Duolou: After taking advice, I became Supreme!

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu in front of him, feeling an inexplicable mix of emotions.

On one hand, Xiao Wu's concern for him moved Tang San deeply. On the other hand, her behavior left him troubled.

An odd thought crossed his mind: if only his Blue Silver Grass could be as versatile as Yun Feng's, could he provide Xiao Wu with a better life? Why couldn't his Blue Silver Grass build a house?

Watching Xiao Wu walk slowly into the palace and the door closing behind her, a sense of emptiness settled in Tang San's heart.

What a mess.

But musing over such things now was pointless.

Xiao Wu had already gone inside with Yun Feng. Glancing at the sky, Tang San noted the moon shining in a sky sparsely dotted with stars.

Tang San shook his head and turned to leave. Yun Feng, seeing his retreating figure, smiled without speaking.

Tang San, oh Tang San.

It's not my fault, really!

It's just that Xiao Wu is so beautiful, and your mother—her presence is too nurturing.

The Next Morning

After a simple breakfast in the dining hall, the bell signaling the start of class rang.

Yun Feng and the others made their way to class without hesitation. Tang San, however, appeared dazed, as if he hadn't slept well. Only when looking at Xiao Wu did a glimmer return to his eyes.

Several times, he tried to speak but couldn't bring himself to ask. After all, Xiao Wu showed no signs of harm, which gave him some peace of mind.

Today's lesson was once again led by Flender.

Yun Feng and his group had waited a good quarter of an hour before the headmaster made his leisurely entrance.

Seeing Flender's posturing, Ning Rongrong almost spoke up, but Yun Feng silenced her with a look. She obediently held her tongue, showing none of her usual defiance when facing Yun Feng.

Flender's eyes first landed on Ma Hongjun. Seeing his appearance, Flender didn't know what to say.

The previous night, after training at the Great Spirit Arena, Ma Hongjun had sought Flender out. Knowing his disciple's nature, Flender had reluctantly taken him to the red-light district.

But unlike past visits, this time, Ma Hongjun emerged in under three minutes, looking utterly dejected.

Realizing something was amiss, Flender had questioned him. Ma Hongjun, unable to lie to his teacher, confessed everything.

Flender hadn't expected Yun Feng's attack to have such lasting effects on Ma Hongjun's body.

Three minutes! His student, who usually lasted at least an hour, now returned after mere moments.

It was no wonder he was so downcast.

Anyone would struggle with such a blow!

But after examining Ma Hongjun, Flender discovered something astonishing: the evil fire within Ma Hongjun had significantly diminished due to kidney damage.

Even more surprising, his spirit's quality hadn't dropped much and was still considered top-tier. This revelation brought joy to Flender.

This discovery lessened his initial anger, even sparking gratitude toward Yun Feng. The incident, though unintended, had cured Ma Hongjun's chronic ailment and curbed his unsavory habits.

Without the means, Flender guessed his disciple would eventually abandon such pursuits.

But seeing Ma Hongjun in his current state, Flender realized his advice had likely fallen on deaf ears.

At that moment, Ma Hongjun looked nothing like the future powerhouse Flender envisioned.

Knowing he couldn't rush things, Flender refrained from saying more. Yun Feng, sensing Flender's gaze through Ah Yin's hint, looked at Ma Hongjun and smiled knowingly.

He could guess what had happened.

The thought that Bai Chenxiang would no longer be entangled with this weak-willed boy, spared a lifetime of suffering, made Yun Feng feel like he had done something good. After all, that girl was quite charming.

Flender took a deep breath, shifting his attention away from Ma Hongjun. Scanning the group, he noticed someone missing. Frowning, he turned to Dai Mubai and asked, "Mubai, where is Oscar?"

Dai Mubai, upon hearing his respected headmaster's question, shared what he knew.

"When I left this morning, I saw Oscar still training. He might have entered deep meditation and couldn't wake in time."

Flender's frown deepened.

"This lesson can't start without him. Dai Mubai, go get him."

Just as Dai Mubai was about to head back to the dormitory, Oscar came running, face flushed with excitement instead of worry over being late.

"Oscar, don't tell me you want to run laps again?" Flender's eyes narrowed, clearly displeased. After being embarrassed by Yun Feng yesterday, now even Oscar seemed set on undermining him.

Oscar quickly shook his head.

"No, Headmaster, let me explain. I've broken through—I've reached level thirty!"

"What?"

Everyone, except Yun Feng, turned to Oscar in shock.

Oscar was a year younger than Dai Mubai, only fourteen. Reaching level thirty at such an age was astounding, especially for a food-type spirit master, known for being the hardest to cultivate.

His achievement was more impressive than that of a battle spirit master.

Every level gained by a food-type spirit master significantly enhanced their supportive capabilities.

On the Douluo Continent, spirit masters above level thirty were rare. In the army, such individuals could command a thousand troops or more.

Level forty and above were even rarer.

Food-type spirit masters above level fifty were nearly unheard of. Spirit masters over level sixty were so rare they only appeared in major clans or the Spirit Hall after many years of nurturing.

A food-type spirit master at the Great Spirit Master level could supply food for a hundred people. But even a newly advanced level thirty Spirit Elder could provide for over five hundred, and the number only increased with higher levels.

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