Showing Off

Bone Douluo returned to the sect's main hall and proudly recounted Ye Feng's performance before Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.

"You're saying he learned the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Meditation Method after hearing it just once?" Ning Fengzhi asked in surprise.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Meditation Method was not so easy to learn, especially for a child like Ye Feng.

It was already quite difficult for a child to visualize the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda within their mind.

And beyond meditation, one also had to make the Soul Power within the body flow according to a particular pattern. Such delicate control was even more difficult.

Yet Ye Feng had actually learned it after only one explanation.

"Yes, I didn't expect this child's talent to be so outstanding either. This old man was stunned," Bone Douluo said smugly, stroking the sparse beard on his chin.

"Hmph, that's because Ye Feng is impressive. What are you so proud of? Do you think this is your achievement?" Sword Douluo looked at Bone Douluo with disdain.

That nearly made Bone Douluo's beard fall out from anger. "How is it not my achievement? I was the one who taught Ye Feng the meditation method."

"Hehe, anyone could have taught that. What credit do you deserve?"

Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at the two old men and smoothly mediated as usual. "Alright, Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, stop arguing. In my opinion, Ye Feng's talent is indeed exceptional, but he also needs proper guidance. In particular, fostering his sense of belonging to the sect must be the highest priority."

He did not want a rare genius to appear, only for them to be raised into an ungrateful wretch through negligence.

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both grew serious.

"Rest assured, Fengzhi. I'll pay attention to that. With my guidance, Ye Feng will definitely become a pillar of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future," Sword Douluo promised, thumping his chest.

"Me too!" Bone Douluo shot Sword Douluo a dissatisfied glance and immediately added.

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo glared at each other, snorted coldly in unison, then turned their heads away like children and refused to look at one another.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng, the very person Ning Fengzhi and the others were discussing, was being driven to distraction by Ning Rongrong.

"Brother Ye Feng, I want to fly into the sky. You promised to take me flying," Ning Rongrong clung to Ye Feng as she spoke.

"I can't fly very high anyway. Why do you want to go into the sky? If you want to fly, go find Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa. They're Titled Douluo—they can fly whenever they want," Ye Feng said helplessly.

At the moment, he was experiencing the cultivation effects brought by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Meditation Method. He only wanted to quietly savor the feeling of growing stronger; how could he have the spare time to take a little brat flying?

"No! You promised me. You're going back on your word!" Ning Rongrong was not so easily fooled. Her memory was excellent!

"Sigh!"

"We agreed on only one flight. I don't have that much Soul Power to waste," Ye Feng said helplessly as he looked at Ning Rongrong's stubborn little face, regretting how quickly he had agreed yesterday.

Good grief, listening to stories wasn't enough—he also had to fly with her and play with her. At this rate, he was practically becoming a full-service companion.

Holding Ning Rongrong in his arms, Ye Feng took her for a lap through the sky amid her excited shrieks, finally calming the little girl down.

As they played around, it became time for lunch. Ning Rongrong did not go home, instead lingering in Ye Feng's courtyard to mooch a meal.

Over the past few days, Ning Rongrong had constantly been hanging around with him. If Ning Fengzhi had not issued a strict order, the girl might have nearly forgotten her own home.

That afternoon was Sword Douluo's physical training class.

"Today's task is very simple. We'll be doing running training," Sword Douluo said gently.

Since their training had only just begun, they naturally had to proceed step by step.

Once they had passed the adjustment period, the difficulty of training would gradually increase.

Ye Feng looked at him without speaking, knowing he had more to say.

Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, asked curiously, "Sword Grandpa, how far do we have to run?"

"Hehe, not far, not far. Rongrong only needs to run one kilometer."

"As for Ye Feng, he'll need to run five kilometers to complete the task."

Ye Feng looked at Sword Douluo speechlessly. The preferential treatment was far too obvious.

Still, it was understandable. After all, he had awakened his martial soul, and he was a Beast Soul Master. His physical condition was much stronger.

Ning Rongrong, however, began standing up for him.

"Sword Grandpa, how can you do that? What if Brother Ye Feng gets exhausted from running five kilometers?"

"If he gets exhausted, who will play with me?"

In truth, Ning Rongrong had no idea what five kilometers even meant.

She simply thought that five kilometers was more than one kilometer, that was all.

"Rongrong, don't make trouble. Ye Feng is already a Soul Master. Five kilometers won't be difficult for him."

Sword Douluo explained with a smile.

"That's right, Rongrong. I'll be fine. You should work hard too. Let's compete and see who finishes their task first."

Ye Feng rubbed Ning Rongrong's little head encouragingly.

"Okay, okay! Then let's start!" Ning Rongrong's eyes darted around, and her tiny body shot forward as she began running around the training ground.

"Hey, Rongrong, you're cheating." Ye Feng laughed and chased after her.

Hearing Ye Feng's voice, Ning Rongrong ran even faster.

"Ye Feng, remember, you can't use your martial spirit." Sword Douluo's voice carried from far behind.

If Ye Feng used his martial spirit, this training would be meaningless.

"Got it!" Ye Feng called back over his shoulder.

He couldn't use his martial spirit, but he could use Soul Power!

To a Spirit Master, Soul Power was an all-purpose force. It could strengthen the legs to increase speed or prolong stamina—it all depended on how it was used.

That was also why Sword Douluo had arranged for Ye Feng to run five kilometers.

Only this way could using Soul Power become Ye Feng's instinct.

If it were just ordinary running, five kilometers would still be too difficult for a six-year-old child.

Only by fully utilizing Soul Power in coordination with his body would he have a chance of completing the task.

"Rongrong, I'm catching up!"

Ye Feng was a Spirit Master after all. Although Ning Rongrong had gotten a head start, he quickly caught up to her.

"Brother Ye Feng, wait for me!" Seeing Ye Feng pass her, Ning Rongrong nearly burst into tears from panic.

But Ye Feng ignored her. His task was five times Ning Rongrong's. If he didn't run faster, he probably wouldn't finish even by this afternoon.

"You rotten Ye Feng! Stupid Ye Feng! Don't run!" Watching Ye Feng race away like a gust of wind, Ning Rongrong was so furious that she stopped calling him Brother Ye Feng.

"Hehe!" Ye Feng pretended not to hear her. As Soul Power circulated through his body, he ran even faster.

In his mind, the Meditation Method was cultivating diligently, constantly restoring the Soul Power Ye Feng consumed.

Although recovery could not keep up with consumption, it still extended the amount of time Ye Feng could use Soul Power.

Moreover, through his own control, Ye Feng's command over Soul Power gradually improved as well.

Before long, he grasped the essence of using Soul Power, applying only the slightest amount to strengthen his legs without wasting any at all.

"Ding! Your Meditation Method sensed the smooth flow of Soul Power, and its proficiency gain has accelerated."

Hearing the system prompt, Ye Feng ran with even greater vigor.