Entrust Her to Me

Having made his decision, Lin Feng no longer hesitated.

The moment he picked up the Flower Pot beside him, Ah Yin immediately swayed violently, her leaves rustling.

He had no idea what she was trying to say, so he selectively turned a blind eye.

He sped off again, the howling wind pulling Ah Yin's branches straight behind him like a "tail."

Whenever he got bored, he chattered away at the Flower Pot.

"Don't worry, I'm not a good person."

"But the place I'm going happens to be where your son is."

"Oh, and a reminder: your ex-husband isn't exactly a good bird. I didn't provoke him or mess with him, yet he insisted on coming after me."

"So if you want to blame someone, blame him. I was acting in self-defense."

"And let me tell you a secret. Actually... your son isn't really your 'son,' either."

"Have you never noticed? Hasn't he been absurdly mature since he was little? And he could come up with all sorts of strange things without anyone teaching him?"

"Have you really never doubted it?"

Though Lin Feng appeared to be talking to himself, he had been watching the Flower Pot from the corner of his eye.

Perhaps Ah Yin was still unable to condense a soul form. Otherwise, she would probably have already jumped out to demand an explanation.

At that moment, Ah Yin had wrapped her vines tightly around his arm of her own accord.

He could feel that she had put real strength into it this time, winding herself especially tight.

"What? You don't believe me?"

"With that little strength, you'd barely be able to scratch an itch for me."

"I'm telling you the truth. Your son has long been gone. The one occupying that body now is merely some old hand who came back to life in another's corpse."

"Hey, hey~~ Why are you wilting?"

"Are you short on water? Perfect, I need to pee. I'll fertilize you a little..."

He made as if to stop. Ah Yin, who had just been listless, instantly became lush and vibrant again, brimming with life.

Lin Feng sneered inwardly. Little thing, think I can't handle you?

Sometimes, he reflected on whether bullying a blade of grass like this was a little excessive.

But once he remembered that there was a mature soul inside it, that trace of guilt immediately vanished.

Four days after leaving home.

Lin Feng returned to Supreme Academy, weary from the journey.

As soon as he approached the academy gates, he keenly sensed two powerful auras within.

Neither party had deliberately concealed their presence, clearly having no intention of hiding.

At the same time, he sensed Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. Hearing them chatting as usual, he felt somewhat relieved.

He pushed the door open and walked straight in.

By the stone table where he usually sat, there were now two uninvited guests.

His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze swept over Ning Fengzhi. Hmm, refined and elegant.

Then it fell upon the tall figure clad in Pitch Black armor, and he had already guessed the man's identity.

Before he could speak, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing hurried over.

Both were drenched in fragrant sweat, their cheeks flushed. They had clearly been training moments ago.

"Teacher! You're finally back!"

Ning Rongrong's voice was full of delight. She instinctively wanted to throw herself at him, but after catching sight of those two pairs of watching eyes, she forcefully stopped herself.

"Didn't you say three days? Why did it turn into four?"

Naturally, Lin Feng would not tell her that he had spent an extra day lying in wait.

"Uh, well, I took care of a little matter on the way."

"Teacher, we have guests at home."

Zhu Zhuqing looked him over with concern. "Are you tired? Do you want to rest first?"

"It's fine."

Lin Feng handed her the Flower Pot. "Take Ah... ahem, take this pot of Blue Silver Grass somewhere and transplant it. Remember to water it."

As if recalling something, he asked again.

"By the way, while I was gone, did Xiao Wu come by?"

Zhu Zhuqing accepted the Flower Pot with both hands. Though she was curious why her teacher had specifically brought back a pot of Blue Silver Grass, she obediently did not ask further.

At the mention of Xiao Wu, she nodded. "She came once, but she seemed rushed. I don't know whether she was sick, but she quickly ran back."

"Mm, I understand. Go get busy."

Lin Feng nodded, knowing what was going on.

