It's getting closer to noon. The sun's heat has increased considerably; luckily, it's spring now.
Lin Feng is still sitting on the flat rock by the lake. He slapped his forehead when he remembered something:
"Hack, I forgot to cook lunch in excitement..."
Lin Feng couldn't quite fit in with everyone in the village.
That is why he built his own hut in the back of the village, with the help of the villagers, of course.
Before his spirit was awakened, where did his small body have the strength to build such a large hut all by himself in this mountain?
Even though he doesn't have much contact with the villagers, he has to admit that the villagers are kind to him.
Lin Feng shook his head, thinking about the old days. Then he looked out at the clear water of the large lake ahead.
The lake was situated at the top of a hill, which is why a beautiful green forest was visible below.
He built his cottage here because of the incredible beauty of this place.
From the front of the cottage, he could see the sun rise and the sunset from behind, which was truly incomparable.
"But before that..."
Lin Feng wanted to finish the unfinished work with the system.
He opened the system's portable space and took out the identity exchange card.
He then muttered, "I want to exchange my identity with Tang San... In Tang Hao's eyes..."
The system said in a helpless voice: [Ding! Host, you can only exchange your identity with Tang San (in Tang Hao's sight) when both Tang San and Tang Hao are within one hundred meters of you.]
"That..."
"It seems that when I go to the Nuoding Academy in three months, I will be able to exchange my identity with Tang San!"
Lin Feng has no interest in stealing Tang San's identity. But the problem is that Tang Hao is Tang San's father.
His goal is to collect all the beauties in this world, including Xiao Wu.
Since Tang Hao is a title Douluo, he will see Xiao Wu's true identity early on. In this situation, if Lin Feng pursues Xiao Wu, maybe Tang Hao will silence him in the dark.
And now that the system is giving him the chance to control Tang Hao for as long as he can, he definitely won't miss this opportunity.
Lin Feng doesn't believe in Tang Hao's unrealistic personality.
'It's better to control him for ten years than to make him my direct enemy... Who cares what dirty methods I used, as long as I survive, all methods are good.'
These were Lin Feng's heartfelt words.
"Well, since I can't use the identity exchange card now, I'd rather activate my VIP privileges..."
Lin Feng reopened his VIP panel. Without any hesitation, he told the system, "Recharge to activate VIP 1 privilege."
The system gave a congratulatory message: [Ding! Thank you for purchasing the VIP 1 privilege of the system.]
[-10,000 Gold Soul Coins]
[Ding! Host, please wait. VIP 1 benefits are being issued...]
The system's voice disappeared for a moment and then returned:
[Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained VIP 1 rewards:
(1) 10 SP
(2) 2% Shop Discount
(3) +1 AFK Slot]
[Ding! Congratulations, you have received the VIP privilege: a VIP 1 Reward Box. Host, would you like to open it?]
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Just as Lin Feng was about to get up to make lunch, a voice caught his attention:
"Oiii, Lin Feng, Village Chief Tom is looking for you."
When Lin Feng turned around, he saw a village boy calling out to him from a distance. At first glance, he recognized the boy with whom he had awakened his spirit today.
"Grandpa Tom looking for me?" Lin Feng asked curiously, "Why?"
"Umm, I don't know, but I saw the paper Lord Spirit Master gave him when he sent me to call you..." the young boy shouted from the mountain.
"Paper? My spirit certificate?" Lin Feng guessed a little. He nodded politely at the young boy, "Okay, I'm there..."
"You wa..."
Hearing that Lin Feng was going there, the young boy did not wait for him and ran towards the village. He didn't even wait for Lin Feng to finish his words.
"...Okay," Lin Feng shook his head helplessly, "It's almost noon, so his parents might be waiting for him for dinner..."
Lin Feng comforted himself by lying and covering up his shame.
Then, without saying anything, Lin Feng jumped down from the rock.
"...."
Inside the village.
The sun has barely climbed past the treetops now.
Lin Feng arrived and stood in front of a small wooden house.
He could hear the clatter of bowls and wooden chopsticks from inside the house. He smelled the delicious food.
He knocked on the door, "Grandpa Tom~ Grandpa Tom, I'm here!"
"Crack~!"
The old wooden door creaked, and he saw Old Tom behind it.
Seeing Lin Feng, Old Tom's old face lit up with a kind smile, "Little Feng, you're just in time, come on, your aunt has prepared the food, come and eat."
"Um, then I could like to thank Aunt Xi~!" Lin Feng didn't show any politeness and immediately agreed. This wasn't his first time experience, so he didn't seem shy or polite.
"Ha! You brat learned a lot!" Old Tom giggled.
Lin Feng smiled brightly and stepped into the house.
Seeing him, Old Tom's daughter-in-law, Su Ruoxi, wiped her hands on her apron and said with a gentle smile, "Little Feng, it's been a long time since I last saw you."
"Where, where..." Lin Feng waved his hand and said politely.
"I heard that our Little Feng is now the village hero... He is going to represent our village this time..." Aunt Xi playfully teased Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was speechless with shame. I can't figure out how to answer this. He can't do anything but silently shake his head.
Old Tom, who was picking up his chopsticks from the bowl of rice, pointed at Lin Feng, "Little Feng, the registration for the Nuoding Academy will start in two days."
Lin Feng, who was eating like a pig, was stunned, "Two days later? Wasn't the academy registration supposed to happen three months after the spirit awakened?"
"Three months? Who said it would take so long?" Old Tom looked at Lin Feng strangely. He then explained, "Actually, Lord Spirit Master comes to our village at the very last to awaken the martial spirit since our village has not given birth to a single spirit master for over 100 years..."
Lin Feng understood now.
"So this means I have to register at the academy in three days?" Lin Feng asked thoughtfully.
"Hmm, that was the plan... but I guess I won't be able to get you there..."
Old Tom then explained that he had some urgent work to do in two days, so he couldn't go anyway.
As he spoke, his eyes showed that he was sad that he would not be able to deliver the future spirit master of his village, born after all these years, to the academy on his own.
"Oh, it's no problem, Grandpa Tom, actually, I've been to the Nuoding city alone many times before and I know the streets very well."
Lin Feng didn't have much experience in comforting someone, so he spoke his mind.
"I know that, but I'm sad that I won't be able to take the future of my village to the academy on my own."
Old Tom expressed his regret again, but then he shook his head.
He then shared a piece of news, "Oh, and that Old Jack is quite lucky this year."
"This year, a spirit master was born in his village... and the surprising thing is that the boy was born with initial full spirit power... unbelievable."
Lin Feng nodded silently. He knew the main character that Old Tom was telling him about.
'Tag Sun... Well, your bad day is coming, so please be prepared, brother three...' Lin Feng said to himself in his mind.
Seeing Lin Feng in a different mood, Old Tom consoled him, "Little Feng, don't stress. Maybe he started well, but you'll also stand up one day..."
Lin Feng was even more speechless after hearing Old Tom's words. He could clearly hear the self-doubt in Old Tom's voice.
But he politely thanked Old Tom for his motivation, "Thank you, Grandpa Tom. Your words are the greatest help to me..."
He said to himself, "Then in two days I'm going to register at the academy... No, that's not a big deal, the big deal is that in two days I'll get to see my Xiao Wu..."
Lin Feng's skin is thicker than the city wall, so he doesn't feel any shame and seamlessly calls Xiao Wu his own.
If God King Tang San heard this from him, he might vomit a barrel of blood. Maybe he'll reach over his head and look for a green hat...
"...."
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