master Su."

Ye Feng nodded obediently, then, somewhat embarrassed, scratched his smooth silver hair and asked softly in a tone that was both expectant and a little shy:

"Um... Master Su, could I... could I... ask you for a meditation method that's generally used in mainland China?"

As he spoke, he raised his head, his clear eyes filled with longing, perfectly embodying the image of an orphan who yearned for power yet had nothing.

Su Yuntao's heart softened; this child was so sensible, and so pitiful.

Having awakened such a wonderful martial soul, yet lacking even the most basic meditation techniques.

"Of course! You deserve it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around, took a brand-new sheepskin scroll from the worktable, and handed it to Ye Feng.

"This contains the most basic meditation method. Although it is simple, it is the foundation for all Soul Masters."

Go back and cultivate diligently. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me anytime!

"Thank you, Master Su!"

Ye Feng accepted the scroll with both hands and bowed deeply again. He would have to repay Brother Tao in the future, after all, he had personally awakened it and received official certification.

Once the objective is achieved.

Without lingering, he turned and walked out of the gate of the Martial Soul Branch Hall.

He never looked at Yu Xiaogang again from beginning to end.

Inside the hall, Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

He stared intently at Ye Feng's thin, departing figure. The figure grew smaller and smaller in his vision, yet it felt like a needle piercing his heart.

The poisonous fire of jealousy burned wildly in his chest.

Why?

Why is it that Yu Xiaogang, the legitimate son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, has a mutated martial soul, while Luo Sanpao is a worthless piece of trash with no dignity?

This lowly commoner, whose martial soul mutated, had such a powerful and perfect benign mutation!

Innate Level 7!

A shadow with the attribute of light!

This is unfair! This world is so unfair!

Why does all the good fortune fall on this damned lowly commoner?

Yu Xiaogang's face was contorted with extreme jealousy, making him look even more ferocious than a demon.

A hand gently patted his shoulder.

"Xiaogang, you don't need to argue with a child."

Lord Matthew walked over, looking earnest, and offered words of comfort against his conscience.

"Perhaps what the child said isn't entirely right, and what you said isn't entirely wrong either. Try to think more positively!"

Yu Xiaogang shook off Matthew's hand.

"snort!"

He forced himself to straighten his spine, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity of his "master" persona.

"This master will naturally not bother with a lowly commoner who knows nothing. This master wants to see how far this little commoner can go without my guidance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't stay any longer, so he turned and left, his hurried figure looking somewhat ridiculous.

Watching him leave, the butler beside him leaned closer to Matthew and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey Lao Ma, you've really mastered lying now, you can do it without even blushing."

Matthew Noel composed himself and sighed.

"What do you know?"

He shook his head, looking worried.

"I'm just worried that this good-for-nothing master will take revenge on that child."

Nottingham City has finally produced a genius, and I don't want to see such a promising talent ruined by this good-for-nothing.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding staff members stopped smiling and nodded.

Master Clown Yu Xiaogang is a well-known figure in Notting City and even the entire Soul Master world.

Over the years, quite a few children in the vicinity of Nottingham have indeed been hindered or even ruined by his "waste theory".

……

Walking on the streets of Nottingham, Ye Feng rubbed his stomach.

It made a gurgling sound.

Looking down at his tattered, sour-smelling clothes, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Now that he has regained his senses, he naturally can no longer beg like before.

I need to find a job.

Ideally, it should include room and board.

This way, you can work while learning the world's language and then begin your cultivation.

First, earn three months' worth of money, save up some money, and then go to the Junior Soul Master Academy.

Okay, let's do it that way.

Having made up his mind, Ye Feng no longer hesitated and headed straight for the largest and most impressive restaurant in the city.

"Red Romance Hotel".

The name is quite unique.

As soon as he reached the door, a waiter in a suit and vest noticed him.

"Get out of here! You little beggar, this isn't a place for you, get lost!"

The waiter looked disgusted and reached out to shove him.

Ye Feng dodged to the side, avoiding the other person's hand.

"I'm not here to beg, I'm here to find a job."

"Looking for a job? You?"

The waiter looked him up and down and sneered.

"We don't hire beggars here, get lost, don't delay our business!"

The argument between the two quickly attracted the attention of passersby and also alarmed the people inside the restaurant.

A middle-aged man in a red suit, who looked like a manager, came out.

"What's going on? Making such a racket at the door, what kind of behavior is this!"

The waiter immediately put on a fawning face and pointed at Ye Feng to complain.

"Manager Wang, this little beggar is trying to force his way in; I was just about to chase him away!"

The opportunity is here.

Ye Feng ignored the guy and looked directly at Manager Wang, calmly and confidently pulling out the martial soul certificate that was still warm from his body.

"Hello manager, my name is Ye Feng. I just awakened my martial spirit today, and I'd like to find a job here."

He intended to wave the person away, but when his gaze fell upon those striking characters, he froze.

"Martial Soul: Light and Shadow (Mutation)"

"Innate Soul Power: Level Seven!"