Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

"This is the soul coin you gave me earlier," Xiao Wu said, her face tinged with embarrassment. "Now that the principal has provided me with some funds, I should return this to you."

Without giving Yun Feng a chance to refuse, she quickly placed the coin in his hand and left in a rush, her expression a mixture of shyness and gratitude.

Yun Feng glanced at the silver soul coin in his palm and chuckled softly.

It was worth noting that Xiao Wu no longer stayed in the shabby dormitory of Seven Halls. Thanks to the principal's support, she had been assigned a private residence in the faculty dormitories.

Tang San, despite his innate full spirit power, didn't receive the same treatment. The principal, mindful of his martial spirit and his status as Yu Xiaogang's disciple, deliberately refrained from offering additional help. If not for instructions from above, he wouldn't have bothered with such a "useless" case.

As Xiao Wu disappeared from view, Yun Feng pocketed the soul coin and headed toward the academy's training grounds to practice Thunderstorm Fist, a body technique requiring ample space.

Day after day, Yun Feng maintained a disciplined routine, training tirelessly for an hour at the same spot. His unrelenting dedication inspired the entire academy.

The students, awestruck by Yun Feng's diligence, felt a surge of urgency. After all, if a prodigy worked so hard, how could they afford to slack off? Under his influence, the atmosphere at Nuoding Academy grew increasingly competitive.

Only Xiao Wu seemed untouched by the pressure. She spent her days leisurely enjoying the funds provided by the principal, showing no interest in cultivating. Despite her outstanding talent, she indulged in relaxation, much to the dismay of her peers.

Yet the most unsettling revelation came when Xiao Wu returned from a single day's absence and revealed that her spirit power had surged to Rank 12 without any evident effort.

Tang San, upon learning this, was dumbfounded. After painstakingly stabilizing his meridians with Mysterious Heaven Technique, he had only managed to restore his spirit power to Rank 9. Meanwhile, Xiao Wu had effortlessly outpaced him.

This stark contrast gnawed at Tang San's psyche.

Worse still, Yu Xiaogang, intending to take Tang San on a spirit hunt, was shocked to discover his disciple's regression.

"You're supposed to be born with full spirit power!" Yu Xiaogang exclaimed, struggling to reconcile the facts.

After Tang San explained his symptoms, Yu Xiaogang reflected on his own recent struggles and reluctantly believed his student. The relentless pain, the inexplicable exhaustion, the bouts of blood-spewing agony—Yu Xiaogang began to wonder if Tang San had somehow infected him with a mysterious ailment.

Despite his suspicions, Yu Xiaogang couldn't abandon Tang San. After all, this boy was his idol's child.

Regret lingered in his heart, though. Watching Yun Feng's disciplined training, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but lament his earlier decisions.

"If only I hadn't listened to Tang San back then," he muttered.

Still, it wasn't too late. He considered approaching Yun Feng to recruit him as a disciple but hesitated, knowing it would risk offending Tang San.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu, with Yun Feng's guidance, visited the Spirit Hall to confirm her spirit power and began receiving subsidies. Though the principal's support sufficed, she gladly accepted the Spirit Hall's monthly gold soul coin stipend—after all, money was never unwelcome, especially for a girl who enjoyed shopping.

Her relationship with Yun Feng deepened as they spent more time together. Despite receiving an invitation to join the Spirit Hall from Ma Xiuno, Xiao Wu politely declined, citing her need to observe and learn more about the human world.

Ma Xiuno, though disappointed, respected her decision. Yet, as the division's leader, he couldn't overlook such prodigious talent. He decided to draft a report detailing Yun Feng and Xiao Wu's potential, intending to send it to the Spirit Hall's higher-ups.

However, before he could finish the letter, a hooded man materialized in his office.

Sensing the intruder's ominous aura, Ma Xiuno rose to confront him, but the stranger acted swiftly. In an instant, Ma Xiuno felt a sharp pain at his neck.

As the world spun around him, his vision dimmed. He caught a fleeting glimpse of his decapitated body, still standing upright, before everything went black.

The assailant was none other than Tang Hao.

He couldn't risk letting any information about Xiao Wu reach the Spirit Hall. Her identity as a soul beast in human form had to remain a secret, and with his son, Tang San, still at the academy, Tang Hao wouldn't tolerate any loose ends.

After killing Ma Xiuno, Tang Hao meticulously cleaned the scene, burning the half-written letter and ensuring no traces were left behind before slipping away.

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Time flew by, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

In this period, Yun Feng underwent remarkable changes. His relentless training pushed his growth to unprecedented heights. At just six years old, he now stood at an impressive 1.5 meters, towering over Tang San and Xiao Wu by a full head.

His body, sculpted through rigorous cultivation, radiated strength and athleticism, exuding a sense of youthful vigor.

Yun Feng's spirit power had steadily climbed, fueled by the energy siphoned from Tang Hao, Tang San, and Yu Xiaogang. His foundation grew ever more robust.

The academy felt the impact of Ma Xiuno's absence. While Yun Feng wasn't emotionally attached to the late division leader, he couldn't help but feel a pang of loss.

After all, Ma Xiuno had been one of the few people who genuinely cared for him in this world.

And Yun Feng had no doubt about the culprit behind the murder. Tang Hao.