Douluo: Asking Senior Sister To Join My Harem

Chapter -22.

Creak!

The door to Chen Feng's dorm room swung open, and in walked Wu Yue, looking utterly exhausted. He trudged over to his bed, buried his head in the quilt, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Chen Feng, sensing Wu Yue's arrival with his spiritual awareness, chose to stay focused on his meditation, ignoring the commotion.

When Wu Yue finally rubbed his sleepy eyes and woke up, he was surprised to see Chen Feng still deep in meditation beside him. He couldn't help but admire Chen Feng's dedication. It made Wu Yue realize just how far behind he was in his own training—no wonder Chen Feng was so strong!

Feeling inspired, Wu Yue decided right then and there that he would start cultivating too and work hard to get stronger!

But two hours later, Wu Yue was feeling uncomfortable all over. Cultivating was just too dull! He couldn't take it anymore and quietly slipped out of the room, careful not to disturb Chen Feng.

As he tiptoed out, he made his way to the next dormitory to find his friends.

Not long after Wu Yue left, Chen Feng finished his meditation. A spark of light flickered in his eyes as he exhaled a deep breath, stood up, and gazed out the window at the darkening sky, realizing another day had come to an end.

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Meanwhile, the well-known Ma Xiaotao from Shrek Academy was unsteadily making her way into the bathroom, trying to clean up her wet and messy clothes.

After freshening up, she glanced at the soaked men's clothes and felt a blush creep onto her stunning face. Trying to shake off her embarrassment, Ma Xiaotao washed Chen Feng's clothes, dried them with her Phoenix flames, and neatly folded them.

As she raised her right hand, her delicate fingers, resembling slender green onions, caught the light. On her index finger sparkled a large ruby, its deep red hue reminiscent of pigeon blood—absolutely breathtaking! With a flicker of brilliance, she stored the folded clothes in her soul guide.

Every time Ma Xiaotao thought about the candid moments she shared with Chen Feng earlier, her cheeks flushed. After a moment, she shook her head and rubbed her cheeks, settling down to cultivate. Now that her mind was clear of distracting thoughts, she could finally focus.

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Later that evening, after dinner, Chen Feng returned to the dormitory.

In the past, he had experimented with creating his own soul skills, blending soul power, spiritual power, and his own will. Now, the legendary Limit Douluo Mu En, a master in this field, had made significant strides in developing soul skills.

The Dragon God Douluo's self-created skill, "Ruling the World," had sent shockwaves through the Douluo Continent, instilling fear in many.

This unique combination of spirit, soul power, and will made self-created skills much more powerful and versatile than regular ones. They could enhance not just soul skills but also weapons, fists, and swords—endless possibilities!

Chen Feng recalled that in the original story, Dragon God Douluo Mu En had mentioned that his "Ruling the World" was a special path that merged soul power and spiritual power, a unique way to create soul skills.

For most soul masters, reaching at least the seven-ring Soul Sage level was necessary to even begin cultivating, as that was when their spiritual power could match their soul power. However, those with strong spiritual power had a much easier time (like Huo Yuhao, a Soul Douluo, who learned "Ruling the World").

Naturally, Chen Feng felt a twinge of envy at this powerful ability. When he was a Great Soul Master, he had tried it himself, thinking that with his strong mental power and sword intent, he would succeed. But he had failed, and the reason left him speechless: his mental power was too strong, but his soul power was too weak.

At that time, his soul power was just average for a Great Soul Master; he hadn't yet cultivated the Yin-Yang Art, so he had to put his self-created skill on hold. After mastering the Yin-Yang Art and returning from the extreme north, his soul power had improved significantly, and he had become a Soul Zun with an ultimate martial soul.

Now, with his soul power, mental power, and will all aligned, Chen Feng was ready to give his self-created soul skill another shot.

He settled down in his dorm, crossed his legs, and began to merge his mental power, soul power, and will. Starting with just a small amount of each, he aimed for a gentle fusion, knowing that failure wouldn't harm him.

Failure… Learning from it… Trying again…

From that moment on, Chen Feng was completely absorbed in his cultivation. His days became a simple routine: dormitory, Shrek City, meals, back to the dorm, and more cultivation.

As he immersed himself in this cycle, the Dream Ice Silkworm watched Chen Feng with great satisfaction. In its eyes, Chen Feng was simply perfect.

The Dream Ice Silkworm thought, "I can finally relax; Chen Feng doesn't need my help at all. When he becomes a god, I'll enjoy endless life right alongside him, haha!"

With each attempt, Chen Feng drew closer to success. The fierce sword intent began to swirl around him, and the fusion of his mental power and soul power became more seamless. The once ethereal sword intent gradually solidified as it merged with his soul power and mental power.

During this time, Wu Yue returned to the dormitory. He had initially planned to flatter Chen Feng and build a friendship, but upon seeing the intense sword intent surrounding Chen Feng, he felt a chill run down his spine. It was too overwhelming!

"What's going on? Is Chen Feng just cultivating soul power, or is he working on some powerful soul skill? This is terrifying! The gap between us feels so huge, it's like the difference between a person and a dog. Are we really the same age?"

Feeling uneasy, Wu Yue decided he couldn't stay any longer. He believed that if he did, something bad might happen. He quickly made his way to Shrek City and found a hotel, vowing not to return to the dorm until Chen Feng finished his training.

Meanwhile, outside the dormitory building, an old man in gray clothes lounged in a chair, a glimmer of golden light shining in his eyes.

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