He then turned to Ning Rongrong and instructed, "Rong Rong, go buy some vegetables. We have guests at home, so make it a generous spread."

Ning Rongrong wanted to ask more, but seeing Lin Feng's serious expression, she immediately understood that her teacher was deliberately sending her away.

She knew Lin Feng was far from as unreliable as he appeared. On the contrary, he was always thoughtful and handled matters appropriately.

"Okay, Teacher. I'll be back soon." She obediently agreed, then turned and headed outside.

Seeing Lin Feng order his daughter around so naturally, a trace of surprise flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes, but he said nothing.

The fact that his Little Princess, who had always been spoiled and willful, was so obedient to this young man was enough to make him deeply interested in Lin Feng.

Gu Rong, standing to the side, frowned slightly, seemingly about to say something.

But Ning Fengzhi spoke first. "Uncle Gu, let us talk first."

After giving his instructions, Lin Feng wore a casual smile as he walked to the stone table and naturally sat down across from the two powerhouses.

After all, Ning Fengzhi was Ning Rongrong's father. Lin Feng did not find it strange that he had tracked this place down.

"Sect Master Ning, Bone Douluo, I've heard so much about you both. You've come from afar, yet I failed to welcome you properly. When did you arrive?"

Ning Fengzhi replied calmly, "Dean Lin is too courteous. We are the ones disturbing you. I am merely curious that Dean Lin actually recognizes us."

Lin Feng smiled. "Sect Master Ning and Bone Douluo are renowned far and wide. There's nothing strange about recognizing you."

"Besides, judging from Rong Rong's reaction just now, anyone could have guessed."

Ning Fengzhi nodded at that. "Then why not have Dean Lin guess what we came here for as well?"

"Sect Master Ning surely did not come merely to visit his daughter?"

Ning Fengzhi chuckled, his gaze appraising. "Dean Lin looks no more than seventeen or eighteen, yet you possess such composure and bearing. Ning has gained a new respect for you."

He continued, "I did hear some rumors and came specifically to verify them. But Daughter kept her mouth tightly shut. No matter how I questioned her, she refused to reveal a single word."

His tone carried a touch of helplessness and teasing. "It seems that this father's words are far less effective than her teacher's."

Lin Feng understood the faint jealousy in those words perfectly.

He laughed heartily. "Rong Rong actually understands propriety. She is simply still young, and uncut jade needs polishing. As for what Sect Master Ning wishes to confirm, I can tell you clearly—it is true."

They were both intelligent men. Some things did not need to be said aloud for them to understand.

Having received confirmation in person, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong could not hide their excitement.

That made the Youth before them Ning Fengzhi's great benefactor.

"Dean Lin, I thank you on behalf of Daughter for this great kindness." He put on no airs and clasped his hands in thanks.

Lin Feng made a show of raising a hand. "Since Rong Rong has acknowledged me as her master, I consider her one of my own. There is no need for thanks..."

"Also, I can guarantee her safety. Sect Master Ning can rest assured and entrust her to me."

He was not merely making empty claims. It also served to put their minds at ease.

"Of course. Ning naturally trusts Dean Lin."

After their exchange, Ning Fengzhi no longer underestimated Lin Feng.

Instead, he felt that this person was quite extraordinary.

Observing Lin Feng's words and mannerisms, Ning Fengzhi found that although he seemed casual, he possessed his own sense of order and bearing. He left an excellent impression.

Moreover, during the two days he had stayed here, he had watched his daughter and Zhu Zhuqing train. Their methods were novel, yet highly effective.

He had even considered imitating them.

He continued, "Ning sees that your academy is rather simple. Do you need repairs or expansion? If it is convenient, Ning is willing to fund the purchase of this land and gift it to you, as a small token of appreciation."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up at those words. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "I appreciate Sect Master Ning's kindness, but I do not intend to stay here for long."

I've put it this clearly. Why not just give me the cash instead?