Ye Feng's Background

Ye Feng's Martial Soul changes naturally could not escape the notice of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and the others.

When Ning Fengzhi heard that Ye Feng's Martial Soul had evolved again, the shock in his eyes nearly overflowed.

"What's going on? Did Little Feng's Martial Soul mutate again?" Ning Fengzhi sprang to his feet, unable to maintain his gentle expression any longer.

"Yes. Though I can hardly believe it myself, the facts are right before us." Sword Douluo nodded, not knowing what else to say.

Ye Feng's Martial Soul was simply too unexpected.

In less than a month, his Martial Soul had already undergone two mutations.

Had he not witnessed it personally, he would never have believed it.

"Little Feng, quickly release your Martial Soul and let me take a look." Ning Fengzhi spoke to the innocent-looking Ye Feng.

"Okay, Teacher!" Ye Feng obediently performed Martial Soul Possession and allowed Ning Fengzhi to inspect him, wearing a bewildered expression.

The Evolution System was his secret. There was no way he could reveal it.

If he wanted to muddle through this, he could only play dumb by relying on his age.

After all, he was only six years old. It was perfectly normal for him not to understand Martial Soul mutations. It would be abnormal if he understood too much.

"Teacher, is there something wrong with my Martial Soul?" Seeing Ning Fengzhi's grave expression, Ye Feng asked worriedly.

"It's fine, Little Feng. This is a good thing, so don't worry." Ning Fengzhi comforted him.

For now, it truly was a good thing, since this Martial Soul mutation was also a beneficial one.

But what Ning Fengzhi worried about was how easily Ye Feng's Martial Soul mutated. What if it mutated again in the future and became a harmful mutation?

If a harmful mutation occurred, Ye Feng's Martial Soul might be ruined.

However, Ning Fengzhi did not tell Ye Feng about these worries. After all, knowing too much would not do Ye Feng any good.

For now, Ye Feng's main task was cultivation. As for the issues with his Martial Soul, he, as Ye Feng's teacher, would handle them.

After comforting Ye Feng for a while, Ning Fengzhi had him return to training.

After Ye Feng left, Ning Fengzhi looked at Bone Douluo with a solemn expression.

When it came to Martial Soul theory, Bone Douluo was more knowledgeable.

"Judging from the current situation, Little Feng's case is extremely rare. Even I have never heard of anything like it."

Bone Douluo scratched at the few strands of hair on his head. The next moment, he scratched one loose, making his heart ache.

He did not have many to begin with, and now another one was gone.

"For a Martial Soul like Little Feng's to mutate twice in just one month, we can call it a mutation-prone constitution. To gain a deeper understanding of this constitution, we'll have to investigate his parents."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, then began searching through his desk.

Very soon, he found what he was looking for among a pile of documents.

Ye Feng was his disciple, so naturally Ning Fengzhi had looked into his background.

"Little Feng's father is an Agility Attack Type Soul Elder. His Martial Soul is the Night Cat, and he once worked for the Dark Team."

"However, his mother has quite the background. Her surname is Bai." After handing the documents to Bone Douluo, Ning Fengzhi gave a brief introduction.

"Her surname is Bai?" Bone Douluo looked up in surprise. "Is she from the Speed Clan?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded. "She was indeed born into the Speed Clan, but because of her Martial Soul, she left the Speed Clan. Later, she met Little Feng's father, and the two joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect together, becoming sect disciples."

"Found it. Little Feng's mother also had a Mutated Martial Soul?" Bone Douluo looked up in surprise as he flipped through the documents.

"Yes. Little Feng's mother's Martial Soul was also a sparrow. Originally, her Martial Soul should have been a Sharp-tailed Swallow, but she was not as fortunate as Little Feng. During her Spirit Awakening, a harmful mutation occurred."

"It seems the source of this lies with Little Feng's mother." After analyzing it for a while, Bone Douluo looked up and said.

"I think so too. But I'm worried—what if Little Feng's Martial Soul mutates again in the future?" Ning Fengzhi said worriedly.

"Haha, there's no need for us to worry so much. If it keeps mutating, perhaps that might be a good thing." Bone Douluo smiled faintly.

"Hey, you old bag of bones, spit it out if you have something to say. Why are you putting on airs here?" Sword Douluo said unhappily.

"Hmph, what do you know!" Bone Douluo shot Sword Douluo a disdainful glance.

Turning to Ning Fengzhi, he explained, "You saw what Little Feng looked like during Martial Soul Possession just now. What do you think it resembled?"

"You mean... a Sharp-tailed Swallow." Ning Fengzhi recalled it, asking joyfully.

"That's right!" Bone Douluo gave Ning Fengzhi an approving look.

"If that's the case, then perhaps it truly is a good thing." With delight written all over his face, Ning Fengzhi paced back and forth.

He could barely conceal his excitement.

After all, a Martial Soul like the Sharp-tailed Swallow was far more powerful than an ordinary sparrow.

Especially in terms of speed, it was famously swift. If Little Feng possessed the Sharp-tailed Swallow Martial Soul, coupled with his cultivation talent... just thinking about it was exciting.

"I heard the Speed Clan has been having a difficult time lately. It seems we should pay them a visit."

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo exchanged glances, and a faint, hidden smile appeared in both their eyes.

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo's discussion was completely unknown to Ye Feng. He knew even less that his mother had actually been born into the Speed Clan.

At the moment, he was dealing with another problem.

"Ye Feng, you lied to me?" Ye Feng's courtyard gate was kicked open, and Yue Meier strode in with fury written all over her face.

"Huh? Senior Sister Mei'er, I didn't lie to you!" Ye Feng blinked innocently, hoping to muddle through.

"And you still say you didn't lie? You said you would help me, but it's been so many days and you haven't done anything at all." Yue Meier questioned him angrily.

"Senior Sister Mei'er, you need patience with this sort of thing. You absolutely can't rush it," Ye Feng advised.

"How can I not be anxious? Those little vixens in the sect keep crowding around Brother Haoran every day. You can't even drive them away." Yue Meier spoke irritably.

"This..."

Ye Feng suspected Yue Meier was talking about herself.

"How about this, Senior Sister Mei'er? Don't worry. I'll ask Senior Brother Haoran first and see what he thinks."

"Then hurry up! I'll wait for you here." Yue Meier was impatient by nature. As she spoke, she pushed Ye Feng toward the door.

"Hey, hey, Senior Sister Mei'er, slow down. I can walk by myself."

Once outside, Ye Feng was utterly speechless. He had actually been kicked out of his own home. Who the hell was he supposed to complain to about that?

After thinking it over, Ye Feng decided to make it quick. He would deal with Yue Meier first.

Very soon, Ye Feng arrived at Ning Haoran's residence. Before he could enter, he ran into Ning Rongrong, who had just been about to head out.

"Brother Ye Feng, why are you here? I was just about to go see you!"

These past few days, Ning Rongrong had practically treated Ye Feng's courtyard as her second home, running over there every day.

"Sigh, I came to see Senior Brother Haoran. Is he home?" Ye Feng shook his head and asked.