Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Wang Sheng hadn't intended to speak ill of Yu Xiaogang, but seeing Xiao Wu's curiosity, he leaned closer and whispered cautiously:

"In our academy, the so-called 'Master' is more like a guest leeching off the principal's goodwill. To put it bluntly, he's just freeloading here."

"And from what I've heard, he's nearly fifty but still hasn't broken past the realm of a Grand Spirit Master. With his spirit power stuck at Rank 29, it's likely he'll never advance further in his lifetime."

"The most ridiculous part? He doesn't contribute anything but still lives off the academy. I really don't understand where he gets his shamelessness."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu was stunned.

Is this guy even human?

Yun Feng had overheard their conversation but didn't intervene. For now, he wasn't interested in meddling in others' affairs. Improving his own strength was his top priority.

After telling Xiao Chenyu and the others to carry on without him, Yun Feng left the cafeteria and returned to his dormitory.

Once inside, he summoned his martial spirit.

The image of a divine figure, Zhu Long, known as the God of Zhongshan, appeared before him. It was said to control day by opening its eyes and bring night by closing them. Its breath commanded seasons, bringing winter and summer with a blow or a sigh. Its exhale stirred winds and rains.

Adorned with crimson scales, the Zhu Long lived up to its legendary status as the Chaos Dragon.

When Yun Feng first awakened his martial spirit, its form had been that of a hatchling, and he hadn't fully grasped its significance. But as he learned more, he realized how closely it resembled the Zhu Long he had defeated in his previous life—only much smaller.

A humanoid face atop a serpent's body, its piercing vertical pupils carried an aura of unyielding power.

This is Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Long.

Though he wasn't sure why Zhu Long had become his martial spirit, Yun Feng was delighted. After all, Zhu Long wasn't just a god; it was far beyond the so-called gods of Douluo Continent. The strength of the Zhu Long clan was beyond estimation.

Gazing into its vertical pupils, Yun Feng sat cross-legged and began his cultivation.

However, as he cultivated, he pondered. Thinking of Tang San's arrogance, Yun Feng decided to try the Luocha Triple Shifts technique. Though he had only just started practicing the first shift, even that was enough to make Tang San suffer greatly.

The technique, which damaged the user's foundation to gain power, had already harmed Tang Hao. There was no way Tang San could withstand it.

As Yun Feng began practicing the Luocha Triple Shifts, Tang San's face paled drastically. He couldn't understand what had been happening to him lately.

His spirit power had regressed, his meridians were damaged, and even resting without cultivating Mysterious Heaven Technique left him exhausted.

It wasn't just him—his father, Tang Hao, was also experiencing the same symptoms.

Tang San had thought of seeking help from Yu Xiaogang, but when he turned to look, he saw his teacher writhing in agony on the floor, knocking over the table and dishes in the process.

Before Tang San could say anything, a searing pain erupted from his abdomen, dropping him to the ground. He writhed alongside Yu Xiaogang, both screaming in agony.

"Someone save me! It hurts—too much!"

"Call someone! Quick!"

"Ahhh!"

The chaos on the second floor of the cafeteria left Xiao Wu and the others dumbfounded.

What kind of bizarre fetish is this?

Everyone present exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions showing that they wanted no part of this mess.

After cultivating for an hour, Yun Feng noticed that the names of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang on the Heavenly Suppression Monument had dimmed, though Tang Hao's name still glowed faintly.

Not wanting to push his "crops" too far and risk killing them, Yun Feng stopped his cultivation.

He realized that as more enemies' names were engraved on the monument, his cultivation sessions grew longer and less taxing on his adversaries. This explained why Tang San's spirit power regressed significantly at the beginning but now only suffered minor setbacks.

It was no wonder evil spirit masters often became obsessed with their power. With such abilities, anyone would get addicted.

Yun Feng wasn't just advancing in spirit power—his physical body was strengthening as well. The life energy from damaged foundations was washing over his body, enhancing it with each cycle.

His foundation, fortified by Thunderstorm Fist, the Ghost Fiend Blood Tribulation, and the Luocha Triple Shifts, was now unparalleled. His spirit power had even risen to Level 14.

Reflecting on his progress, Yun Feng marveled at how little time had passed since his awakening—less than half a month.

However, he couldn't ignore the side effects. As he examined himself, he noticed that the clothes he had bought with Ma Xiuno's help just a few days ago were already tight.

This growth is insane. Is it because of this world? Yun Feng wondered.

It explained why people in Douluo Continent matured so quickly. The environment accelerated growth, boosting cultivation speed but potentially sacrificing long-term potential.

Stepping out of his dormitory, Yun Feng saw a commotion in the academy. Approaching to investigate, he found Tang San and Yu Xiaogang lying unconscious on the ground, covered in blood from their noses and mouths.

Yun Feng nearly laughed out loud but managed to stifle it.

He couldn't afford to reveal anything, especially if Tang Hao was still lurking nearby.

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The next morning, Yun Feng was awakened by Mo Hen, his neighbor. The academy's opening ceremony was about to begin, and as a newly admitted genius, Yun Feng was expected to attend.

Xiao Wu, too, was called to the ceremony. The headmaster personally gave her words of encouragement and even provided financial assistance upon learning of her innate full spirit power.

Watching this, Yun Feng finally felt things were falling into place.

In his previous life, students who aced top-tier exams like Tsinghua or Peking University would receive nationwide attention. Of course, a prodigy like Xiao Wu would attract recognition.

It was absurd to think she wouldn't.

The headmaster even exempted Xiao Wu from her work-study duties.

After receiving money from the headmaster, Xiao Wu hesitated before handing Yun Feng the coins he had given her for bedding.

Looking at the money she held out, Yun Feng raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Xiao Wu, what's this?"