You don't think there's anything between me and Rongrong, do you?

After Xue Qinghe returned to his chambers, he walked straight into a sealed dark room. He raised his hand and shed his white robe—as the clothes fell, the originally upright "male" figure gradually changed, finally revealing a tall and graceful feminine form.

She was none other than the young mistress of the Martial Soul Hall, Qian Renxue.

A delicate bathtub was placed in the dark room, the hot water already prepared. The misty steam also carried a faint floral scent. This was her most relaxing moment each day, and the only time she could shed her disguise and be herself.

Her fingertips lightly touched the warm water surface, but Qian Renxue's thoughts drifted back to the day—the scene of Ye Feiyang instantly killing a hundred Soul Masters with a single move still stirred her heart even now.

"That guy is really strong," she murmured softly, a complex glint flashing in her eyes. "Who was that friend he mentioned today? Someone with innate level twenty Soul Power? Besides me, could there be anyone else?"

Her heart was filled with doubt, yet she dared not jump to conclusions.

After a moment of silence, a cold smile curved Qian Renxue's lips, and she muttered to herself again, "My good imperial brother, you must continue to cause trouble..."

If Xue Beng could get into more trouble, perhaps she could use Ye Feiyang's hand to get rid of him—that would be the best possible outcome for her.

The news of Ye Feiyang instantly killing a hundred Soul Masters spread throughout Heaven Dou City overnight, as if it had grown wings.

The morning after the incident, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Sect, Ning Fengzhi, personally arrived at Supreme Academy with Sword Douluo, Gu Rong. The two chatted happily with Ye Feiyang at the academy entrance. Their familiar demeanor was observed by many—anyone with eyes could see that the Seven Treasures Sect was backing Ye Feiyang, and also announcing to the outside world: Supreme Academy and the Seven Treasures Sect had a close relationship.

This news naturally reached the opposite Blue Tyrant Academy and entered the ears of Dean Liu Erlong.

Liu Erlong was already somewhat displeased with the "Supreme Academy" that had suddenly appeared and was directly facing her academy's gate—wasn't this clearly going against Blue Tyrant Academy? If she hadn't known earlier that this academy was the work of the Seven Treasures Sect, with her fiery temper, she would have already gone to their doorstep to argue.

At first, she scoffed at the rumors about Ye Feiyang: "Instantly killing a hundred people with one move? I'm also a Soul Douluo, how have I never heard of such a thing? It must have been exaggerated!"

In her opinion, Ye Feiyang becoming a Soul Douluo at such a young age was already outrageous enough, and he could have such a powerful Soul Skill? It was impossible!

But as more and more eyewitnesses came forward to confirm, Liu Erlong began to waver: "If I can't do it, can others really?"

Unconsciously, she developed a bit of interest in this mysterious Ye Feiyang.

As if possessed, Liu Erlong walked to the highest point of the academy and looked towards the Supreme Academy opposite.

At this moment, Ye Feiyang was greeting Ning Fengzhi at the academy entrance—under the sunlight, the man's figure was upright, his demeanor calm, and his eyes held a composure rarely seen in his peers. Just one glance stunned Liu Erlong.

"This man..." Her heart inexplicably beat a few times faster, and her long-dormant heart seemed to show signs of revival at this moment.

She had lived this long and had never seen such a young Soul Douluo before.

Her previous thoughts of "the rumors were exaggerated" had long since vanished—if it was this man before her, it seemed he could indeed kill a hundred people with one move.

It wasn't until Ye Feiyang and Ning Fengzhi disappeared through the academy gate that Liu Erlong came back to her senses, pouted, and muttered softly, "He's Ye Feiyang? So what if he's powerful? I just won't provoke him..."

Even so, her eyes betrayed her—after a moment of hesitation, she added softly, "Not provoking him doesn't mean we can't have academic exchanges, right? Hmm, I'll organize the students to go take a look tomorrow..."

