Douluo Dalu: Transforming Soul Rings into Soul Veins

"Are you the Lin Feng that father is always talking about?"

Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her hips, her chin slightly raised, sizing up the boy before her with a scrutinizing gaze.

Her cheeks were puffed out, looking somewhat cute, yet not without a princess-like pride.

Lin Feng nodded, looking at this exquisite little girl with some surprise.

She wore a simple, clean, sky-blue long dress that set off the tenderness of her skin, as enviable as a freshly peeled lychee.

Her neat, ear-length short hair made her look even more playful and cute, without losing the elegance of a noble young lady.

"Hmph, besides being a little handsome, I can't see anything very special about you. Father usually praises you to the heavens."

Lin Feng looked at Ning Fengzhi at the side and saw a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Rongrong!

Do not be rude.

Sorry, Xiao Feng. This girl has been spoiled by her two grandpas on a daily basis. Plus, I also dote on her a little, which has made her temperament a bit arrogant.

Apologize to your Brother Xiao Feng."

Ning Rongrong pouted.

"Sorry~"

Ning Rongrong's cheeks were red as she unwillingly lowered her head.

Lin Feng watched this scene with amusement, stroking his chin.

"Sect Master Ning, there's no need to be so harsh.

For Rongrong to have some temperament, being born in such an environment, is also normal."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded.

"Yeah, yeah!

Did you hear that, old dad?

Lin Feng isn't even angry. What were you angry about just now?"

Ning Fengzhi put a hand to his forehead.

Lin Feng changed the subject:

"But, understanding is one thing, whether to change or not is another.

A pampered, arrogant young miss, and a respected, heroic swordswoman...

Which one do you like more?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned, somewhat shy and annoyed.

"What are you even talking about?

Wasn't it just that I was a little impolite just now? Where have you dragged the conversation to!"

But what he said is quite interesting.

A heroic swordswoman, what is that?

Lin Feng chuckled lightly and spread his hands.

"You will know in the future."

Immediately, he looked at Ning Fengzhi.

"Then Sect Master Ning, for this period of time, her guidance will be left to me.

I will help her condense her first soul vein and at the same time research the possibility of breaking through her martial soul's shackles."

Ning Fengzhi nodded deeply.

"If Xiao Feng doesn't mind, you can call me Uncle.

This girl Rongrong, I'll leave her to you. For this one month's time, you can help me improve her character a bit more."

Ning Rongrong pouted:

"Why do I have to stay here for a month?

Where did Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone go?

Father, are you selling me? Be careful I don't go back and complain to my two grandpas and have them spank your butt!"

The corner of Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched.

He glanced at Lin Feng sheepishly and then left.

Lin Feng stretched out his palm.

"Let's go. Let's start your one month of study.

You know, this is an opportunity that soul masters in the outside world would break their heads fighting for."

Ning Rongrong looked at the hand Lin Feng extended and snorted coquettishly.

"This young miss will just give you this chance to hold my hand."

As she spoke, her face red, she placed her small hand in Lin Feng's.

After all, she was only a little over 6 years old.

The true "princess sickness" like in the original novel had not yet fully manifested in her.

What's more, she herself was a princess and had the capital for it.

Having just arrived in a new city, she, who was used to staying in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, how could she immediately throw herself into high-intensity training?

And, Ning Rongrong herself was not like Oscar.

After coming to Shrek Academy, he had been training by running around the village.

She was an auxiliary-type soul master herself.

Having never undergone physical strength training before, to be faced with 20 laps right from the start...

How could she possibly complete it?

Flender had never expected her to truly complete this training from the beginning.

Using the opportunity to PUA her was the real truth.

After all, it was one of the three upper sects.

And also the richest sect in the soul master world. How could he not hold onto such a money tree tightly?

Otherwise, after scolding her, he could have let Ning Rongrong leave on her own. What need was there to have Oscar go and comfort her?

His own academy already had couples forming. His intention was just to add another pair.

He, Flender, admitted that he had a gambling component, but he had bet correctly.

Watching Ning Rongrong place her hand in Lin Feng's...

In the dark, an old man with white hair and beard, but a face as fair and tender as a baby's...

