Mu Ye: What We're Doing Feels a Little Unfair to Na'er. Good Disciple, Don't Blame Your Master...

The moonlight was rich, the figures hazy. Two young silhouettes nestled against each other, whispering sweet nothings.

On an earthen slope three thousand meters away, Mu Ye, Yuan En Tiandang, and Zhang Huanyun each held a pair of binoculars.

Although Feng Zaixing seemed to have discovered them because his Spiritual Power was so powerful, then concealed their figures with Spiritual Power, the three of them still watched with great interest.

"Ahahaha! This Sect Master always said that This Sect Master is the Heaven-Prospering Sect Master of the Body Sect! The second and Third Disciples are both peerless talents, and now the future third generation has been settled too!"

Mu Ye gazed at the two young figures flying farther and farther away, his face full of a maternal smile, utterly pleased with himself.

According to the Soul Master world's rule that "a heroic father generally produces a worthy son," as long as both parents were top-tier geniuses, the odds of their descendants not being geniuses were extremely low—unless their luck was as terrible as that of God Division Yu Xiaogang twenty thousand years ago, whose misfortune had been unmatched.

And in this era, Innate Full Soul Power was not exactly everywhere, but it was common enough. It was basically standard equipment for geniuses, and every top academy in a first-tier city could find a few such students.

Zhang Huanyun could understand Mu Ye's feelings, but he could not stand seeing him so smug. He put on a stern expression and said seriously, "Strictly speaking, the revival of your line is mostly thanks to your good disciple, not you. If someone else had adopted Zaixing after his parents died, it would have been the same. For example, this Legion Commander—"

Mu Ye's face darkened. "Nonsense! Though my Body Sect declined, our inheritance