The Girl in Red

"Ding! Your martial soul experienced a battle and returned in glorious victory. With your blood boiling, your martial soul progress has increased. Progress: 6/10."

"Ding! Your Accelerate Spirit Skill experienced a great battle, greatly boosting your courage. The proficiency of your Accelerate Spirit Skill has increased substantially."

"Ding! Your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Meditation Method skillfully controlled Soul Power in battle. Your combat experience has grown richer, and your cultivation efficiency has increased."

The string of notifications filled Ye Feng with delight, making him eager for another battle.

"Junior Brother Ye Feng, how did you evade my attack?" Ning Haoran stared at Ye Feng in shock.

Even now, he still felt dazed. Demon Wolf Charge was one of his powerful spirit skills—how could it have been evaded so easily?

"Because I predicted your attack." Ye Feng shrugged and explained casually.

"Predicted it!" Ning Haoran's expression shifted, and then realization dawned on him.

If it was prediction, then that made sense... my ass!

As his First Spirit Skill, Ning Haoran had studied it extremely thoroughly.

He knew Demon Wolf Charge's strengths and weaknesses inside out.

Of course, he knew that if someone could predict it in advance and possessed nimble movements, they could indeed evade his charge.

But that required agile movements and sharp reflexes.

And those were not things a newly awakened Spirit Master like Ye Feng could possess.

Only Spirit Masters with extensive experience could achieve that.

"Junior Brother Ye Feng, you truly are a genius!" Ning Haoran looked at Ye Feng dejectedly. Sure enough, he still could not compare to geniuses like this.

"Look, Senior Brother Haoran actually lost! How is that possible?!"

"Yeah, Senior Brother Haoran may be only average among those his age, but he still shouldn't have lost so quickly!"

"No wonder Junior Brother Ye Feng was accepted as the sect master's disciple. He's actually this formidable!"

As soon as the battle ended, the sect disciples watching their match began discussing it.

"Hehe, Third Brother, didn't you say you would defeat Brother Ye Feng? Why did you lose again?" Ning Rongrong ran swiftly to Ning Haoran's side and teased him with a grin.

"What do you mean, lost again? I've only lost once. Last time was a draw." Ning Haoran argued.

"Didn't Brother Ye Feng's flying scare you last time?" Ning Rongrong tilted her head and asked in a deliberately cute manner.

She looked quite adorable, but the cunning deep in her eyes could not be hidden.

"You little brat, all you know is how to tease your Third Brother." Ning Haoran shook his head helplessly, lamenting that girls could not be kept once they grew up.

"Hehe!" Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and giggled.

"Brother Haoran, so you were here. You made me search for you forever."

Just then, a fiery-red figure hurried toward them with quick clacking steps.

The figure wore a red leather outfit and a pair of white leather shoes, looking valiant and energetic.

At the sound of the girl's voice, a trace of helplessness flashed through Ning Haoran's eyes, as though he was very resistant to her.

"Who is she?" Ye Feng quietly asked Ning Rongrong.

One look at the girl was enough to tell that she had an unusual relationship with Ning Haoran. Ye Feng felt like he had stumbled upon some juicy gossip.

"Hehe, she's Yue Meier, Elder Yue's daughter."

Ning Rongrong leaned close to Ye Feng and said mysteriously, "She really likes my Third Brother, but he doesn't seem very interested."

"You little girl, you sure know a lot." Ye Feng rubbed Ning Rongrong's head irritably.

"Hmph, of course I do." Ning Rongrong replied proudly.

"Meier, why are you here?" Ning Haoran asked.

"I came to find you. Huh, Brother Haoran, why do you look so miserable? Who bullied you?" Yue Meier came before Ning Haoran and immediately noticed something was off about him.

After the battle, his originally snow-white robe was covered in dust, and his flowing hair had become a mess.

In an instant, Yue Meier's gaze turned fierce. Her eyes swept over Ning Rongrong before finally landing on Ye Feng.

"Meier, don't! We were only sparring." Ning Haoran hurriedly reached out to pull Yue Meier back and explained.

It would have been better if he had not explained. The moment he did, Ye Feng was immediately exposed.

"Kid, were you the one who did this to Brother Haoran?" Though she could hardly believe it, among everyone present, only Ye Feng fit the bill.

"Yes." Ye Feng admitted readily.

He was actually looking forward to this girl making a move.

After all, every battle could make him stronger.

Perhaps after one fight, his martial soul progress would increase again.

"Very well. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Make your move, or you won't even have the chance to do so." Yue Meier sneered at Ye Feng.

"Meier, Junior Brother Ye Feng and I were only sparring." Ning Haoran explained.

"So your name is Ye Feng. I don't care about that. You hit my Brother Haoran, so I'm going to hit you back for him." Yue Meier ignored Ning Haoran completely and spoke domineeringly to Ye Feng.

"Please instruct me, Senior Sister Mei'er." Eager to try, Ye Feng assumed a stance and was the first to activate Martial Soul Possession.

The Yellow Spirit Ring beneath his feet pulsed slowly.

"Heh, you're actually a Soul Master too. Come on, let me see what you can do." Yue Meier raised her brows, a flicker of surprise flashing through her eyes.

"Ye Feng, Sparrow Martial Soul, Level 11 Attack-type Soul Master." Ye Feng was the first to announce his rank.

There was a rule in the Soul Master world: if one announced their rank before a battle, the other party had to announce theirs as well.

If they refused, it meant they were showing no respect and intended to make an enemy.

Ye Feng and Yue Meier held no grudge against each other, and they were fellow disciples, so naturally both sides had to follow the rules.

"Yue Meier, Fire Python Martial Soul, Level 21 Attack-type Great Soul Master."

Sure enough, seeing Ye Feng speak up, Yue Meier did not hesitate. After announcing her rank, she looked at Ye Feng with an amused expression.

"Senior Sister Meier, you actually broke through to Great Soul Master?" Ning Rongrong asked in surprise from the side.

"Ha ha, of course. Your big sister here is a genius." Yue Meier laughed smugly.

"Then, Senior Sister Meier, be careful when you make a move later. Don't hurt Brother Ye Feng," Ning Rongrong earnestly reminded Yue Meier.

"Oh?" Seeing the worry in Ning Rongrong's eyes, Yue Meier lifted a brow, and her gaze toward Ye Feng grew even more curious.

She had only just returned from obtaining her spirit ring and did not yet know about Ye Feng, much less that he possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt your little sweetheart," Yue Meier said carelessly.

"Senior Sister Meier, what are you saying?!" Ning Rongrong stomped her foot, her face turning bright red from the tips of her ears all the way across her cheeks.

Ning Haoran's expression also changed at the side.

His little sister was only six years old. This Yue Meier was far too loose-lipped!

"Ha ha, kid, make your move. Let me see what you can do." Yue Meier did not notice Ning Haoran's expression at all.

She was currently watching Ye Feng with great interest, urging him to attack quickly.

Ye Feng did not waste any words. Spreading the wings behind him, he stomped off the ground and shot forward, his sharp claws attacking Yue Meier's pretty face without mercy.

Facing Yue Meier, whose cultivation was a whole realm above his, Ye Feng did not dare hold back. He went all out from the very first move.

With the aid of his wings, he moved even faster, arriving before Yue Meier in the blink of an eye.