Third Update

Ning Rongrong and Ye Feng moved up and down, darting about. It took them half an hour to finally store all the ancient swords inside Ye Feng's Storage Soul Guidance Device.

Once the eighteen thousand ancient swords had been placed inside Ye Feng's Storage Soul Guidance Device, his bracelet Storage Soul Guidance Device was nearly full.

"Senior Brother, your Storage Soul Guidance Device has so much space!" Ning Rongrong could not help but marvel.

"Mm." Ye Feng nodded.

Ye Feng raised his right hand and stroked the jade bangle on his left wrist. Golden patterns ran across the bangle, making it look elegant yet noble.

As the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong came from the wealthiest sect in the soul master world, whose business stretched across the Heaven Dou Empire. At a glance, she could tell that the jade bangle on Ye Feng's left hand was extraordinary. Judging by the rank of a Soul Tool, Ye Feng's Storage Soul Guidance Device was a peerless treasure.

"Senior Brother, but... don't you think this is a little strange?" Ning Rongrong asked in an odd tone.

"Huh?" Ye Feng looked at Ning Rongrong in puzzlement.

"Isn't it a little strange for a man to choose a Storage Soul Guidance Device shaped like a jade bangle?" Ning Rongrong reminded him.

"Junior Sister, I understand what you mean." Ye Feng lowered his head and looked at the jade bangle around his left wrist. With a trace of sadness in his eyes, he answered, "This is the only keepsake my mother left me. Just after I was born, my parents were pursued by enemies. Before they died, they entrusted me to Grandpa Jack in the village. I do not even know my parents' names. This jade bangle is the only keepsake my mother left me."

"So that was it."

Ning Rongrong suddenly understood. After a pause, she apologized, "Sorry, Senior Brother. I did not mean to. I did not know your parents had already... already..."

"It's fine."

Ye Feng forced a smile and put a hand on Ning Rongrong's shoulder. "Don't I still have Xiao Wu, Master, and you as my Junior Sister? All right, it's dawn. We should head back too."

"Okay." Ning Rongrong nodded with a smile.

"Are we... riding the flying sword again?" Ye Feng asked awkwardly. Remembering what had happened on the way there, he raised a hand and rubbed his nostrils with his finger.

"Of course. This place is so far from the academy. If we walked, it would take at least several hours." Ning Rongrong's face flushed red as the intimate scene from their journey here also surfaced in her mind.

Whether it was Ye Feng or Ning Rongrong, the moment they thought about what was about to happen, their hearts began beating faster uncontrollably.

"All right, get on." As Ye Feng spoke, he summoned his martial soul, the Xuanyuan Sword.

When Ye Feng began carrying Ning Rongrong through the air on his sword, both of them were stunned. They discovered that even with someone riding with him, Ye Feng could still steadily control the Xuanyuan Sword as it flew forward. Standing on it, one did not feel any shaking at all.

"Senior Brother, you can already skillfully fly on your sword while carrying someone?" Ning Rongrong asked in surprise.

"Do you really hope my skills are poor?" Ye Feng teased.

"Senior Brother, you're bullying me again!" Standing behind Ye Feng, Ning Rongrong looked resentfully at his profile. A faint sense of disappointment rose in her heart. They could no longer have those little physical contacts like they had on the way here.

It was not only Ning Rongrong. Ye Feng also felt a faint sense of disappointment. As a man—a normal man—Ye Feng naturally wanted some physical contact with Ning Rongrong as well.

Ye Feng felt that the reason his sword-flight skills had improved so greatly was because his Sword Martial Soul had awakened a domain.

After Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong left the mountaintop, a man dressed in plain clothes and a black robe landed there. Ye Feng, Ning Rongrong, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin would never have imagined that everything that happened here last night had been witnessed by this black-robed man.

"A mere sword wants to become the number one weapon martial soul???"

A hoarse, low voice drifted from the black-robed man's mouth. He looked in the direction Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong had left, and the chill in his eyes grew increasingly intense, enough to make one shudder. Who knew what he was thinking?

Though it was early morning, some villagers had already begun working. Rising at sunrise and laboring was a habit for villagers. They were not soul masters and received no state stipend, so they could only support their families through farming.

Riding on Ye Feng's flying sword, Ning Rongrong admired the beautiful scenery around Shrek Academy. Just as they were about to reach Shrek Academy, she suddenly pointed toward a spot on the ground. "Senior Brother, look over there!"

Following the direction of Ning Rongrong's finger, Ye Feng indeed noticed something unusual. Inside a thatched house with a somewhat dilapidated roof, a boy was shoving a girl to the ground and tugging at her clothes, seemingly intending to force himself on her.

Curious, Ye Feng controlled the Xuanyuan Sword and stopped above the roof of the thatched house. From where they were, they could see exactly what was happening inside.

Through a hole in the thatched roof, Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong could see that the boy and girl inside were both young. The girl appeared to be fourteen or fifteen. Her looks were ordinary, but she radiated youthful energy. Dressed simply, she was likely a villager from the village beside Shrek Academy.

The boy trying to do evil was not very old either. He even looked somewhat younger than the girl. He was short and chubby, with a red Mohawk. Since his back was facing the sky, Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong could not see the red-haired fat boy's face.

"Let go of me! Ma Hongjun, let go of me! I already told you clearly, my period came last night. Now isn't the time for this."

"Cuihua, weren't you having a great time yesterday? Stop making things up."

"Ma Hongjun, when did I lie? Hey, hey, you're still taking them off... Hey... hey... hey... I told you to stop, did you hear me? Hey..."

"Cuihua, I really can't take it anymore. Just do a good deed and help me out. Don't worry, I'll be done soon. Damn... it really came!"

"Obviously."

The girl named Cuihua glared furiously at the red-haired fat boy named Ma Hongjun. She forcefully shoved Ma Hongjun away, picked up the clothes from the floor, and put them on. Then she opened the door and ran out.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Cuihua's wrist, and apologized, "Cuihua, sorry. I was too impulsive. Please forgive me."

Cuihua looked at Ma Hongjun, fear showing in her eyes. Whenever she thought of what had just happened, she felt terrified. "Ma Hongjun, don't come looking for me anymore. I won't be with you again."