Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo.

"The Spirit Hall of Fasno Province has been attacked by thugs, resulting in the deaths of many Spirit Masters and civilians. For safety reasons, we will suspend classes for a week, and all students will be prohibited from leaving the school for the next month until the alert is completely lifted."

Chapter 11 Monster

Terrorist attacks?

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, wondering if there was an Osama bin Laden in this world?

Amidst his shock, he also felt a faint sense of relief. He had originally considered whether to try revealing some of his strength and joining the Spirit Hall, the largest guild on the Douluo Continent, where he could get all the resources and spirit rings, and perhaps even become a bishop in the future.

Fortunately, he eventually realized that doing so might cost him his freedom and hinder his exploration of the main storyline, so he chose to give up. Otherwise, he might be on the list of victims now.

"My God, who did this?" Wang Sheng exclaimed in horror. The Spirit Hall was the largest power on the continent and a holy land in the hearts of countless commoner soul masters. Wang Sheng's childhood dream was to join the Spirit Hall and become a steward, bringing glory to his ancestors.

"Could our academy have also been attacked?" The kids in the same dormitory were all worried about this. They dared to attack even the Spirit Hall, who knows who this madman would target next?

"It shouldn't be that bad." Tang San shook his head. After being taught by the Grandmaster, he didn't have any special feelings about the Spirit Hall, but he also knew that the Spirit Hall was a behemoth. Anyone who dared to attack the Spirit Hall so openly and escape unscathed was at least a Soul Douluo or even a Title Douluo. Such a person would not likely attack a group of students.

He's more concerned about the part-time job he found at the blacksmith shop. He can't leave the school for a month, and he doesn't know if the boss will let him continue working there.

"What does the Spirit Hall's business have to do with us?" Xiao Wu laughed heartily, with an excitement that seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

Lu Mingfei was quite interested in this incident. The Spirit Hall held a much higher position in this world than the medieval papacy. Just the fact that it controlled the awakening of martial spirits among the common people and the subsidies for soul masters across the entire continent showed that the Spirit Hall's position was even above that of the two great empires.

It will definitely be an important part of the main storyline, and anyone who becomes its enemy will certainly be an important character in the main storyline as well. Unfortunately, his level is too low right now. Although such a high-level plot has already unfolded, he has no way to learn about it and can only wait for a future opportunity.

However, taking advantage of this school closure, he could find an opportunity to sneak out and test his strength.

After the school was dismissed, since there were no classes, almost everyone went back to their dormitories, and on the way, everyone was discussing the explosive news of the day.

Tang San returned to the dormitory and immediately wanted to tell Grandmaster the news, but as soon as he entered the room, he saw the dean coming out of Grandmaster's room, obviously also there to tell Grandmaster the news.

"Dean, teacher," Tang San bowed respectfully.

The dean nodded, patted Tang San's head, and took his leave, clearly having already obtained the answer from the master.

After the dean left, Tang San followed Grandmaster into the room and asked curiously, "Teacher, what happened?"

The master frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's nothing. It's just that some experts on the continent couldn't stand the Spirit Hall's domineering style and taught them a lesson."

"I see." Tang San nodded. Since his teacher had said so, there shouldn't be any major problems. Moreover, he could tell that his teacher didn't want to say more, so he sensibly didn't ask any more questions.

After Tang San left, Grandmaster sighed deeply. In fact, the news brought by the dean was more detailed and astonishing. It was the first time that the Spirit Hall in several regions of the Star Luo Empire had been attacked. The attackers used a giant hammer as their Spirit and had nine Spirit Rings.

Such characteristics make his identity quite obvious.

Grandmaster understood that Haotian Douluo was trying to divert the Spirit Hall's attention. Tang San's innate full spirit power Blue Silver Grass was already eye-catching enough, not to mention that in the same region, there was also an innate full spirit power Eye Spirit and a Rabbit Spirit that seemed to have full spirit power. This lineup was even worth the Pope's personal visit.

However, there is one thing that the master really can't understand: why would Haotian Douluo be willing to take such a big risk to commit crimes everywhere instead of choosing to take his mistress away and personally teach her? Does Haotian Douluo think so highly of himself?