His eyes widened.

"Fengzhi, it's not that I'm saying this about you.

Why must you let Rongrong study here for a month?

Even if that boy Lin Feng is strong in theory, there's absolutely no need to stay for so long.

We can also teach the basic theories.

How old is Rongrong? You're so at ease letting her be here alone.

No, I'm staying here to protect Rongrong's safety. You go back and tell that old bone that I'm not going back.

And look at that, Rongrong, in the sect, besides us three fellows, whose hand has she ever held?

Not even her several older brothers. Look at this Lin Feng boy, they've only just met and he's already holding her hand.

It's not like you don't know, this boy has two female confidantes by his side, one of whom is the Grand Worship's granddaughter.

His own childhood sweetheart is such a noble existence, and he can still tolerate him fooling around with another Titled Douluo. This boy is very promiscuous!"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly.

"Uncle Sword, are you overthinking it?

Rongrong is only a little over 6 years old."

What you're thinking is really criminal!

Too criminal!

A look of helplessness was on Ning Fengzhi's face.

"Uncle Sword, do you really think that the only means Lin Feng has hidden are the soul veins and the whale glue?

A long time ago, we only thought he had merely researched the paths.

But now that the soul veins have been announced, and from the news coming from other sects, the previous paths were derived from the soul veins.

Who knows how many more secrets he has hidden?

Even the records of our sect probably can't top the knowledge in his one head.

It's also good to let Rongrong study here.

And..."

Speaking to this point, Ning Fengzhi transmitted his voice:

"Uncle Sword, don't you think that Spirit Hall using this method to promote the soul veins layer by layer is a very clever means?"

The Sword Douluo was stunned:

"What do you mean by this?"

"It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Once you've seen something truly good, you'll know how unbearable the things you used to admire are.

The rising prodigies of those sects have spent a month under Lin Feng's personal guidance.

Even if they return to their own sects, with that sense of disparity and the desire to pursue something stronger, can they really stay in their own sects?

Others are becoming stronger in Spirit Hall, while they have returned to their former place.

I'm afraid they will be fighting to come back.

This is another open conspiracy.

Every time a soul ring is obtained, a soul vein needs to be condensed, plus advanced theoretical guidance.

The geniuses of the same generation did not meet in the Soul Master Tournament.

Instead, they have now gathered in advance at Spirit Hall. In this environment, what soul master wouldn't want to be far from it?

Over time, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this batch of juniors the hostages of Spirit Hall.

Even more so in the future, with Lin Feng as their half-teacher, these successors of the factions and sects, how could they raise any thought of hostility towards Spirit Hall?"

The Sword Douluo opened his mouth.

"Fengzhi, so you're saying...

You have already..."

Ning Fengzhi nodded:

"For a person like Lin Feng to appear in this era is both a fortune and a misfortune.

We should have chosen our side long ago. From his attitude towards Yu Yuanzhen before, one could tell...

He is not a person who acts with a gentle hand."

The Sword Douluo frowned:

"This matter... I'll leave it to you. After all, you are the sect master. I and the old bone dragon don't want to think too much about these things..."

Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Then Uncle Sword, I'll leave you here to guard Rongrong. I will return to the sect first."

"Mmm, remember not to let that old bone dragon fellow come over. Having me alone to guard Rongrong is enough."

Ning Fengzhi grinned. These two doting grandfather-slaves.

......

On the way to the Spirit Hall Scripture Pavilion, Ning Rongrong curiously sized up Lin Feng.

He's quite handsome, fits this young miss's aesthetic.

His voice is also quite nice.

It's just that he doesn't speak in a way that pleases me.

Father said he is the number one in theory in the soul master world now. I don't know if it's true or false.

His theory is very strong, but what about his own strength?

The outside world says he's 18. He can't already be a Soul King, can he?!

His martial soul is a bead, my martial soul is a pagoda. It seems neither are ordinary martial souls...

"We're here."

Lin Feng said softly, letting go of the hand holding Ning Rongrong's, and patted her on the head.

"You, what are you doing!"

