"It would be for the best if you could become a Titled Douluo. While I'm away, the Investigation Bureau and the One Heart Society will still need you to take charge."
Feng Zaixing gave a hearty laugh, looked at Yuanen Yehui and Naer, and asked, "What about you two? Any thoughts?"
"Ye Hui, don't even think about a spirit soul for now. When the time is right, you will fuse with that little Mountain Dragon. The earth element possessed by the Mountain Dragon clan not only fits your Cultivate, but the stability attribute among the Dragon God's nine major attributes can better help you stabilize your Bloodline Origin."
"By my estimation, once you have fused with the Mountain Dragon spirit soul, even if you accidentally Breakthrough to Titled Douluo one day, your mind will never be controlled by the Fallen Angel Bloodline."
Yuanen Yehui thought for a moment and gave her answer: "It will be difficult to become a Titled Douluo within three years, but I am quite confident in breaking through to Spirit Saint and pushing for Spirit Douluo."
Hearing this, Feng Zaixing intentionally wore a look of disdain and sighed, "It's alright, I guess. Little Ye, you'll be twenty in three years. Don't forget that your father became a Spirit Douluo at twenty, and your teacher, I, was two years younger than you when I did."
Yuanen Yehui immediately lowered her pretty face, which was usually expressive with joy or anger, burying it between the majestic peaks of her chest as she whispered, "I will definitely work hard and not fail to live up to Teacher's expectations."
She thought to herself, "I must ask my father when I return how he managed to Cultivate so rapidly."
Possessing the Divine Rank Bloodlines of the Titan Giant Ape and the Fallen Angel, Yuanen Yehui was confident that her Spirit had completely surpassed her father's; only her cultivation speed was inferior.
"I can never repay Teacher's kindness in this lifetime, so I must not let him down."
Feeling the Mountain Dragon torso bone and the arm Spirit Bones fused within her body, Yuanen Yehui knew that breaking through to nine-rings as soon as possible and drawing out the army of the Demon Plane was the best way to repay her teacher.
When that time came, she would surely charge at the very front of the battle!
Naer raised her small hand with a beaming smile, her face full of the happiness of someone slacking off. "I'm even younger than you, Senior Martial Brother. When you come out of seclusion, you'll see a Spirit Douluo Junior Sister."
Feng Zaixing flicked her forehead. "Don't get too ahead of yourself. You still have a long way to go; reaching the Divine Rank is the goal."
Naer was a Clone of the Silver Dragon King, and Feng Zaixing had high expectations for her. After all, the Silver Dragon King Young Miss's bewildering actions had forcefully turned herself from a peak powerhouse into a nobody, but her thirty percent Origin definitely far exceeded that of an ordinary Divinity.
"I know, I know. When have I ever let you down?"
Naer stuck out her tongue and made a face, looking charming and cute as she teased that the old man shouldn't be so distrustful.
Feng Zaixing gave a faint smile and took out a new 'Spirit Transmission' token, saying, "This is something I found among Zhang Geyang's legacy. It's the Zhang Family's Spirit Transmission Token. With it, you can go to the Spirit Pagoda and find the spirit soul you are most satisfied with."
"Just like the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy, the Spirit Pagoda once hunted a Silver Dragon and turned it into a spirit soul. It has been ranked in the top three floors of the Soul Spirit Tower for years. The Qiangu Family regards it as a Family treasure and has always wanted to subdue it, yet they fear its backlash."
"But—I believe that with your Bloodline, as long as that Silver Dragon spirit soul sees you, it will bow down in submission."
Naer took the Spirit Transmission Token and toyed with it for a moment, then said solemnly, "I'll go back and look through the inventory. I'll definitely have Di—have them find the top-tier Spirit Bones for you."
She thought to herself that if the stock in the Star Dou Sightseeing Park was insufficient, she would simply source them on the spot by hunting a powerful Vicious Beast in the ocean as a gift. Anyway, they were all Sea God believers, so she wouldn't feel any pity killing them.
