C14 Soul Power

Feng Ge returned to his own inn, and when he pushed open the door, his face immediately changed.

This was because what entered his eyes at this moment was a complete mess.

"A thief?" Feng Ge's first thought was that someone had entered his room.

Looking at the mess on the floor, even the bedding was lifted off the bed. Even the bedsheets were lifted off the bed, wasn't this Thief too exaggerated? Feng Ge could only shake his head and sigh. The imperial city was actually so inharmonious …

Helplessly tidying up the room, he mumbled to himself, "Hey, I'm a pauper, what's the point of letting you steal from me? You've wasted your efforts."

But just as Feng Ge finished talking to himself, behind the window outside the guest room, a figure jumped and disappeared into the endless night.

When night fell, Feng Ge took out the worn-out scroll that he had obtained from his Feng Family. Looking at the words "The Way" on the scroll, he kept thinking about what exactly it was. Why was it that every time he opened this scroll, his consciousness would be attacked by some sort of power, making him feel dizzy?

Feng Ge placed the scroll horizontally on the table, his hands supporting his cheeks, he stared at the scroll in a daze. He really wanted to know what kind of martial skill was this, why was he unable to access it?

In the end, Feng Ge went onto the bed and meditated, entering a state of cultivation. He placed the scroll on the table, and no longer paid any attention to it.

After Feng Ge cultivated for about three hours, the door to Feng Ge's room was quietly opened.

A black clothed man wearing a nightgown and a mask lightly walked into Feng Ge's room without making a sound.

The black clothed man arrived in front of Feng Ge's table and stared at the old and broken scroll on the table. He reached out his hand and gently opened it.

"Ah …" Suddenly, the black-clothed man cried out in alarm. He hurriedly closed the scroll and leaped out of the window. That speed was as fast as lightning.

"Who?" At the same time, Feng Ge was awakened from his cultivation, but the shadow of the black-clothed man was no longer in the room. However, Feng Ge immediately ran to the window to take a look, but still failed to find anything.

Ye Zichen frowned, "It seems like the intruders aren't just here today. They clearly have a purpose." Feng Ge thought for a while, then realized something: It can't be because of the twenty thousand vouchers I have, right?

From Feng Ge's point of view, the thieves were after his money, but the reality was not as simple as Feng Ge thought. An expert with such agility, would he care about such a small amount of money?

The next day, Feng Ge paid the bill and found another inn to stay at. After that, he went out to wander the streets of the imperial city, since it was not easy to visit.

As he walked, Feng Ge actually arrived in front of a large house. As he looked up, he was instantly shocked in his heart.

Han Residence! This was Han Family, Han Feng's home, one of the three great forces of the imperial city!

Feng Ge turned his head and left. He did not want to stir up trouble at this time, after all, he still had to participate in the admissions assessment two days later.

However, just as he was about to turn around and leave, he happened to see an old acquaintance walking towards him …

"Han Feng..."

At this moment, Han Feng also saw Feng Ge, and he couldn't help but rush over, "Trash, it's actually you, a four and a half star? "I've been looking for you in the capital for an entire day now. I never would have thought that you'd come knocking on my door."

When Han Feng saw Feng Ge, he got angry. Yesterday, he heard that when Flowing Cloud Academy was recruiting, a guy called four and a half stars came out, and his name was Feng Ge.

So, from last night, Han Feng sent people to all four corners of the inn to look for Feng Ge, who would have thought that today he would deliver himself up to the door?

"En..." Eldest Young Master Han, how did your injuries heal so quickly? " Seeing Han Feng being so arrogant, Feng Ge could not help but laugh at him.

But Han Feng's injuries had healed so quickly, it really surprised Feng Ge. In just a few days, his right hand that was shattered had actually recovered?

"Cut the crap!" Han Feng didn't care about anything as he punched towards Feng Ge.

What was he afraid of in this place? This was his territory anyway, if Feng Ge dared to retaliate, he could guarantee that the guards of Han Family wouldn't be able to beat him!

Feng Ge was not an idiot. He agilely dodged to the side, dodging Han Feng's attack, "Young Master Han, the duel between your grandfather and I was not held today!"

"You don't have the right to duel with me. Don't think that you can be arrogant and despotic just because you ate those pills and beat me. I will kill you today."

That day, he lost to Feng Ge and was extremely unconvinced. After coming back to think about it, how could a mere four star warrior who had just obtained a Martial Souol possess the power of a martial master? If this wasn't drugs, then what was it?

"Purple Cloud Fist!" Han Feng did not wait for Feng Ge to speak. His body had already moved, and he once again launched an attack at Feng Ge.

Feng Ge was not a dead rascal. Since the other party had already gone all out against him, how could he bear it? Then let him have another taste of that day's defeat!

Feng Ge thought for a while and decided to counterattack. After that, he channeled the spirit energy in his body and gave the Astral Soul to his right hand.

"Good!" "Come on." Seeing Feng Ge striking back, Han Feng sneered in his heart, the Spirit Qi in his body quickly converged in his right fist and struck towards Feng Ge.

"Ya!" Feng Ge also let out a low shout, his right leg fiercely glared at him from the ground, and his body immediately rushed out, blocking Han Feng with a palm.

BOOM! When the fists and palms collided, there was a sudden muffled sound. At this moment, the two figures stopped on the spot for two seconds. Then, there was a miserable scream as a figure was sent flying.