The master suddenly felt a lot of pressure when he thought about this, and he felt that he should pay more attention to his mistress!

-

Lu Mingfei went back to his dormitory to change into casual clothes, said he was going to exercise, and left. No one was curious, since he hadn't been seen around much lately.

After walking to the back of the academy, I quietly found a place overgrown with weeds and climbed over the wall to leave the academy.

Today is the first day of the school closure, and also the most chaotic day in the college. It's a good time to go out. As long as he comes back before dark, there shouldn't be any problems. His goal is to go and come back quickly.

He looked up a detailed map of the area around Nottingham in the library. There was a dense forest not far to the northwest of the city, with only a few villages.

After traveling for an hour, Lu Mingfei looked at the dense forest in front of him with joy; they had finally arrived.

Walking into the woods, Lu Mingfei found a large tree, took off his coat, and neatly folded it.

Having seen all sorts of martial spirits at school, clothes tearing off is practically the norm for soul masters in this world. However, Lu Mingfei only has one set of casual clothes, which is also his only initial equipment, so he naturally has to be careful. If it breaks, he might have to run naked on the street later.

After taking a few deep breaths, Lu Mingfei closed his eyes.

The surroundings were silent, but at one moment he could suddenly hear the sound of caterpillars climbing on the branches and leaves, and the rustling of butterfly wings.

The dense foliage somehow dispelled the chill from the dark space where sunlight couldn't penetrate, as if a fire had been lit there.

Lu Mingfei was actually always afraid. He had pondered the philosophical question of whether he was still himself. While he longed for the power to return home, he was also resisting the unknown changes within his body.

He was afraid that another person would wake up from his body.

So he had always subconsciously tried to escape before, but he always knew that there would always be a time when he couldn't escape.

"Something for nothing," Lu Mingfei murmured to himself, while he vaguely heard a chilling yet comforting laugh.

"Click, click..."

A chilling sound of dislocated bones quietly rose in the forest. The next moment, an unstoppable surge of air swept through the entire dark forest, and all the flying insects and ants stopped moving.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, his golden pupils like molten lava scorching the sky, and his iron-blue membrane wings unfolded from his back, with fine scales spreading across his skin like a sword and shield, as if the tide was constantly spreading.

Without even flapping his wings, the gale carried his ferocious, demonic figure off the ground.

Looking at the dense scales on his arm, Lu Mingfei, despite having been mentally prepared, still couldn't help but let out a woman-like scream of despair: "Am I really some kind of monster?"

Chapter 12 Preparation

Lu Mingfei lay on his dormitory bed. He had returned to the college at noon and suddenly felt that life was so boring that he might as well have a big dream.

so funny.

It's like a bug in StarCraft where a dog turns into a dragon.

Although Lu Mingfei is a native descendant of the dragon, it's hard to believe he could explain today's scene with this reason.

The good news is that his martial soul power seems to be the most powerful dragon-type martial soul. The bad news is that even without soul power, his wings and scales will not disappear. That's not the power of his martial soul; it's purely because he's a monster!

"Of course, even in this world, my brother is the biggest monster in the world!"

What's it to you? Can't you speak properly?

Lu Mingfei felt like he was being insulted, and he was quite indignant.

But before he could even speak, he immediately sensed something was wrong and jumped out of bed.

The little boy in the suit was sitting politely smiling on the edge of his bed.

"Lu Mingze?" Lu Mingfei asked softly, stammering a little. He remembered the boy who had given him cheat codes, and he felt that the changes in him were related to the other person.

“I’m glad you remember my name, but could you be more certain next time? Otherwise I’ll get annoyed too,” Lu Mingze said calmly. “Also, your changes are related to me, but not really.”

"I'm sorry." Lu Mingfei scratched his head. "I was just a little surprised."

"It's alright." Lu Mingze smiled and snapped his fingers. "Look out the window, welcome to the land of dragons."

Lu Mingfei followed his gaze, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he stood there stunned. Faced with this scene, even breathing seemed to lose its strength.