Feng Zaixing was tempted by the offer, but then said, "There's no need to prepare Spirit Bones for the arms. I already have two targets in mind."
"Good, I've noted that down."
After agreeing, a spark of inspiration flashed in Naer's mind, and she suddenly laughed, "Heavenly Phoenix Douluo is preparing to return and take over as the Spirit Pagoda Master. If I use the Spirit Transmission Token to exchange for the Spirit Pagoda's treasure spirit soul, wouldn't that count as obtaining resources from Teacher Gu Yue?"
"Senior Martial Brother, you're so good to me. You must have known that Gu Yue and I don't get along, so you gave me this treasure just to spite her, didn't you?"
Feng Zaixing said in a calm tone, "You're overthinking it—"
"I'm not, I'm not," Naer said clearly. She suddenly took a step forward and opened her arms to hug Feng Zaixing, her face full of innocent smiles.
"We might not see each other for several years after this parting. Let's have a farewell hug."
As if afraid Feng Zaixing would get angry, Naer let go gracefully after a brief hug, like a dragonfly skimming the water. Only her trembling, fluttering eyelashes betrayed her unsettled heart.
Yu Xin saw Naer's expression and smiled radiantly. She then stepped forward, hugged Feng Zaixing, and—to Naer's wide-mouthed astonishment—pressed her lips against his.
A hint of helplessness flashed in the depths of Feng Zaixing's eyes. He thought to himself that it was rare for her to be jealous, so he wrapped his arms around her soft yet powerful body and responded wholeheartedly to this fiery emotion, meeting Yu Xin's forceful and aggressive gaze.
Naer's little mouth grew wider and wider, soon resembling a certain National Pig Treasure:
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This, this, this... being so uninhibited right in front of her—and in front of her little disciple-niece? Senior Martial Brother, didn't you say you didn't understand emotions? How could you be like this?
Yuanen Yehui understood the concept of'see no evil' well. She covered her eyes with her slender hands, but quietly left two gaps between her fingers, staring at the two who were acting as if no one else was there.
For some reason, her heart was beating very fast. A shy emotion flushed her cheeks, and her pretty face quickly turned crimson.
"Fortunately, no one is paying attention to me right now." Watching her teacher and future teacher-in-law exchange affection, Yuanen Yehui couldn't help but feel a strange sense of being a voyeur.
Just then, Dai Yuner approached with light steps to socialize with her friends from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy. She was pulling Wu Siduo here and there when she suddenly witnessed this incredibly explosive scene.
Clatter
Dai Yuner's wine glass shattered on the ground with a piercing sound, but its owner had no time to care. Her round eyes were wide open as she whispered to the equally stunned Wu Siduo beside her, "Distant relative, are all couples in love in your Federation like this?"
Wu Siduo's expression at this moment was exactly the same as Naer's. She quickly remembered the terrifying pressure these two exerted, covered her mouth, and shook her head repeatedly. "I don't know, don't ask me. Didn't you tell your Father Emperor that you liked our President? Go ask him yourself."
Dai Yuner looked thoughtful and murmured to herself, "There's no need to ask about this. I've seen and heard plenty of noble love affairs since I was a child. This is quite normal for you guys."
Having grown up in the imperial court, Dai Yuner was 'well-versed' from a young age, and a surge of excitement hit her heart.
"This princess suddenly really wants to dance with him, right now," Dai Yuner said to Wu Siduo, her cute face full of seriousness.
Wu Siduo immediately took three steps back. "If you want to seek death, don't come near me. Don't let the blood splatter on my face."
Dai Yuner moved three steps closer, grabbing Wu Siduo's hand and saying, "Years ago, after I was discovered by that hateful woman and caught, Feng Zaixing also acted as an accomplice, helping Yu Xin tie me up. It was simply infuriating and so rude."
