I collect fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 9 If you do not abandon me, I will thrice beg to become your godfather!

"Xiao San, you go in first, I'll just wander around the campus."

After Lu Feng finished speaking, he walked away alone without waiting for Tang San's reply.

"Belief?"

Lu Feng pondered to himself, "The original story mentions that the Angel God exterminated the fallen Soul Masters, established the Spirit Hall, and finally ascended to the God Realm with the faith of all the Soul Masters on the continent."

Lu Feng scanned his fragment warehouse. Among a pile of white fragments, the [Faith Fragment] seemed out of place, occupying a small, solitary spot.

"Huh? [Faith] can't be synthesized? Each fragment is independent?"

"Where did this thing come from?"

Lu Feng looked back at the school gate and saw the young man guarding the gate still watching him from a distance.

"Could it be him?" Lu Feng asked in confusion.

"The young man has offended the trainees. Although he is only a work-study student, if Old Jack or Tang San really wants to pursue the matter, the young man will definitely lose his job."

"It's just a small favor for me, but for a young person it's a well-paying job, or even the pillar of a family."

"What is this? Is it to make myself do a good deed every day?"

"If I became emperor, and implemented benevolent policies to liberate the toiling masses, wouldn't I be able to ascend to heaven in broad daylight!"

Lu Feng shook his head, banishing the ridiculous idea from his mind.

In a fantasy world where individual power trumps everything, how can we achieve equality for all?

just forget it.

In essence, Soul Masters belong to the exploiting class.

Where there are people, there are interests; even without exploitation, class distinctions are difficult to overcome.

"Poseidon's method of becoming a god is still the most reliable. Although the sea spirit beasts may not understand faith, they certainly recognize fists!"

"A teacher for a day is a father for life. You deserve my homage."

Beside the teaching building, Lu Feng looked at Tang San kneeling on the ground and suddenly felt as if a flock of crows were flying overhead.

When they were at the school gate, they didn't encounter Yu Xiaogang, and Lu Feng thought that Tang San had missed out on a 'godfather'.

Unexpectedly, the gears of fate eventually began to turn.

Opposite Tang San, a man in his forties with a buzz cut and dressed in black was weeping uncontrollably.

"Good boy, good boy!"

"Let's go, your teacher will take you to the academic affairs office to report." Yu Xiaogang said excitedly, taking Tang San's hand.

At this moment, Tang San also noticed Lu Feng. He said somewhat boastfully, "Lu Feng, this is my new teacher, a great and wise powerhouse."

In the Tang Clan of my past life, being accepted as a disciple by an inner elder was an extremely joyous occasion.

After their conversation, Tang San was deeply impressed by Yu Xiaogang's erudition. He guessed that Yu Xiaogang must be a hidden powerhouse within the academy.

Lu Feng felt a little embarrassed.

great?

wisdom?

A strong person?!

No matter how you look at it, these descriptions have absolutely nothing to do with Yu Xiaogang.

If Yu Xiaogang had said "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" when he was rejected by Bibi Dong, and then committed suicide by crashing his head against the statue of an angel, Lu Feng might have thought more highly of him.

"So you're a master! I've heard so much about you!"

Lu Feng opened his eyes wide, clasped his hands together, and pretended to be excited.

No matter how useless Yu Xiaogang is, he is still a Great Soul Master, not someone a lowly Soul Soldier like him can afford to offend.

Unlike some transmigrators, Lu Feng wouldn't start by spouting empty rhetoric.

What if Yu Xiaogang gets angry and summons Luo Sanpao to strike with thunder? Wouldn't I have to time travel again?

"Oh? You've heard my story?"

Seeing Lu Feng's "respectful" demeanor, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of satisfaction.

What he likes most is the feeling of being worshipped.

Yu Xiaogang straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and coughed lightly: "Come on, let me see your martial spirit certificate."

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng felt as if a herd of alpacas was stampeding through his mind.

"I'm really asking for trouble. What if Yu Xiaogang suddenly decides to take me as his apprentice? Should I accept or refuse?"

"If I agree, wouldn't I suddenly have a sugar daddy for no reason? If I don't agree, will he fart at me?"

"Speaking of which, although Yu Xiaogang is a bit weak, he is really good to his disciples. Moreover, his background is not small either. When the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan is wiped out in the future, he and Liu Erlong will become the Supreme Elders."

"No, my situation is too special. I can use other people's martial souls. I can usually hide it, but I can't hide it when absorbing soul rings. What if Yu Xiaogang gets interested in researching it? Won't I be dissected?"

"Hmm, innate level five soul power, not bad." Yu Xiaogang's words interrupted Lu Feng's thoughts.

"Although your martial spirit is of low quality, you must not give up on yourself and neglect your cultivation."

After saying that, Yu Xiaogang returned the Martial Soul Certificate to Lu Feng, took Tang San's hand, and walked towards the teaching building.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The two figures walked further and further away, leaving Lu Feng alone on the playground.

"Damn it! I'm being rejected!"

At that moment, a ball of white light fell from where Yu Xiaogang was:

Found a white item: Fragment of the "Top Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" *1 (1/10)

"Holy shit!"

"break down!"

"Disassemble it thoroughly!"

Teaching building, admissions office.

Director Su handed a white school uniform to Lu Feng. "This is for you. It's provided free of charge by the college. You live in dormitory building number seven, and the teachers there will arrange work for you as a work-study student."

"Thank you, Director." Lu Feng accepted the school uniform and said politely.

Just as Lu Feng was about to leave, Director Su grabbed his hand and asked softly, "Lu Feng, your innate soul power is quite high. Did the master not offer to take you as his disciple?"

"Hmm? What do you mean by that, Director?" Lu Feng asked, puzzled.

Director Su breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Lu Feng's expression.

He pulled Lu Feng to his side and whispered in his ear, "This master has some problems with his head. All he thinks about is taking on a genius disciple to prove himself. But his theories are just copied and summarized from books."

At this point, Director Su said with a serious expression, "Lu Feng, your innate soul power is a full level five, and your martial soul isn't a useless one like Blue Silver Grass. Your future is bright, so please don't go astray!"

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Director."

Lu Feng nodded, then bid farewell to Director Su and headed towards Dormitory 7.

Lu Feng didn't care about Yu Xiaogang. In Lu Feng's view, Yu Xiaogang's only value was his basic knowledge of soul beasts. He would just go to the dormitory a few more times, collect the book fragments, and then ignore him.

The college's dormitory building is easy to find; there is only one building. Dormitory 7 is located at the very back of the first floor and is specifically provided for work-study students.

As soon as Lu Feng reached the door of Dormitory 7, he heard a commotion coming from inside. The door was open, so he walked to the door and looked inside.

This is a spacious room, more than 300 square meters in size, with only a few dozen beds inside, leaving a large empty area in the middle of the room.

At this moment, two children were wrestling in an open space, surrounded by more than ten people cheering them on.

"Nobita, punch him in the stomach!"

"Go, Da Xiong! Defeat Wang Sheng, and you'll be the boss of Dormitory 7!"

"Nobita, use the over-the-shoulder throw!"

Lu Feng watched for a while, then lost interest. The two were fighting without any strategy, like children playing house. However, several white lights in the open space did catch his eye.

"Hmm, this martial soul is quite interesting!"

(End of this chapter)