Heart Separation Control

Before long, the group of three left the mimicry training grounds and arrived at Ye Feng's courtyard.

When they entered the courtyard, Yue Meier was lying in the chair where Ye Feng usually basked in the sun.

"Brother Haoran, why are you here?" Yue Meier was extremely surprised to suddenly see Ning Haoran.

She sprang up from the chair and rushed over to Ning Haoran, grabbing his arm and refusing to let go.

A trace of helplessness flashed through Ning Haoran's eyes. He was clearly unaccustomed to Yue Meier's enthusiasm.

"How could I not come? You've chased Junior Brother Ye Feng all the way here. If I hadn't come, Junior Brother Ye Feng wouldn't even dare return home."

"Hehe, I just came to play with Junior Brother Ye Feng. Right, Junior Brother?" Yue Meier gave a dry laugh as she explained, then turned to ask Ye Feng.

"Mm!" Although Yue Meier's excuse was so flimsy that Ye Feng felt embarrassed on her behalf, he still nodded seriously, as though what she said were the truth.

"All right, as if I don't know you. Let's go first. Don't delay Junior Brother Ye Feng's cultivation." Ning Haoran did not say much more. There were some things he wanted to discuss with Yue Meier privately, not in front of everyone.

"Mm, I'll listen to Brother Haoran." Yue Meier clung tightly to Ning Haoran, her face full of happiness.

It was only because Yue Meier was beautiful. If it had been someone else, Ning Haoran might have kicked her away.

Her clingy behavior was really more than he could handle.

"We'll be leaving first. Let's spar again sometime." Ning Haoran nodded to Ye Feng, then left with Yue Meier.

"Ah, finally, some peace and quiet."

Watching them leave, Ye Feng clapped his hands, then turned to Ning Rongrong and said, "I'm going to see Teacher. Rongrong, do you want to come with me?"

"Sure, I'll come too." Ning Rongrong had practically become Ye Feng's little tagalong. Wherever he went, she followed.

More than ten minutes later, Ye Feng and Ning Rongrong arrived at the sect's main hall, where Ning Fengzhi usually worked.

With Ning Rongrong around, there was no need to announce themselves in advance. Ning Rongrong herself was a walking pass; there was nowhere in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect that she could not go.

That alone showed just how much Ning Fengzhi spoiled Ning Rongrong.

No wonder Ning Rongrong had been so willful and arrogant when she first appeared in the original work. Even Flender, Shrek's Soul Sage, had been unable to do anything about her.

"Dad, Brother Ye Feng and I came to see you!" The moment she spotted Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong called out from afar.

"Haha, my Little Princess, what made you think of coming to see Dad?" Ning Fengzhi was clearly delighted to see his daughter.

Although he saw Ning Rongrong every day when he returned home, he could never help but feel happy every time he saw her.

After all, Ning Rongrong was his only daughter.

"Hehe, Brother Ye Feng has something to ask you." Ning Rongrong threw herself into Ning Fengzhi's arms and said with a giggle.

"Oh, Little Feng is looking for me?" Ning Fengzhi held his daughter and looked at Ye Feng.

"Yes, Teacher. Rongrong and I just went to the mimicry training grounds. I felt that cultivation there was very fast, so I want to train there." Ye Feng bowed to Ning Fengzhi, then explained why he had come.

"Hehe, even if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have arranged for you to enter after a while. Since you can't wait, then go ahead!" A gentle smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.

With a flick of his hand, he produced a token from who knew where and handed it to Ye Feng.

"Keep this. It is a pass for the mimicry training grounds. From now on, you may enter whenever you wish to cultivate."

"Thank you, Teacher!" Ye Feng's heart warmed. Though he knew Ning Fengzhi might have intentions of winning him over, Ning Fengzhi truly treated him very well. This treatment was no worse than what he would give his own son.

"You needn't be so polite. I have great expectations for you. As long as you cultivate diligently, that will be your greatest repayment to me." Ning Fengzhi smiled.

"Yes, Teacher. I definitely won't disappoint your expectations." Ye Feng spoke confidently.

He had a system, after all. If he did not become a god, he would be letting the system down.

"Mm, does Little Feng have anything else?" With the matter settled, Ning Fengzhi began ushering him out. Right now, he was busy spending time with his precious daughter; where would he find the time to bother with this disciple?

"Uh, I heard that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has a soul skill called Heart Separation Control. Teacher, may I learn it?" Since Ning Fengzhi had asked, Ye Feng did not stand on ceremony and immediately made his request.

Because of the cultivation system, as long as he acquired a soul skill, he could cultivate it automatically. It would not delay his usual training at all.

Naturally, the more soul skills he had, the better.

"You want to learn Heart Separation Control?" Ning Fengzhi froze upon hearing this, then shook his head and began to advise him earnestly.

"Little Feng, Heart Separation Control is not very useful to you. Setting aside whether you can cultivate it successfully or not."

"Even if you succeed, it will take up a great deal of time. I hope you can devote your time and energy to increasing your rank rather than spreading yourself too thin."

"But, Teacher, I learn things very quickly. It won't take up my usual cultivation time. I promise you that I'll only practice it during my free time," Ye Feng explained.

"This..." Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and was about to continue persuading him, when Ning Rongrong began shaking his arm nonstop and acting cute.

"Dad, just teach Brother Ye Feng! Brother Ye Feng is a genius. I believe he'll definitely learn it very quickly."

"That's right, Teacher. Let me try first. If it's too difficult to cultivate, I can give up later. It won't delay me for long anyway." Ye Feng gave Ning Rongrong an approving look, then gazed earnestly at Ning Fengzhi.

With the two of them joining forces to pressure him, Ning Fengzhi finally could not hold out any longer.

He shook his head helplessly and sighed. "You two little rascals, honestly... Fine, fine, I'll teach him, all right? Rongrong, stop shaking me. Dad's bones are about to fall apart."

"Hehe!" Only after hearing Dad agree did Ning Rongrong stop shaking him, giggling all the while.

"Thank you, Teacher!" Ye Feng hurriedly expressed his thanks as well.

"I can teach you, but you must promise me not to spend too much time on Heart Separation Control, and you must not let it interfere with your cultivation," Ning Fengzhi instructed.

"Don't worry, Teacher. I know what I'm doing." Ye Feng happily accepted the Heart Separation Control Ning Fengzhi handed him and casually agreed.

"Ah, I really don't know where you learned about Heart Separation Control. In truth, it can't actually split one's attention. Its effect is merely to make your control over Soul Power more precise, preventing waste when using soul skills."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and explained.

"It can't truly split one's attention?" Ye Feng froze for a moment, then looked at Ning Fengzhi, his eyes full of confusion.

"Once Heart Separation Control is successfully cultivated, it can indeed allow you to simultaneously control the release of multiple soul skills. Through precise control, it can also conserve Soul Power. But all of this is achieved through precise control."

"It could be said that rather than calling this soul skill Heart Separation Control, it would be more fitting to call it Precise Control."