Wu Siduo nodded blankly. "What does that have to do with you not cherishing your life? Do I need to remind you that our Big Sister is a seven-ring Spirit Saint and her grandfather is the commander of the Central Legion?"
Dai Yuner showed a mischievous smile. "I just want to use this method to get back at her. Don't you think this is very satisfying and challenging?"
Hearing this, Wu Siduo's pupils shrank repeatedly, and she slapped away Dai Yuner's cat-like hand.
"Let go. I'm not your distant relative anymore."
With that, the girl with twin spirits activated her Hell Civet Spirit under the lights of the garden ball. She moved with incredibly fast cat-like steps, fleeing the scene at her life's fastest speed, sweat clearly visible on her powdered face.
It was too terrifying for a kitty; Dai Yuner was truly playing with fire!
"Wait, I was just joking. Why did you run away?"
Dai Yuner stood there in a daze. Could it be that her understanding of these people's ruthlessness was still insufficient?
Wu Siduo's fleeing figure caught many people's attention, including the Star Combination.
Xu Xiaoyan sensed the scent of gossip and said excitedly to Ye Xinglan, "Sister Xinglan, why do you think Wu Siduo was scared like that?"
Ye Xinglan's brows furrowed slightly, and she shook her head to indicate she didn't know. Her life had always been very monotonous, with sword practice taking up the vast majority of it.
If she had any obsessions, they were to get back at those who had abandoned her and to catch up to that figure who was so powerful it inspired despair.
Xu Xiaoyan's eyes scanned the area, catching sight of Feng Zaixing and Yu Xin. Unfortunately, Feng Zaixing seemed to have sensed something; the moment this gossipy girl's gaze turned toward them, he had already released the woman in his arms, feeling slightly relieved in his heart.
With a big-mouthed person like Xu Xiaoyan as a witness, his alibi would be fine.
As his mental force spread quietly, Feng Zaixing discovered that Xu Xiaoyan's cultivation was still at the four-ring level. So he said clearly to Yuanen Yehui, "Little Ye, I'm giving you a task: supervise Xu Xiaoyan's cultivation more closely."
The meaning of the number one crowd controller under the starry sky was extraordinary. Even the current him was not immune to her effects; it would be a waste if her potential wasn't developed.
Yuanen Yehui immediately replied with a "Yes," and then asked somewhat strangely, "Teacher, why didn't you throw her into the sea before—I mean, why didn't you personally pressure her?"
"My good disciple, she isn't as durable as you. She's not suited for This Sect's cultivation method at all."
Feng Zaixing sighed. He had thought about improving Xu Xiaoyan's Spirit quality, but after repeatedly considering and researching it, he had no choice but to give up.
The little girl was too delicate. If he threw her into the ocean, she would probably really be dead within ten days.
Yuanen Yehui had a look of suffering on her face as she said miserably, "Teacher, you don't have to value me so highly either."
"That won't do. The first thing I'll do after I come out of seclusion is to find you all to verify your cultivation."
Feng Zaixing gave a cruel smile, bid farewell to the three girls, and gave final instructions to Long Chen, Le Zhengyu, and the others. Before the ball even ended, he drifted away.
"Puff—
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At the Star Luo Tang Sect headquarters, Cao Dezhi was performing his routine circulation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill to clear his Meridians when his blood suddenly flowed in reverse, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"What's going on?" Struggling to use his skill to steady his body, Cao Dezhi's heart was beating faster than ever before, almost reaching the level of a Body Sect Innate Secret Method practitioner whose heart thundered like a drum.
Waves of deep, cold Qi surged from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, soaking his back in sweat.
Cao Dezhi had never experienced such a state in his life.
The Ruthless Sword appeared out of thin air before him, its blade humming and vibrating, conveying an emotion of sorrow and grief, as if it were mourning the departure of its partner.
Cao Dezhi's pupils shrank suddenly as he connected this to the source of his unease.
"Something has happened to Zang Xin!"