Outside the window was not a sunny playground, but a deep red sky as intense as blood. A torrential downpour was pouring down, each drop of rain a drop of crimson blood. In the distance, on an ice peak that pierced the sky, a black dragon lay silently, its wings drooping all the way to the foot of the mountain, its blood staining the entire iceberg red.

Lu Mingfei could see countless tiny figures, like ants, climbing up the black dragon's body along its wings. They frantically hammered at the dragon's skull with iron spikes, each strike sending out a gush of white fluid that instantly turned into white vapor and rose into clouds. The people cheered and shouted, their voices shaking the heavens.

"This is the history of our world. Nidhogg, the Black King, was killed thousands of years ago on his own throne. People bathed in the torrential rain of his blood and shouted that a new era had begun." Lu Mingze sighed softly, "Humans stole his bloodline and created the so-called hybrids."

"You wouldn't say... I'm also mixed race, would you?" Lu Mingfei asked somewhat fearfully.

If someone suddenly told you that you are not human but a hybrid monster, anyone would be scared.

"No, and you don't need to be afraid. It's this world that should be afraid." Lu Mingze said calmly, "You are the greatest monster in this world. That is your power, your authority!"

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes. The sunlight was still there, but it was already slanting westward.

He had clearly taken a very long nap, so long that he felt a bit stiff.

The dormitory was empty; everyone had obviously gone out. Although they were worried in the morning about whether the college would be attacked, they ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of the holiday.

Lu Mingfei lay back down. Compared to the Dragon King, the half-blood, and the monsters, these things seemed trivial.

A moment later, Lu Mingfei covered his face, his mind racing with rage.

Okay, he still has to admit that this wasn't a trivial matter; it was a complete collapse of his worldview.

A dream sent him from the primate class to the reptile class, which was so embarrassing he couldn't even look at himself.

However, Lu Mingze was right about one thing: he shouldn't be afraid. This was power, the reliance for clearing this world, returning home, and seeing Chen Wenwen again.

Thinking about this made him feel a little better.

Monsters aren't actually that unacceptable. After all, dragons sound imposing, and they're certainly better than Cthulhu's slimy squid tentacles.

Getting out of bed, Lu Mingfei planned to go to the cafeteria to fill his stomach first, and then go to the library to look for information. He was gradually forming a vague plan for the first spirit ring.

-

At the Notting College cafeteria, Lu Mingfei lined up as usual. Xiao Wu, Wang Sheng, and others also came in at the same time, and Lu Mingfei greeted them.

"Lu Mingfei, are you a pig? You slept so much this afternoon, we couldn't wake you up even when we wanted to call you out to play." After everyone found an empty table, Xiao Wu put down her plate and started complaining.

It has to be said that Xiao Wu's temper has become even stronger. Lu Mingfei heard that Xiao Chenyu is almost becoming Xiao Wu's number one henchman.

After Wang Sheng and the others sat down, they all smelled of sweat, clearly indicating that Xiao Wu had been leading them on a wild day.

"And you're often not in the dorm, and you never participate in our group activities." Xiao Wu pouted and continued to complain. Although she already had a bunch of followers around her, she felt that Lu Mingfei and Tang San were more interesting. Followers are the face of a big sister. With the two of them around, she didn't have to take action herself.

However, once Lu Mingfei entered the academy, he spent all his time in the library, and Tang San also went to the master's room to cultivate. Neither of them played with her, which made her a little depressed.

“Xiao Wu, you should learn from Tang San and work hard at cultivation.” Lu Mingfei said earnestly, glancing at Wang Sheng, “And Wang Sheng, don’t spoil her. The concentrated soul hunting season is coming soon. If you still can’t break through, you’ll have to wait another year.”

Wang Sheng has reached level nine, but he has been stuck at this level for more than half a year. He has been working very hard, and he basically doesn't sleep at night, but he spends his days playing around with Xiao Wu and rarely has time to cultivate.

"I understand." Wang Sheng scratched his head. Actually, he had noticed his own problem, but he was used to taking care of the kids in the dormitory, and Xiao Wu was so cute and imposing that he didn't really want to refuse.