Ning Rongrong took a few steps back, shy and annoyed, touching the top of her head.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Rongrong said fiercely, "Grandpa Bone said that a girl's head can't be touched casually by others, or she won't grow tall!

If I don't grow tall in the future, you'll have to be responsible!"

Lin Feng was amused by her:

"Alright, I'll be responsible, I'll be responsible.

Mmm, this is the place where you will be studying for the next month."

Ning Rongrong looked at the plain and unremarkable room.

Both walls were lined with books.

Two desks and a bed, a tea table.

It came with an open-air balcony, some green plants. The overall style was simple and neat.

"Just this? This young miss's study is much prettier than this."

Lin Feng waved his hand. "You are here to study, not to travel.

It's just martial soul theory. You don't need such a good room. I studied here back then."

Ning Rongrong walked around for a while.

Suddenly, she stopped by the bed.

Her jade-like nose sniffed.

She looked at Lin Feng teasingly:

"It has your scent, and it seems there are several other fragrances. Do you often bring girls here?"

...

You can even smell this?

Lin Feng spread his hands:

"Let's go back to your matter.

Today, no classes.

Just helping you condense your soul vein. Come over here and sit cross-legged."

Ning Rongrong blinked her round eyes, then did as Lin Feng said and sat properly on the bed.

But her eyes carried a trace of vigilance.

"You guy, you won't make a move on me, will you?!"

Lin Feng put a hand to his forehead. It has to be said, as expected of the little witch who could say "this old lady has two big loaves of bread" at the age of 11?

A little more of a rogue than a certain rogue rabbit.

"What are you thinking! Sit properly!

Concentrate, release your martial soul and soul rings. Leave everything else to me."

A long time passed.

Ning Rongrong looked at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand, which no longer had a soul ring, with some surprise.

"Seven Treasures have a name, the first is Power."

A red light fell on her own body. Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately lit up.

"It's really the same as what father said.

Alright, classmate Lin Feng, I acknowledge you."

Ning Rongrong pointed at Lin Feng proudly.

Lin Feng gave her a light knock on the head irritably.

"No big, no small. Call me Teacher Lin Feng!"

"You you you!

You hit me again! Believe it or not, I'll go and complain to my father and my two grandpas?!"

Lin Feng chuckled lightly:

"Go on. Your Grandpa Sword should be waiting outside right now. Let's see what his reaction will be when you tell him.

Believe it or not, even if I spank your butt open, they won't care."

Lava appeared in Lin Feng's hand, continuously being purified. Then a stream of water slowly flowed over it. With a flash of golden light, an iron rod appeared in his hand.

He held it and knocked it a few times.

"Gulp..."

Ning Rongrong looked at the iron rod in Lin Feng's hand with some panic. This guy can't be serious, right?

He wants to use this thing to teach me a lesson?

"Stop! I was joking! Teacher Lin Feng is the best. He won't be bad to Rongrong, right?"

Ning Rongrong blinked her large, innocent eyes, looking at the approaching Lin Feng with a pitiful look.

Lin Feng casually tossed the iron rod aside. With a flash of light, it disappeared into space.

Ning Rongrong stared in a daze.

"How did you do that? Was this iron rod made from a soul skill just now?"

Lin Feng smiled. "You still have a lot to learn. That's all for today. This 'Comprehensive Introduction to Basic Martial Soul Theory,' you take it back and read it first. Tomorrow we'll start on the first chapter."

"Oh oh—"

Ning Rongrong held the book and walked out. Hmph, smelly Teacher Lin Feng. I'm going to find Grandpa Sword and complain right now.

Although you seem to be very capable and quite handsome, you bullied Rongrong. I'm going to complain!

Hmph hmph—

With Ning Rongrong's departure, this room in the Scripture Pavilion, which had not been visited for a long time, returned to its quietness.

A blue-gold figure appeared from Lin Feng's belt.

Ah Yin looked at Lin Feng with some strangeness.

"You seem to like teasing that little girl?"

Lin Feng waved his hand, leaped up, and sat cross-legged on the side of the table.

"To get her interested, to have a little resentment towards me, and at the same time, a little gratitude.

This will make my subsequent teaching more convenient."

