Bloodline Leap

Having suddenly received two gifts, they naturally had to test how effective they were.

The Storage Soul Tool's function was simple: it stored items.

Ye Feng's wristguard contained eight cubic meters of space, while Ning Rongrong's was slightly larger, with exactly ten cubic meters.

Though it was a bit small, Ye Feng did not mind. With this Soul Tool, he could already store quite a lot of things.

Then there was the Yin Yang Jade Pendant. In terms of value, Soul Tools were certainly precious, but at least they had a market price—just an extremely high one.

The Yin Yang Jade Pendant was different. It could be called priceless; in anyone's hands, it could be treated as a family heirloom.

The Yin Yang Jade Pendant was divided into two pieces, and each piece had an excellent effect.

Ye Feng had tested it. After wearing the jade pendant, his cultivation efficiency increased by at least ten percent.

That was an astonishing improvement.

With Ning Rongrong's Innate Level Nine Soul Power cultivation talent, after obtaining the yin jade pendant, her cultivation efficiency was already close to that of Innate Full Soul Power.

Of course, she still could not compare to Ye Feng.

For one, Ye Feng's Martial Soul had already undergone two evolutions, and his cultivation talent had improved somewhat as well.

For another, his Meditation Method could cultivate automatically twenty-four hours a day. One day of cultivation for him was worth several days for others.

After all, no one could cultivate without interruption for twenty-four hours.

With all these factors combined, Ye Feng had broken through one level in just a single month, reaching Level Twelve.

In the days that followed, Ye Feng's life became peaceful once again.

Apart from studying and training, he spent nearly all his remaining time in the mimicry cultivation environment.

Two months later.

Ye Feng was sparring with Sword Douluo.

Calling it sparring was not quite accurate. It would be more fitting to say that Sword Douluo was feeding him moves.

Ye Feng flapped his wings, swooping down like an eagle pouncing on its prey. His pair of sharp talons glinted with cold light as he circled Sword Douluo at tremendous speed, launching fierce attacks from time to time.

Yet Sword Douluo stood calmly in place without moving his feet even once. Holding a tree branch in his hand, he effortlessly deflected Ye Feng's attacks.

"Ye Feng, you're an Agility Attack Type Soul Master. If you don't strike, then don't—but once you do, go all out. Kill with a single blow. Don't focus solely on attacking; you must also watch for your opponent's openings."

As he casually blocked Ye Feng's attacks, Sword Douluo occasionally offered him pointers.

"Brother Ye Feng, go! Go!" At the side, Ning Rongrong watched their fight with an excited expression, wishing she could join in herself.

Unfortunately, she still had not broken through Level Ten and did not yet possess her first soul skill.

"Sword Grandpa, I'm an Attack-type Soul Master, not an Agility Attack Type," Ye Feng said stubbornly as he stopped moving after hearing Sword Douluo's words.

"Haha, what type of Soul Master you are isn't important. What matters is that your combat skills are still lacking." Sword Douluo did not argue with Ye Feng over what type of Soul Master he was.

That was something only his teacher needed to worry about.

"Ding, your Martial Soul feels utterly powerless when facing a powerful enemy. In its fury, its Martial Soul bloodline has undergone a leap."

"Ding, your Martial Soul has evolved into a Sharp-tailed Swallow."

In an instant, Ye Feng felt intense pain surge through his entire body, and his body began changing rapidly.

The first change was to the wings on his back. Their originally grayish-black feathers began to transform, and the wings turned silver-white.

Cold glints flickered along the edges of every feather, making them look incomparably sharp.

The bird talons on his hands also became more slender, while the claws grew exceptionally sharp. If they caught someone, they would definitely leave a hole at the slightest touch.

"This is... his Martial Soul mutated again?" Sword Douluo stared dumbfoundedly at Ye Feng's ongoing transformation, not knowing what to say.

That old Bone fellow had actually guessed right. Ye Feng's Martial Soul had truly evolved into a Sharp-tailed Swallow.

"Sword Grandpa, what's happening to Brother Ye Feng?" Seeing Ye Feng in such pain, Ning Rongrong hurriedly ran over to them and asked anxiously.

"Don't worry. This is a good thing. Ye Feng's Martial Soul is evolving!" Sword Douluo reassured her.

"So Brother Ye Feng's Martial Soul evolved again?" Ning Rongrong's eyes remained fixed on Ye Feng. Clearly, Sword Douluo's words had not put her at ease.

"It didn't evolve again. The first two times were Martial Soul mutations. This time is true evolution," Sword Douluo explained.

In truth, Sword Douluo felt that calling it evolution was not entirely accurate. More precisely, Ye Feng's Martial Soul had undergone an atavistic reversion.

This phenomenon had appeared several times in the Soul Master world.

When a parent's Martial Soul underwent a harmful mutation and was then passed down to their child, the child's Martial Soul could revert, returning to what it had been before the mutation.

Ye Feng's mother should originally have awakened a Sharp-tailed Swallow, but it underwent a harmful mutation, turning her Martial Soul into a sparrow.

And now, Ye Feng's Martial Soul had undergone atavistic reversion, evolving once more into a Sharp-tailed Swallow.

Before long, through a special communication method, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo also arrived at the scene.

By then, Ye Feng's transformation was nearly complete.

The evolution of his Martial Soul bloodline had left Ye Feng looking extremely disheveled.

Blood covered his body, and his face was drenched in sweat.

The intense pain had already drained a great deal of his strength. Once the evolution ended, Ye Feng's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

"Uncle Gu, hurry and see how Xiaofeng is doing," Ning Fengzhi said urgently to Bone Douluo.

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi summoned his Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. A white beam shot out from it, instantly enveloping Ye Feng's entire body and healing his injuries.

"It's nothing serious. This evolution simply consumed a great deal of energy. Once he wakes up, just make sure he gets plenty of nutrition."

After Ning Fengzhi's treatment, Bone Douluo conducted another thorough examination before speaking to everyone.

"As long as he's fine." Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi finally let out a sigh of relief.

Ye Feng was his treasured disciple. If anything had happened to him, it would have been too late for regrets.

"Still, Xiaofeng's Martial Soul Evolution is a good thing. It seems I'll have to start making arrangements for certain matters as well." Once he relaxed, Ning Fengzhi began planning for the sect again.

Ye Feng's Martial Soul had evolved into a Sharp-tailed Swallow, which meant they could establish ties with the Speed Clan.

Ning Fengzhi thought very highly of the Speed Clan. Their clan's Martial Soul possessed unique advantages in scouting. If the Speed Clan could join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it would be a tremendous boon to the sect.

It might even be possible to use the Speed Clan to establish contact with the other three great clans.

In just that brief moment, Ning Fengzhi had already come up with many feasible plans.

But among all those plans, Ye Feng was the most crucial link.

"Alright, let's take Xiaofeng back to his room first. Whatever it is, we can talk after he wakes up." Bone Douluo rose to his feet, interrupting Ning Fengzhi's musings.

"Right, let's get Xiaofeng settled first," Ning Fengzhi hurriedly agreed.