Martial Soul Evolution

Whoosh!

Ning Haoran had far more combat experience than Ye Feng. The moment he saw Ye Feng vanish from his field of vision, Ning Haoran lit up his soul ring without even turning his head.

"Demon Wolf Charge." Ning Haoran instantly accelerated, shooting forward as though he had teleported and causing Ye Feng's attack to miss.

"Demon Wolf Charge—is that an Attack Soul Skill?" With his attack missing, Ye Feng halted and looked curiously at Ning Haoran.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Ye Feng, why not find out for yourself?" As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Haoran suddenly moved and charged at Ye Feng at high speed.

The attack was fast and fierce, almost leaving Ye Feng unable to react in time.

At the critical moment, Ye Feng beat his wings hard and pushed off the ground, hopping backward and narrowly dodging Ning Haoran's wolf claws.

Though he had avoided the attack, Ye Feng still broke out in a cold sweat. Those sharp wolf claws had nearly grazed the tip of his nose. If he had been any slower, his face would have been ruined.

"Ding! Your Martial Soul is extremely dissatisfied that you fell into a disadvantage during battle. In its fury, your Martial Soul has completed its evolution. Progress: 10/10."

"Ding! Your Martial Soul has evolved into an Excellent Sparrow."

As the notification faded, Ye Feng felt intense pain surge through his body. Amid the agony, the claws on his hands grew longer, turning dark black like forged iron and becoming even sharper.

The wings on his back changed even more dramatically, growing from just over one meter to two meters long—nearly doubling in size.

Amid the piercing pain, Ye Feng felt his body become lighter. His wings flapped instinctively, and with a single beat, he took to the air.

"I'm flying!"

Feeling weightless beneath his feet, Ye Feng even forgot the pain wracking his body.

This was flight—the dream of mankind.

And yet, he had achieved it so easily.

Ye Feng's transformation was incredibly conspicuous. Ning Haoran, standing opposite him, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples watching nearby, and even Ning Fengzhi, who was hidden in the shadows, all saw it.

Ning Fengzhi's office happened to face away from the training grounds. From its balcony, he had a clear view of the entire field.

This was also one of the ways he kept an eye on the sect's disciples.

By chance, Ning Fengzhi had witnessed Ye Feng's battle with Ning Haoran.

Just now, Ye Feng's Martial Soul had undergone an obvious transformation—one so strange that even Ning Fengzhi, with all his experience and knowledge, had never seen anything like it.

"Ye Feng's Martial Soul?" Ning Fengzhi stared in surprise at Ye Feng hovering in midair.

"His Martial Soul has mutated." Beside him, Bone Douluo spoke as he stroked the few sparse strands of hair on his forehead.

"A Mutated Martial Soul!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened before realization dawned on him. That explained everything.

He had always found Ye Feng's Martial Soul strange. Generally speaking, Martial Souls were linked to Innate Soul Power. A Martial Soul like a sparrow was extremely ordinary and should never have possessed the cultivation talent of Innate Full Soul Power.

Yet Ye Feng's talent was precisely Innate Full Soul Power. Paired with his Martial Soul, it had always seemed utterly bizarre.

But if it was a Mutated Martial Soul, then it all made sense.

"It seems my disciple's Martial Soul is extraordinary as well!" Ning Fengzhi said happily.

Ye Feng had been born into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with unquestionable roots. The more outstanding he was, the happier Ning Fengzhi became. Especially now that he had already accepted Ye Feng as his disciple—their bond was even closer.

On the training grounds, Ning Haoran was also stunned by Ye Feng's transformation.

Just moments ago, Ye Feng's Martial Soul had still looked like a little bird, incapable of flight. Yet in the blink of an eye, it had become a large bird. Not only could it fly through the air, but its aura had grown stronger as well.

Ye Feng's sharp gaze even gave Ning Haoran a stinging sensation.

The disciples around them stared at Ye Feng in shock. No one had ever seen such a bizarre transformation before.

The next moment, the surrounding disciples erupted into an uproar, and discussions broke out everywhere.

One disciple who had studied Martial Soul theory revealed the truth.

"Junior Brother Ye Feng's transformation should be a Martial Soul mutation. As expected of a genius with Innate Full Soul Power—he truly is extraordinary."

"So it's a Martial Soul mutation. Junior Brother Ye Feng is so lucky. Why hasn't my Martial Soul mutated?" one disciple said enviously.

"Heh, Martial Soul mutations aren't always a good thing. If it's a malignant mutation, your life is over," the disciple from before said irritably.

"Besides, Martial Soul mutations are unpredictable. It all comes down to fate."

"So it was a Martial Soul mutation." Ning Haoran had heard the crowd's discussion as well.

However, he was currently looking at Ye Feng with a bitter smile. "Junior Brother Ye Feng, how about we call this a draw? You're in the sky—I have no way to attack you!"

"Hehe, I lost this battle. In terms of strength, Senior Brother Haoran is still stronger." Ye Feng descended to the ground and spoke frankly.

"A draw is a draw. Being able to fly is your own ability. Your Martial Soul is a flying type to begin with—I can't exactly restrict your abilities, can I?" Ning Haoran waved his hand, looking forthright and generous.

In truth, he had no choice. Flying Martial Souls were just that troublesome. Without a way to counter them, one could only passively take hits. They possessed an innate advantage in battle.

"Hehe!"

Ye Feng grinned foolishly, his heart filled with delight. He had not expected his Martial Soul to evolve so quickly. He had thought he would need to wait another couple of days.

Now that he had truly experienced his Martial Soul's evolution, he felt even more confident in himself.

This was only its first evolution. If it continued evolving, just how powerful would it become?

For a moment, names such as Kunpeng, Three-legged Golden Crow, and phoenix flashed through his mind.

Just thinking of the names of those Divine Beasts made Ye Feng excited.

"Ding! Your martial soul sensed your thoughts, its blood boiled with passion, and its evolution speed greatly increased. Evolution Progress: 1/10."

"Brother Ye Feng, you can fly! I want to fly too." Ning Rongrong ran over to Ye Feng and flashed him a sweet smile.

"Hehe, little girl, so now it's Brother Ye Feng again?" Ye Feng asked teasingly.

"How could it not be? Brother Ye Feng has always been my brother. I'm younger than you to begin with!" Ning Rongrong curiously touched the wings on Ye Feng's back, pinching one feather between her fingers as an eager gleam flashed through her eyes.

In terms of age, Ye Feng was indeed older than Ning Rongrong, though not by much—less than a month. In another month, Ning Rongrong would also turn six and be able to awaken her martial soul.

"Don't mess around. These things are fake." Ye Feng watched Ning Rongrong warily. Having feathers plucked hurt a lot. He had been curious whether the feathers on his wings were real before, but when he pulled one out, it turned into specks of light and vanished, leaving not even a single feather behind.

"Hehe, then you have to take me flying, or I'll pluck all your bird feathers." A sly glint flashed through Ning Rongrong's eyes as she threatened him with childish ferocity.

"No problem, but I'm out of Soul Power right now. I'll take you flying another day." Ye Feng found an excuse, though it was not entirely an excuse. Although the battle had not lasted long, it had consumed quite a bit of Soul Power. He only had a small portion left in his body now.

Ning Rongrong was the treasured princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If anything happened to her, Ning Fengzhi would skin him alive.