Ah Yin pouted and came to the opposite side of Lin Feng.

"That girl is already a little dazed.

And you're still tricking her."

"Haha."

Ah Yin looked at the laughing Lin Feng and suddenly asked, "That little girl just said there are many kinds of fragrances here.

Did you really bring many girls here?

Those children from other sects and factions before, I haven't seen you bring them here."

Lin Feng's laughter paused.

"Mmm... this room, truly speaking, only a few people have been here.

Xue'er and Ling Yuan, the Pontiff and the Grand Worship, and also Nana."

Ah Yin rolled her eyes at Lin Feng and sneered:

"As expected of our Holy Son. Besides the Grand Worship, all who have been to your room are girls.

No wonder so many fragrances can be left behind."

Lin Feng's eyebrow raised:

"What do you mean by that?

Xue'er and Ling Yuan are my partners. The other three are the Grand Worship, the Pontiff, and the future Saintess.

For them to enter and exit my room, there's nothing surprising about it, right?"

Ah Yin pouted, her voice very soft. "Who knows... I don't see the Grand Worship's scent..."

"Hey—

I've discovered that since some point, you've even dared to joke with me.

What on earth did Her Majesty the Pontiff say to you that day?"

"I'm not telling you..."

Ah Yin's expression was strange. Who would have thought that the esteemed Pontiff of Spirit Hall actually had this kind of relationship with the Holy Son? And it seemed it was the Pontiff who initiated it...

Lin Feng, seeing that she didn't want to speak, did not ask further.

He took a sip of tea and opened an ancient book.

"Now that you have recovered to nearly ten thousand years of cultivation, when do you plan to return to the Blue Silver Forest?"

Ah Yin's willow-leaf brows furrowed, a few traces of frustration on her pretty face.

"What's your hurry?"

Lin Feng let out a long sigh.

"You're not in a hurry.

But the medicinal liquid I made from those high-grade herbs has been used on you by almost half.

Mobilizing the water and fire origin in my soul veins every day to accelerate your growth is also very tiring, okay?"

"Then... then..."

Ah Yin was a little embarrassed. "Then don't use it anymore in the future.

I can just absorb the origin force of my soul bone..."

Lin Feng shook his head:

"That won't do. If it exceeds a certain limit, the quality of the soul bone might drop."

Ah Yin became frustrated:

"Then can't I just recover slowly on my own? Why do you have to send me away?"

"Big Sister, you now have ten thousand years of cultivation. Do I have to let you stay by my side until you have a hundred thousand years of cultivation?

Without an energy or origin source, how do you recover your cultivation?

Or I can take you to a place where your growth can be accelerated, and at the same time, it is now a treasured land owned by my Spirit Hall."

Ah Yin's tone was conflicted:

"I... I don't want to go."

Lin Feng was stunned. "Why is that? There is a poison barrier around that place, and the place itself is also hidden. It can be considered a safe place."

Ah Yin looked at him quietly:

"Let's wait a few more days. I haven't seen enough of the human world yet."

Lin Feng nodded:

"That's fine too. When there's a chance, I'll take you for a walk in the other cities outside Spirit City.

For this past year or so, letting you stay in Spirit City all the time has also wronged you a little.

Do you want to go and see him?"

Ah Yin's anger surged, and the Blue Silver Grass wrapped Lin Feng up into a dumpling.

"Smelly Xiao Feng!

If you mention him in front of me again, I'll get angry with you!"

Transforming into a blue light, she returned to the main body of the Blue Silver Emperor.

The Blue Silver Grass retreated.

But the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around Lin Feng's waist became tighter and tighter, looking as if it really wanted to give him a good lesson.

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth hooked up.

He stroked the Blue Silver Grass at his waist.

He opened the window by the bed, looked at the horizon, and murmured softly, "I really am greedy..."

A month later.

"Teacher, I... can I still come back?"

Lin Feng stroked Ning Rongrong's head. "Of course you can. Since I count as your half-teacher, if you have questions, you can of course come back and ask me.

And when your second soul vein needs to be condensed, you can also come to me. I've already spoken with your father."