With that, she twisted her waist and quickly returned to the small wooden house in the back mountain, her steps lighter than usual.

Ye Feiyang's news continued to ferment, not only spreading throughout the major academies in Heaven Dou City but also alarming the Soul Master circles in surrounding cities. Countless outstanding students, the chosen ones, could no longer sit still—how young was this Ye Feiyang? Was his strength really that strong? Were his Soul Ring configurations truly as exaggerated as the rumors suggested?

More and more people were itching to go to Supreme Academy to investigate for themselves, and some even wanted to become Ye Feiyang's disciples.

Inside Supreme Academy, Ning Fengzhi was looking at his daughter Ning Rongrong with a face full of shock—he had only just learned that in the little over a month since he left, his daughter's Soul Power had risen by four levels, directly breaking through to level thirty-five!

"This rate of advancement, even a rocket wouldn't be this fast, right?" Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but murmur to himself, then turned to ask Gu Rong to suppress his cultivation and personally test Ning Rongrong's strength.

He had been worried that his daughter's rapid advancement might lead to an unstable foundation, but the test results stunned both him and Gu Rong—Ning Rongrong, as a support-type Soul Master, was not at a disadvantage against the assault-type Gu Rong. She could even use her agile footwork to cause Gu Rong considerable trouble, showing signs of counterattack.

"We of the Seven Treasures Sect are support-type! Is this scientific? This is too unreasonable!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened with excitement. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a support-type Soul Master could achieve this level.

His hands trembled with excitement. He turned to look at Ye Feiyang, his voice full of gratitude: "Dean Ye, my daughter's achievements today are all thanks to your cultivation. Ning Fengzhi... is eternally grateful!"

The last time they met, he hadn't noticed such a big change in Ning Rongrong. Seeing it with his own eyes this time, he realized how well Ye Feiyang had taught her.

To be honest, if he weren't the Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Sect and his age was a factor, he would have wanted to become a disciple on the spot—Ye Feiyang not only solved Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul problem but also taught her to be so "capable of fighting." This foundation was truly profound!

"Sect Master Ning is too kind," Ye Feiyang said with a smile, waving his hand. "Rongrong is my disciple, so it's only right that I teach her."

At this moment, Ning Rongrong walked proudly in front of Ning Fengzhi and called out sweetly, "Dad~"

But in the next second, her tone changed, and her eyes sparkled as she asked, "Dad, are you here to propose to me today? Why did you come empty-handed? Where's the betrothal gift? Have you prepared it? Oh, right, I'm not old enough yet, why don't we get engaged between me and Teacher first!"

Ning Fengzhi's hand, which he had just extended to pat his daughter's head, froze in mid-air.

His expression became rigid, and he roared internally: Is this my daughter? Is this really my well-behaved and sensible daughter? No, could they have already...?

He abruptly turned to look at Ye Feiyang, his eyes filled with "You'd better give me an explanation."

Ye Feiyang, who had been calmly watching the show, suddenly found the "gossip" hitting him. He looked bewildered: "???"

What, Sect Master Ning, what's with that look? You don't misunderstand, do you? You know your own daughter's personality, don't you?

He coughed lightly and quickly spoke to salvage the situation: "Um, Sect Master Ning, don't look at me like that. You don't think there's anything going on between Rongrong and me, do you?"

Ning Fengzhi read the word "innocent" from Ye Feiyang's expression and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking: I must have overthought it.

He waved his hand awkwardly, his tone tinged with probing: "No, no, I just wanted to ask, if I wanted to discipline your disciple right now, you wouldn't be angry, would you?"

Ye Feiyang: "..."

You want to discipline your daughter, why are you asking me? Go ahead and hit her, I'm not stopping you...

He grumbled inwardly: Hit her, hit her, I can't control this rebellious disciple sometimes—he'd heard those words before, he was used to it.