"Puchi …" Feng Ge landed heavily on the ground. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and a mouthful of fresh blood flowed out.

"Like I said, if you didn't take drugs, how could you be a match for me? Killing you is as easy as killing an ant! "Trash." Han Feng said as he walked towards Feng Ge.

This time, he was even more certain that Feng Ge was not his match. On the day of the wedding, he must have consumed some sort of medicinal pellet and increased his strength.

Feng Ge was also very puzzled, why was it that during the palm strike on the day of the wedding, he was able to unleash a shocking amount of power, but there was no such power today? He was sent flying with just one move?

The current Feng Ge didn't have the slightest ability to resist against a six star warrior like Han Feng. Could it be that he had to die in Han Feng's hands today?

While Feng Ge was feeling suspicious, Han Feng had already walked in front of him. "Trash, your father will cripple you today." After Han Feng finished speaking, he raised his fist once again and punched towards Feng Ge's head.

This punch of Han Feng's was fatal, after this punch, Feng Ge's head would be split into eight pieces.

Feng Ge was shocked. Facing Han Feng's attack that was coming at him from such a close distance, Feng Ge could only watch as Yue Yang's fist landed on his head. However, he himself had no chance of dodging at all.

Just at that moment, suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept past, bringing with it a burst of powerful energy and whistling sound that caused Han Feng to turn pale in shock, he quickly retracted his hand and retreated awkwardly.

"Who?" He roared.

However, in his eyes, all he saw was a white clothed figure bringing Feng Ge along and disappearing from the end of the street like a gale wind.

"What a fast movement technique!" Feng Ge being saved was not the main point, but who was the person who saved him? That was the main point. This person actually dared to behave so atrociously in Han Family's territory, wasn't he looking down on Han Family?

"Find out his identity immediately." Han Feng clapped his hands and said to the two guards beside him.

"There's no need to check, those are instructors for Flowing Cloud Academy." At this time, a middle-aged man walked out from the Han Family gate.

The middle-aged man had a square face, sharp eyebrows, and fierce eyes.

"Father, you said that the man in white is a teacher of Flowing Cloud Academy?"

So this man was actually Han Feng's father, Han City.

"For someone to possess such a movement technique, other than Yang Fann, who is known as the number one in, there might not be a second one in Tianxuan Empire." Han Cheng said as he looked at the end of the street with his hands behind his back.

"How preposterous, are they really going to fight us with Flowing Cloud Academy? It's actually this unbridled! " Han Feng scolded.

"My son is not as angry as he is. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. It's better for you to hurry back and clean up your mind, and follow your grandfather in raising his Purple Cloud Peak."

"Father, that... "What about Yi?" Han Feng asked anxiously.

"She has already been taken away by your grandfather." After Han Cheng finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the mansion.

"Hee hee, alright. I will immediately go find grandfather …" Han Feng's face revealed a smile.

"..."

had been beaten up to a critical juncture by Han Feng and was rescued by a white clothed figure. And at this moment, he was lying on a bed in a guest room, still in a dazed state.

Beside the bed, a white-clothed person was feeding him a medicinal pill. Looking at the unconscious Feng Ge, the white robed man beside the bed sighed: "Where are you bad? You just had to walk to the Han Family, sigh."

After the man in white finished speaking, he stood up.

The white-robed man was a middle-aged man clad in elegant white clothes. He had strong features, strong eyes, a handsome face, and an extraordinary bearing.

Because in the Flowing Cloud Academy, Yang Fann was famous for being a beautiful man among all the male instructors, and was the target of admiration for the female students, the male god in their hearts.

"Cough, cough …" Just then, Feng Ge seemed to have woken up.

"How is it? Are you feeling better? " Yang Fann looked at Feng Ge and asked. His expression was no longer as peaceful as before, but instead was extremely serious.

"So it was the instructor who saved me." Feng Ge said gratefully when he saw that it was Master Yang Fann.

"You wasted one of my high-grade fourth-grade pills. You must remember this debt." Yang Fann said very seriously.

Superior Grade Four! This pellet is priceless in the entire Tianxuan Empire!

"Eh …" Feng Ge was stiff for a moment, then replied: "Rest assured Instructor, in the future, I will pay you back double."

"Hahaha …" Double, then I'll remember your words. " Yang Fann laughed.

If Feng Ge knew that this pellet was precious enough to buy the entire Feng Family, he probably would have slapped himself across the face.

"Feng Ge, there's something I want to ask you." Yang Fann stopped smiling and his face returned to his serious expression and asked.

"Instructor, please ask."

"That day, you defeated Han Feng with just one move. Where did that power of yours come from? Why can't I feel any of that power from you? " Yang Fann stared at Feng Ge and asked.

"This …" Regarding this matter, Feng Ge did not know how to answer.

"Are you bestowing some kind of Soul Strength to your body?" Yang Fann asked.

"Instructor, what is the Soul Strength?" Feng Ge was confused, what did he mean by the Soul Strength?

"Alright, take it that I didn't say anything. Take a good rest. Not only can a high-grade fourth-grade pill help you heal your wounds in a short period of time, it can also help you increase your strength. Don't forget your habit." Yang Fann changed the topic and after he finished speaking, he left.

Feng Ge frowned, thinking back to what Yang Fann had told him: Soul Strength?