"Oh—"

Ning Rongrong touched the hand on her head, a trace of cunning in her eyes:

"Teacher, that one called Hu Liena seems to be very fond of you usually.

You absolutely must not be deceived by her. She looks like that kind of bad girl."

Lin Feng flicked Ning Rongrong on the forehead, drawing out an "ouch."

"No big, no small. She is your senior sister. How can you speak ill of others behind their back?

Go on. Your Grandpa Sword and your father have been waiting for a long time."

"Oh—then teacher, you wait for me. I will come back."

Sending off the reluctant Ning Rongrong, Lin Feng returned to the room in the Scripture Pavilion.

He planned to sort out the books he had used during this time.

Accompanying him was Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue stood before the balcony.

"It's really been a long time since I've been here."

"I still remember back then, after meeting you, grandpa first arranged for you to be here.

Speaking of which, this is the first place our family gathered."

Lin Feng nodded. Ling Yuan was arranged by Qian Daoliu for him here.

At the same time, this was also the first place he had met Bibi Dong.

The meeting with Qian Renxue was in the library, and the starting point for the three of them was in this room in the Scripture Pavilion.

The two rode on the gentle breeze.

Qian Renxue pinched both sides of Lin Feng's cheeks and said with a smile, "You've worked hard during this time. What reward do you want tonight?"

Lin Feng said with a straight face, "Black stockings?"

Qian Renxue's face turned red, and she nodded.

Just as she was about to hang herself on Lin Feng, an ethereal voice came from her side.

"Come with me for a trip, Lin Feng."

!!!

Qian Renxue and Lin Feng were shocked and looked towards the sound.

The two of them were unconsciously stunned.

The person before them was precisely Gu Yuena, sitting in a chair.

This undoubtedly most beautiful existence in the Douluo series...

Even the current Qian Renxue would feel ashamed in front of her.

"Who are you!? How did you appear here!"

Qian Renxue shouted coldly.

Gu Yuena narrowed her eyes.

She was a little surprised. She hadn't discovered it before. This girl actually had a trace of a shattered divine soul on her?

Angel...

I see.

"Have you forgotten my voice?"

Lin Feng stood in front of Qian Renxue.

"I haven't forgotten, senior.

In the Sunset Forest that day, we had one contact."

Qian Renxue was stunned, and the anxiety and panic in her heart eased a little.

But her hostility towards the person before her still existed.

She didn't know why, but when she saw her face and figure, she couldn't help but feel a sense of displeasure.

Perhaps it's because Xiao Feng is present?

This woman was simply too beautiful. Logically speaking, her strength was so great...

To have infiltrated her Spirit Hall's Scripture Pavilion...

Without being exposed in the slightest.

And now in front of her, she couldn't even sense a single bit of soul power fluctuation from her.

This was simply not normal.

Even a Titled Douluo, with her current strength, she could still sense some soul power fluctuations on them.

The strength of the person before her was simply too terrifying. This faint sense of oppression from her martial soul...

And the fear from her subconscious...

She had only felt it when grandpa was training her.

This young and beautiful woman, could she still be a Limit Douluo?

Too ridiculous...

Gu Yuena nodded and stood up.

"Lend me your Lin Feng for a moment."

Qian Renxue was stunned, then said coldly, "What do you want, senior? This is Spirit Hall!"

Gu Yuena crossed her arms over her chest and pointed at Lin Feng.

"You say it."

Lin Feng took a deep breath.

He said in a low voice, "Xue'er, grandpa is not her opponent..."

Qian Renxue's pupils shrank:

"Xiao Feng, you're saying, she is... a god?"

Gu Yuena chuckled lightly:

"The inheritor of the Angel God.

I'll just tell you this. I've taken a fancy to your Lin Feng. Now he has to come with me."

"You!..."

Gu Yuena interrupted:

"You have a god-seat, that's true. But what about him?

You wouldn't want to prevent him from becoming stronger, would you?

That's all I'll say. You can't stop me."

The moment her voice fell, the figures of Gu Yuena and Lin Feng disappeared at the same time.

Qian Renxue's face suddenly changed greatly.

She rushed frantically towards the Douluo Hall.

Grandpa, your son-in-law has been snatched away!