Ning Fengzhi did not hesitate, grabbed Ning Rongrong's ear, and said irritably, "Rongrong! You're a girl, how can you make such a joke? And especially a joke with your teacher!"

Ning Rongrong was not afraid at all. Instead, she playfully pushed away Ning Fengzhi's hand: "Oh, Dad, it's just a joke~ But you must take it seriously! Speak properly, why are you hitting me? What if you accidentally hurt yourself? Ouch, does your hand hurt? Let me blow on it for you~"

As he spoke, she actually picked up Ning Fengzhi's hand and gently blew on the reddened spot, her dramatic act making Ning Fengzhi unsure whether to laugh or cry.

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Ning Fengzhi was completely helpless against his daughter's charm. No matter how angry he was, a gentle blow like that instantly dissipated it.

Not only him, but even Gu Rong beside him shook his head helplessly—this girl was getting naughtier and naughtier.

Ye Feiyang could only cover his forehead and sigh: "As expected, girls who know how to act cute have good lives."

Not far away, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were peeking, looking at each other with surprise in their eyes—they could play like that?

Sometimes, they truly admired Ning Rongrong for daring to say what was on her mind without any pretense.

But the two of them couldn't do that: Zhu Zhuqing was naturally aloof and feared ruining her image; Xiao Wu, on the other hand, was a bit insecure and worried about being disliked if she spoke her mind.

They even thought: if Ye Feiyang hadn't always treated them like children, Ning Rongrong probably wouldn't have just been "saying it."...

After Ning Fengzhi sent the three girls away, he regained his serious demeanor and looked at Ye Feiyang, saying earnestly, "Dean Ye, you should know that registration for the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament is starting soon, right?"

Ye Feiyang nodded, "Of course, I know. I founded Supreme Academy precisely to participate in this competition."

"It's good that you know," Ning Fengzhi's tone became a bit more serious. "In about half a year, registration for the preliminaries will begin, so you need to hurry! I see your team isn't formed yet, and I know you have your own standards for taking disciples, but time waits for no one. Don't miss the registration deadline."

Ning Fengzhi's reminder indeed jolted Ye Feiyang—he had been living too comfortably lately and had forgotten such an important matter.

He sorted out the timeline in his mind: there was about a year and a half until the official start of the competition, which seemed ample, but it was actually very tight to assemble a qualified team.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered Tang San—no matter where that guy appeared, he could remind him of "what time it is." Living too comfortably made one prone to forgetting things.

However, Ye Feiyang wasn't too worried: his standard for disciples was a minimum S-rank aptitude, and with the help of Advancement Pills, their strength could be further improved.

There were actually quite a few candidates who met the standard right now: Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er, Ye Lingling, Dugu Yan. Their aptitudes were all sufficient. As long as he could find a way to "poach" them and give them some training, they could become the core strength of the team.

As for those with insufficient aptitude, or male students, they could be taken in as registered disciples—this would not only expand the scale of Supreme Academy but also help cover daily expenses, killing two birds with one stone.

Moreover, with Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu already as three main players, adding a few more people later would be enough to crush most teams, even if they were "just a few stray dogs."

"Thank you for the reminder, Sect Master Ning. I will arrange it as soon as possible," Ye Feiyang said sincerely. "By the way, I haven't thanked you for helping me sort out the academy's qualifications. If it weren't for you, my Supreme Academy would still be a 'product with nothing,' unable to even register, let alone participate in the competition."

Indeed, with only three students at the moment, it was barely enough to be called a "cram school." Without Ning Fengzhi's intervention, it would have been impossible to complete the academy registration.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and waved his hand, "What's there to be polite about between us? This small favor is nothing compared to what you've done for Rongrong."

As he spoke, he was about to wax nostalgic again, but Ye Feiyang quickly interrupted, "Sect Master Ning, if you say that again, we'll be strangers."

Ning Fengzhi smiled knowingly, understanding that this favor was now firmly established—Ye Feiyang was not an ungrateful person, and he would repay this kindness sooner or later.

