Ning Haoran Almost Suffered Social Withdrawal

"Ye Feng? You mean the genius disciple Dad took in yesterday?" Ning Haoran had also heard about Ye Feng.

"Yes, him. He's awful. He clearly promised to keep telling me stories today, but he went back on his word." Ning Rongrong complained to Ning Haoran indignantly.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong mentioned Ye Feng every other sentence, Ning Haoran raised a brow, feeling a sourness in his heart. When had his beloved little sister become so close to that brat?

This wasn't a complaint at all. She was practically showing off to him.

"Fine. Third Brother will teach him a harsh lesson and let him understand who the true master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is." Ning Haoran put on a fierce expression. He wanted to see whether this Ye Feng was truly as talented as the rumors claimed.

"That's right, teach him a lesson." Ning Rongrong happily waved her fists. Then, as if recalling something, she quietly reminded Ning Haoran, "Third Brother, remember to go easy on him. Don't hurt him too badly. I still want to hear him tell stories. Just let him know how amazing I am."

Ning Haoran: ...

I fucking shouldn't have come here.

When the siblings came looking for him, Ye Feng was still getting familiar with his rapidly increased strength.

Although his Martial Soul, Meditation Method, and acceleration could all cultivate automatically, that did not mean he could simply do nothing.

Having strength also required the ability to wield it properly. Otherwise, he would be nothing more than an empty shell with power.

"Are you Ye Feng, the disciple my dad just took in?" Led by Ning Rongrong, Ning Haoran arrived at Ye Feng's courtyard.

"Third Young Master, I am Ye Feng." Ye Feng smiled and nodded at Ning Haoran. Compared to him, a fake young master, Ning Haoran was the real deal.

"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks and glared angrily at Ye Feng, making her presence known.

"Hehe, Rongrong, you're here. Sorry about that. Teacher called me out this morning to hunt for a Spirit Ring, and I only just got back. I kept you waiting for so long." Ye Feng saw through Ning Rongrong's little thoughts at once and promptly shifted all responsibility away from himself.

"Hmph, then why didn't you tell me sooner?" Ning Rongrong demanded unhappily.

Ye Feng spread his hands. "I didn't know Teacher would send me out either!"

"Ahem!" Seeing the two about to get engrossed in conversation, Ning Haoran had no choice but to interrupt.

At this point, Ning Haoran increasingly felt like he was the unnecessary one here.

"Junior Brother Ye Feng, have you already absorbed your first Spirit Ring?" Ye Feng was Ning Fengzhi's disciple, while he was Ning Fengzhi's son. Coupled with the age difference, calling him junior brother felt more intimate.

Ning Haoran had received strict education in matters of etiquette.

"Yes, I'm getting familiar with my increased strength," Ye Feng said, scratching his head sheepishly.

"Haha, if you want to get familiar with your strength, the best way is naturally through actual combat. How about it? Let's head to the training grounds and spar. I'm very curious about your abilities!"

To be honest, Ning Haoran rather envied Ye Feng. It was great to have talent. Ye Feng had awakened only yesterday, yet he had already obtained his first Spirit Ring today. Unlike him, who had cultivated for over a year after awakening his Martial Soul before reaching level ten.

"Sure!" Ye Feng readily agreed to Ning Haoran's invitation. He also wanted to see just how strong he truly was.

Besides, with a free sparring partner delivered right to his door, there was even less reason to refuse.

"Third Brother..." Ning Rongrong quietly tugged at Ning Haoran's sleeve, signaling him not to forget what he had said earlier.

That little gesture nearly made Ning Haoran shut down.

If not for his good upbringing, he would have almost started cursing.

She had forgotten her brother the moment she found a friend!

The three of them arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's training grounds.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had many disciples, and when they reached the training grounds, quite a few disciples were training of their own accord.

Some were running, some were lifting stones, and naturally, some were sparring with one another.

Ning Haoran and Ye Feng took their stances, clearly preparing to fight each other.

They instantly drew the attention of a group of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples.

Everyone knew Ning Haoran. He was the Third Young Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, after all—someone with plenty of status.

Everyone was unfamiliar with Ye Feng, but among the disciples who had awakened together yesterday were people who knew him. Thus, Ye Feng's name quickly spread.

Before the two could even begin, a crowd had already gathered around them.

They wanted to see just how formidable Ye Feng, this genius with Innate Full Soul Power, truly was.

"Ning Haoran. Martial Soul: Gale Wolf Demon. Level sixteen Assault Type Battle Spirit Master." After the formal introduction, Ning Haoran was the first to undergo Martial Soul Possession. His hair turned silver-white, his hands transformed into wolf claws, and silver-white fur covered his arms. His gaze sharpened, while his pupils became the emerald green of a wild wolf.

A Yellow Spirit Ring spread out beneath his feet, and his entire body radiated powerful fighting intent.

Facing a top-tier genius like Ye Feng, he did not dare let his guard down. He unleashed his full strength from the start.

"Ye Feng. Martial Soul: Sparrow. Level eleven Assault Type Battle Spirit Master." Ye Feng's expression also turned serious. As he underwent Martial Soul Possession, his body quickly began to change.

His hands transformed into bird claws, black and gleaming, their Sharp Claws flashing with a cold glint. A pair of sparrow wings sprouted from his back, and his gaze sharpened as well. His bright eyes locked tightly onto Ning Haoran, filled with aggression.

A Yellow Spirit Ring likewise spread out beneath his feet, and the aura around him was not the least bit weaker.

The two stood like needle against wheat, neither willing to yield.

"Senior Brother Haoran, excuse me." Ye Feng was the sort to seize an opening. Since Ning Haoran called him junior brother, he naturally addressed Ning Haoran as senior brother.

The instant he finished speaking, Ye Feng pushed off with the tip of his foot and shot forward at high speed. His Sharp Claws were hidden behind his back, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Faced with Ye Feng's attack, Ning Haoran remained calm. He suddenly kicked off the ground and, though moving later, arrived first as his body charged forward fiercely.

Just as the two were about to clash, Ye Feng's body suddenly halted. The wings on his back gave a fierce flap, and he deftly twisted through the air, instantly evading Ning Haoran's frontal charge.

He did not dare confront Ning Haoran head-on.

In terms of level, he was only level eleven, while Ning Haoran was level sixteen—a full five levels apart.

In terms of martial souls, he had an Ordinary Sparrow, while Ning Haoran had a Gale Wolf Demon. They were not even in the same league.

An Ordinary Sparrow was nothing more than an ordinary animal, but Ning Haoran's Gale Wolf Demon? Just hearing the name made it sound formidable.

"Junior Brother Ye Feng, watch out." Ning Haoran stomped his foot, blasting a crater into the solid ground. His body spun sharply, then he charged at Ye Feng at tremendous speed.

In terms of speed, the Gale Wolf Demon was no slouch either.

"Accelerate!" Seeing Ning Haoran's wolf claw coming straight at him, Ye Feng knew he could not dodge it with his own speed. He finally made his move. The soul ring beneath his feet lit up, and his body streaked through the air in an afterimage. As he evaded the wolf claw, he had already appeared behind Ning Haoran.

His sharp claws flashed with cold light as they viciously slashed toward Ning Haoran's back.