"Lu Mingfei, why do I feel like you're acting strange today?" Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes. She felt that Lu Mingfei was speaking like a teacher today.

"I must have slept too long this afternoon and am a little groggy." Lu Mingfei yawned. He should be leaving soon. Apart from precocious kids like Tang San, who clearly came from a family with a strong academic background and had a complicated mind, he generally liked children.

However, judging from Xiao Wu's attitude, she is likely to become lawless in the future. It's one thing to rule over Notting Academy, but if she goes out into the world, she'll probably cause a lot of trouble. So Lu Mingfei wanted to remind her not to regret it later if something happens.

"You're already confused and you're still reading? I think you'll become a bookworm sooner or later. I just don't understand, are spirit rings that important to you guys?" Xiao Wu said with a look of disdain as she ate her vegetarian bun.

Lu Mingfei was already used to it. The last time Tang San went to hunt souls, Xiao Wu was the same. No wonder she was a young lady from a big family who didn't care about worldly affairs.

Chapter 13 The Butterfly Effect

Speaking of which, Lu Mingfei sometimes finds it quite strange that in this world's setting, large families seem to like to let their talented disciples grow up freely.

The so-called once-in-a-century innate full soul power was randomly grouped together and entered the same rural primary school.

Will future class reunions turn into a self-disclosure of identities?

So you're some kind of sect's young master and I'm some kind of sect's holy maiden, how embarrassing would that be?

"Hey, Lu Mingfei, what are you grinning about again?"

Xiao Wu waved vigorously in front of Lu Mingfei. Everyone was chatting peacefully when, for some reason, Lu Mingfei suddenly started laughing like an idiot.

Lu Mingfei coughed awkwardly twice, "I was just thinking about how to spend the subsidy after I hunt down the spirit ring."

"There are still several months to go, just you wait." Xiao Wu's temper flared up at the mention of spirit rings. "I'm going to give you a good beating then." As she spoke, Xiao Wu viciously bit into the steamed bun in front of her, thinking that Lu Mingfei's smile was lewd and hateful.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, but didn't pay much attention; she was just a little girl.

After everyone had finished dinner, Xiao Wu finally calmed down enough, and everyone went back to take a shower and do laundry.

Lu Mingfei then went to the library. The academy does have a soul beast encyclopedia, but compared to the millions of soul beasts, the information on the tens of thousands of soul beasts in the academy's encyclopedia is completely insignificant.

Not to mention the information Lu Mingfei was looking for on dragon-type soul beasts, which he could count on two hands, and all of them were marked as extremely dangerous and rare.

It was virtually impossible for Lu Mingfei to hunt a hundred-year-old dragon-type soul beast during the academy's concentrated soul hunting season, so he had to rely on himself.

It's no wonder so many commoner soul masters want to join the Spirit Hall; the starting point for commoners is a disaster, with just one hundred-year-old soul beast enough to kill more than 90% of soul masters.

-

Thousands of miles away in the province of Sylvester, the bright moonlight illuminated the statue of the angel god at the highest point of the city.

As the founder and embodiment of faith of the Spirit Hall, the statue is cleaned daily by dedicated deacons, but these past few days it has been neglected.

In the past few days, all the branch halls of the Martial Soul on the mainland have received orders from the Pope of Martial Soul City: all deacons of the main hall and the branch halls below it have been changed to dispersed duty shifts, and they are allowed to evacuate freely in the event of an attack.

For some devout believers, this news was like the sky falling; even the church couldn't be protected, and the Spirit Hall's reputation was completely ruined.

"The remnants of the Haotian Sect are truly despicable!" A certain deacon surnamed Xiao was on duty at the front desk, filled with righteous indignation.

"Yeah, he's a Title Douluo who doesn't dare to smash the main hall but only dares to bully rural places like ours. I despise him!" A certain deacon surnamed Lin gritted his teeth and took a bite of his midnight snack, corn on the cob.

Recently, news of the frequent attacks on the Martial Soul Branch Hall has spread, and all the nearby merchants have fled to a place more than two miles away.