Man-Made Opportunity

"Junior Sister, are you all right?" Ye Feng asked.

"I'm fine!" Ning Rongrong answered, her face flushed red. Shyly, she released her hands from around Ye Feng's waist.

"Ah!"

Ning Rongrong had just let go of Ye Feng's waist when she cried out again, wrapping both arms around his waist once more.

It was not merely the intimate physical contact. Since Ye Feng's sword flight alternated between fast and slow, each bump made Ning Rongrong clearly feel two things being squeezed out of shape.

"Junior Sister, are you all right?" Ye Feng asked.

"I'm fine. Can't you fly more steadily?" Ning Rongrong asked reproachfully.

Ning Rongrong really wanted to say that Ye Feng was doing it on purpose, trying to take advantage of her. Unfortunately, she had no proof!

"Junior Sister, I don't want to either. It's just that you... you should lose some weight!" Ye Feng answered in a lowered voice.

This really was not Ye Feng's fault. Ever since learning sword flight, Ye Feng had never carried anyone while flying. This was his first time taking someone along on a flying sword!

Perhaps this was Sword Douluo Chen Xin's training for Ye Feng.

"What did you say?" Ning Rongrong froze, and her expression instantly changed.

What was Ye Feng saying?

Ye Feng had actually said that Ning Rongrong should lose weight, that he thought she was fat!

Ye Feng was also stunned. He knew he had poked a hornet's nest! After pondering for a moment, he said, "Junior Sister, I didn't say anything!"

"You clearly did! You said I'm fat and should lose weight!" Ning Rongrong argued stubbornly.

"Yes, because I'm your Senior Brother. I'm worried that if you get too fat, you won't be able to get married in the future." Ye Feng smiled.

"You really can't say anything nice. If I can't get married, I'll cling to you for the rest of my life! Ah!" Ning Rongrong let out another shriek.

The Xuanyuan Sword suddenly jolted violently, frightening Ning Rongrong into tightly hugging Ye Feng from behind.

"Junior Sister, it seems you're not only fat—you're a little foolish too." Ye Feng teased with a smile.

"How am I foolish?" Ning Rongrong asked.

"Think about it. A dog is a dog, and an elephant is an elephant. How could a dog's mouth possibly spit out ivory? Aren't you making things difficult for me?" Ye Feng teased with a smile.

"You..." Ning Rongrong angrily bit her Red Lips with her Small Silver Teeth.

Ning Rongrong desperately wanted to reach out and punch Ye Feng a few times. However, they were currently flying on a sword, and she could not free her hands at all.

Looking ahead, Ning Rongrong could see only Sword Saint Chen Xin's back.

With Sword Saint Chen Xin's speed and strength in sword flight, he could easily have left Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong behind, or carried Ning Rongrong himself. Yet Sword Saint Chen Xin had not done so.

Sword Saint Chen Xin flew alone in front, completely ignoring the situation behind him. Ning Rongrong suspected that her Sword Grandpa was deliberately trying to match her with Ye Feng, but she had no proof.

Once Ning Rongrong realized this, her face reddened slightly. According to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's rules, her future partner had to be a combat-type Soul Master. She recalled what had happened during the day. Ye Feng had defeated Zhao Wuji alone, leaving a deep impression on Ning Rongrong. Moreover, Ye Feng was quite interesting. If she followed him, the rest of her life would certainly not be dull.

Thinking this, Ning Rongrong was already holding Ye Feng's waist with both arms anyway, so she simply rested her face against his back as well. With a shy smile, she reminded him, "Senior Brother, Sword Grandpa has already flown far ahead. Let's hurry!" Ye Feng responded.

Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong chatted and laughed along the way. About ten minutes later, they followed Sword Douluo Chen Xin to a mountain peak.

The peak was utterly unremarkable, composed mainly of rock and nearly devoid of vegetation. If Soul Beasts climbed onto it, they could still be spotted at a glance beneath the moonlight.

When Ye Feng arrived, Sword Saint Chen Xin was already standing atop the peak.

"Sword Grandpa, you still haven't told us what we're here to do," Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

"Naturally, it is to let Ye Feng's martial soul undergo a second awakening and unlock a martial soul domain," Sword Saint Chen Xin answered.

"What? A martial soul domain?"

"A martial soul domain?"

Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong stared at Sword Saint Chen Xin in utter shock. Sword Saint Chen Xin had actually said he would unlock a martial soul domain for Ye Feng.

Only a small number of Soul Masters in the Soul Master world possessed martial soul domains. The benefits of a domain went without saying: it granted one an additional ability equivalent to a soul skill. The powers of domains varied from person to person. Different martial soul domains had different effects.

The most famous one in the Soul Master world was Divine Slaughter's Domain. However, to obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain, one had to enter Slaughter City and pass through Hell Road before their martial soul could gain such a domain. Domains were divided into innate domains and acquired domains. Divine Slaughter's Domain was an acquired domain, while only a small number of Soul Masters possessed innate domains when their martial souls awakened.

Of course, nothing was absolute. There were always certain extraordinary methods in the world that could allow a Soul Master's martial soul to undergo a second awakening after the fact, gaining a martial soul domain that lay somewhere between an innate domain and an acquired domain.

Yet now, Sword Saint Chen Xin told Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong that he had come to find Ye Feng precisely to help him unlock a martial soul domain.

Whoosh

With a wave of Sword Saint Chen Xin's hand, countless silver streaks flew out of his Storage Soul Guidance Device. The lights scattered across the mountain peak, so numerous that there were likely more than ten thousand.

These silver lights were no ordinary objects. They were Precious Swords of all shapes and sizes. From the moment they appeared, the surrounding space seemed to gain a different kind of energy fluctuation—one unlike the basic elemental fluctuations of water, fire, earth, wind, lightning, light, darkness, and so on.

Perhaps Ning Rongrong did not feel it deeply, but Ye Feng, whose martial soul was the Xuanyuan Sword, sensed it clearly. Ye Feng knew that this newly added energy fluctuation came from the swords.

"Luoshui Sword, Qianming Sword, Flame Sword..."

Ning Rongrong named the Precious Swords closest to her, then asked in surprise, "Sword Grandpa, since when did you like collecting Precious Swords?"

As the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong knew the origins of these Precious Swords. Every one of them was exceptionally sharp. Some could even sever hair blown against their blades. She had never expected her Sword Grandpa to possess such rare treasures.

Though they were Precious Swords, Soul Masters had overshadowed their brilliance. Not only these Precious Swords, but even the blacksmiths who had forged them remained unknown to the world.

Sword Saint Chen Xin nodded and said approvingly, "Ever since I took your Senior Brother as my disciple last time, I had Feng Zhi gather these Precious Swords. After six years of collecting, I finally gathered eighteen thousand Precious Swords a few days ago. At last, I can awaken your Senior Brother's martial soul domain."