"Alright, then I won't say any more," Ning Fengzhi's eyes were full of anticipation. "I am very much looking forward to Supreme Academy's performance in the competition, and even more so to you winning the championship. The preliminaries will be held in the Heaven Dou City division. I will prepare a place for teachers and students to rest then, so don't go looking for accommodation yourself!"

Ye Feiyang did not refuse and smiled in agreement, "Then thank you for the arrangements, Sect Master Ning."

"Hah, being polite with me?" Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, his tone casual yet sincere.

Ye Feiyang thought for a moment and decided to reciprocate—Ning Fengzhi was thoughtful and practical, never stingy with money or effort, and this friend was worth befriending.

"Since Sect Master Ning is going to such expense, I can't just take advantage," Ye Feiyang changed the subject and said seriously, "Actually, I might have a way to solve the limitation of your Martial Soul, allowing you to break through the Soul Douluo realm. However, the academy has just been completed, and I need to settle things here first. I'll help you with it after I'm done."

Ning Fengzhi shot up from his seat, his eyes wide—what did he just hear? Solve the Martial Soul limitation problem? Break through Soul Douluo?

He even wondered if he had misheard, his voice trembling slightly, "Dean Ye, is that true? If it's really possible, Ning would be willing to pay any price!"

As he spoke, he excitedly grabbed Ye Feiyang's hand, his eyes filled with urgency, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

Ye Feiyang was startled by his sudden reaction—it was just a sentence, was it worth getting so excited?

"Why would I joke about something like this?" Ye Feiyang said helplessly, "Calm down first. This matter can't be rushed; I need to sort out the academy's affairs."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner excitement, but the excitement in his eyes could not be hidden. "It was my loss of composure, Dean Ye, please don't mind."

"I understand, I understand," Ye Feiyang laughed heartily—he knew very well how deep Ning Fengzhi's obsession with his own Martial Soul was. This "gift" was something he simply couldn't refuse.

The two chatted casually for a while longer before Ning Fengzhi reluctantly took his leave.

As night deepened and a gentle breeze blew, in the living room of Supreme Academy, Ye Feiyang and the three girls sat together—it was time for "meeting" again.

Ye Feiyang got straight to the point, "Now that the new academy is completed, it can't just sit idle. I'm going to assign you a task."

The three girls looked at him in unison, their eyes full of curiosity—only Zhu Zhuqing quietly tensed up, secretly praying: Please don't make me go poaching people again!

Ning Rongrong spoke first, "Teacher, what task is it?"

Ye Feiyang didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "I plan to set up an arena in front of the academy. The three of you will be the defenders, welcoming all challengers. Whether they come to spar or to test us, as long as they dare to step onto the stage, you will fight them."

The three girls were somewhat taken aback—what was Teacher trying to do now?

Zhu Zhuqing, however, secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it wasn't about poaching people.

For Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, participating in more practical combat was a good thing—they weren't like Ning Rongrong, who only needed to focus on support and defense. They needed to hone their techniques and accumulate experience in actual combat.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Are we going to fight? Then I'm definitely okay with it!"

Ning Rongrong also smiled and nodded, "Defending the arena? It sounds quite interesting! I can finally test how strong I am now!"

Ye Feiyang looked at the three girls' eager expressions and nodded with satisfaction, "It's not just for practice, but more importantly, to build Supreme Academy's reputation. Only by letting more people know our strength can we attract outstanding students and form a team to participate in the competition."

He paused and added, "However, you must also be mindful of your limits. Just stop when you've made your point, don't cripple anyone—we are running an academy, not a den of thieves."

"We know!" The three girls answered in unison, their eyes full of anticipation—they were already imagining the scene of defending the arena tomorrow.

Ye Feiyang looked at their expressions, and a smile curved his lips—the future of Supreme Academy was slowly moving in the right direction.