Douluo: My power increases in Two levels

"Son… are you really planning to go to that Shrek Academy? "

Zhang Lingling looked at Han Feng with eyes full of reluctance. "Honestly, I think the nearby intermediate academies aren't bad at all. Especially Tianling Intermediate Academy—it has royal backing! With your talent, you could easily go through Tianling and enter the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy! "

Three and a half years had passed, but Zhang Lingling hadn't changed much. Her soul power had barely increased, and her appearance remained as youthful and elegant as ever. It was as if time itself had frozen for her.

Han Feng chuckled awkwardly. Ever since he mentioned wanting to study at Shrek Academy, Zhang Lingling had been voicing her reluctance nonstop—this was already the third time today: morning, noon, and night...

Truth be told, Soto City and Stan City weren't that far apart. If he was determined, he could make a round trip in a single day.

From the side, Han Dang let out a cold snort and snapped, "Hmph! I think he just wants to get away from us. Tired of home already, is that it? Thinks we're too old, too annoying! "

Zhang Lingling's eyes immediately filled with sorrow as she turned to Han Feng and asked softly, "Feng'er… is that true? "

Han Feng panicked. He waved his hands frantically, his movements almost leaving afterimages. "Of course not! I've never said anything like that! I've said it countless times—going to Shrek Academy was a decision I made after careful thought! "

"Tianling Academy might have royal connections, but I really can't stand that whole noble system. Too many rules and restrictions! "

"Shrek Academy might not be famous, but I heard that anyone who graduates from there is at least a Soul Sect. Isn't Qin Ming—the youngest Soul Emperor in history—a graduate from Shrek? "

Han Feng made his case with conviction. There was no way he'd let Han Dang's accusation stick.

Of course, there was one reason he didn't mention aloud—Shrek Academy had strong backers.

Zhang Lingling sighed softly. She understood the logic, but emotionally, it was hard to accept. After raising her son for twelve years, it was painful to watch him leave.

Han Dang, as usual, was more direct. "If that weren't the case, do you think your mother and I would let you go to Shrek? "

"But I have one condition."

His tone suddenly shifted, his expression solemn as he stared at Han Feng and spoke with heavy seriousness.

Han Feng stiffened. Seeing how serious his father was, he quickly nodded. "Go ahead, Dad."

"I was young once too. At your age, I was full of curiosity—wanted to explore everything. That's natural. But you have to understand: everything has a limit. I never want to see another incident like the one from three years ago."

Han Feng thought something new was coming, but when Han Dang brought up the past again, he deflated immediately and muttered bitterly, "Dad… I've explained that a million times already. That time wasn't my fault—I was tricked by a ten-thousand-year-old Fire Spirit Cat! "

But Han Dang didn't budge. "I don't want to hear that excuse again. Just take care of yourself."

Helpless, Han Feng could only shrug.

He had explained it back when he returned from the Star Dou Forest three years ago, but neither Han Dang nor Zhang Lingling believed him.

Their reasoning was hard to argue with: "What, Fire Spirit Cat? Never heard of it! "Even if it were real, how did Han Feng survive an abduction by a ten-thousand-year soul beast?

Han Feng had no way to prove himself. He simply nodded and accepted it. After all, he'd promised Qian Qian-jie not to tell anyone about her—not even his own parents.

Finally, Han Dang moved on. "One more thing. You must always remember—you are a defense-type Soul Master."

"Huh? " Han Feng blinked in confusion.

Han Dang knew his son didn't understand, so he explained, "Feng'er, your talent is exceptional. I'd even say 99% of titled Douluo aren't as gifted as you."

As he said that, a natural sense of pride surfaced on his face. Zhang Lingling, too, looked proud.

Han Feng was still a month shy of twelve, yet his soul power had already reached an astonishing level 32!

To be exact—he had hit level 32 already. Originally, Han Dang planned to take him to hunt for a soul ring, but Han Feng had refused. His thinking was simple: Why hunt now when I can train freely? When I get to Shrek, I'll have plenty of free labor to help me.

Money doesn't grow on trees! Even though Han Dang had become a Soul King last year and was now in charge of the entire Soul Arena in Stan City, their family still believed in living frugally.

But when Han Feng heard his father's praise, he felt a bit guilty.

Truth be told, after absorbing the soul ring from the Agitated Rhinoceros three years ago, his soul power had already surged past level 21, nearing 22. Then, with the eight-level boost from that mysterious effect, he'd effectively reached 30. Meaning in the last three years, he'd only improved by two levels on his own.

Still, Han Feng wasn't without achievements.

Despite being at level 32, the quality of his soul power was already comparable to that of a Soul Sect. In fact, weaker Soul Sects like Zhang Lingling couldn't even match his soul power density!

On top of that, he had developed four self-created soul skills. In addition to [Solar Flare] and [Concealed Shield], he had now mastered a charged shield strike attack and even a powerful finishing move he named "Flame Dragon Armor."

Honestly, if not for the limitations of his martial soul and available soul power, Han Feng was already a Soul Sect in all but name—with more soul skills than most real ones.

"But!"

Han Dang's tone suddenly turned stern. "You must remember—you are a defense-type Soul Master. Showing off is for power-attack types. You're a genius, yes. You've got external soul bones, self-created soul skills, powerful soul force, high soul power quality... Even I would struggle if you fought me seriously. But don't forget: the world of Soul Masters is filled with danger. A true genius is one who survives and grows."

"With your talent, you'll become a Titled Douluo one day. You'll carve out your place in this world. Don't risk everything for temporary pride."

As Han Dang lectured, Han Feng muttered under his breath, "Two giant shields? Of course I'm hard to deal with…"

Smack!

Zhang Lingling gently swatted his head, her voice soft but chiding: "Listen to your father."

"Yes, ma'am! "

Han Feng nodded and fell silent. He listened, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

The truth was, he had considered applying to Heaven Dou Imperial Academy. After all, Qian Qian-jie was part of the royal family. But she had rejected the idea outright in her last letter.

—Yes, they still kept in touch. Ever since they parted in the Star Dou Forest, Han Feng and Qian Renxue had continued exchanging letters.

Of course, Han Feng still believed she was just some princess or noble from the Heaven Dou royal family. He'd never imagined she was that Qian Renxue.

Thinking of her naturally reminded him of his external soul bone, and Han Feng sighed inwardly.

He had tried to study it in secret after noticing something odd about it, but he never made any real progress.

He'd only discovered that when his emotions became highly agitated, his soul power would surge—and the external soul bone would also activate. It would amplify his strength… but also stir up his emotions in return.

If he lost control, it could easily spiral into madness.

Han Feng had considered using it as a trump card—but emotions weren't something one could command on demand.

Worse, this soul bone was unusually picky. It ignored positive emotions like happiness and excitement. Only negative ones—rage, hatred—would trigger it.

That left Han Feng frustrated. Even when he tried to get angry, it wasn't enough to trigger a full activation.

"Alright, alright! Dearest parents, I set sail tomorrow! No need to worry—I've got joy and wisdom to steer my boat~! "

Seeing his dad's lecture winding down, Han Feng burst into song with a cheeky grin. Han Dang and Zhang Lingling didn't understand the reference, but they were used to it. Han Feng had always spoken in odd phrases now and then.

Han Dang just thought, With talent like this, my son is destined to stand at the pinnacle of the world.

Zhang Lingling's thoughts were more down-to-earth: My son's so handsome… who knows how many daughters-in-law he'll bring home this time…