A Strange Sense of Accomplishment!

Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed slightly. She pulled back her hand and spoke indifferently.

"Tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Whenever she saw this disobedient disciple of hers submit before her, an inexplicable sense of accomplishment rose in her heart. Her mood brightened, and more than half her anger dissipated.

Lin Feng grimaced and rubbed his reddened ear, quickly responding.

"Uh! I was wrong... wrong for not listening to Teacher. I won't dare absorb a soul ring beyond my level again."

He could not help muttering to himself.

He had no idea who this bargain-bin teacher had learned ear-twisting from. It hurt way too much. Otherwise... it would have felt pretty nice.

Over the past three years, through their persistent efforts, the master-disciple relationship between him and Qian Renxue had become incredibly strange.

The emotional resonance between two lonely people had reached a rather special height.

As for how high, even he could not explain it. They could rely on each other and entrust their lives to one another. Each was the other's support.

Lin Feng tactfully picked up the teapot on the table, filled the empty cup before her, and awkwardly handed it over.

"Teacher, have some tea and calm down."

Qian Renxue glanced at him. In the end, she said nothing more. Taking out a storage Soul Tool, she handed it to him and said helplessly,

"You really are impossible. I'm warning you, if there's a next time, don't expect me to bring you any more Gold Soul Coins."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He hurriedly took the Soul Tool and peered inside. It was filled with neatly stacked, glittering Gold Soul Coins—at least five hundred thousand of them.

He immediately beamed with joy.

"Thank you to my angel investor for the funding. Rest assured, Teacher, there definitely won't be a next time."

Putting everything else aside, his bargain-bin teacher was truly generous with Gold Soul Coins, unlike certain people who owed others tens of millions yet still acted like they were the boss.

Seeing his money-grubbing expression, as if he could not take his eyes off the coins, Qian Renxue's lips curled up slightly as she murmured softly,

"What an easily satisfied guy."

Money meant nothing to her. If she wanted it, she could have as much as she wished.

Recalling Qian Linfeng's report about the half-fused External Soul Bone, she spoke coolly.

"Take out your External Soul Bone and let me see it."

Soul Power surged through Lin Feng. Sharp dark-gold Terror Claws instantly extended from the knuckles of his right hand, cold gleams flowing across them.

"Teacher, the right palm of a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. It's said to be something capable of wrestling a Giant Dragon. What do you think?"

Qian Renxue did not answer. She reached out and grasped his right wrist. Sacred golden Angel Martial Soul Power surged forth and slowly seeped into the dark-gold Terror Claws.

The moment her Soul Power touched the soul bone, she faintly sensed a fierce and savage aura.

Feeling the delicate touch of her cool, soft hand, Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

So sudden? She's my dear teacher. This doesn't seem right, does it? But... should I agree, or should I agree?

Qian Renxue quickly withdrew her hand, her brows knitting slightly as she asked,

"When you use this soul bone, have you felt anything unusual?"

Snapped out of his wandering thoughts, Lin Feng sighed regretfully.

"Something unusual? I haven't used it much. It just feels like it consumes a lot of Soul Power and mental strength when activated. Also, there always seems to be a layer between the Terror Claws and me, like they haven't fully fused. Does that count?"

Qian Renxue took a sip of tea, slowly set down her cup, then rose and walked past him toward the exit.

"Follow me."

Lin Feng panicked slightly and hurried after her. He could not help swallowing as he cautiously asked in a low voice,

"Teacher, let's agree on this first. What happened just now is over, okay? You definitely won't use sword practice as an excuse to beat me up, right?"

Over the past three years, he had been beaten up plenty of times by this bargain-bin teacher. It had left him with something of a psychological shadow.

The Angel Martial Soul was the most absurdly overpowered all-round Martial Soul he had ever seen. Every attribute was maxed out. As a support soul master, he simply had no way to play against her.

Qian Renxue halted without turning around and said coolly,

"When did I say what happened just now was over?"

Lin Feng: ...

The two soon arrived at the lawn where they usually sparred.

Soul Power surged within Qian Renxue, and the Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed her. Sacred golden wings unfurled from her back, their gilded patterns flowing with radiance.

With a lift of her hand, an Angel Holy Sword burning with blazing golden-white flames condensed in her palm.

Looking at his bargain-bin teacher, who resembled a cold and holy female war goddess with her aura fully unleashed, then at the holy sword in her hand crackling with flames, Lin Feng froze on the spot. Cold sweat immediately poured down his face.

"Teacher, y-you've got this wrong, haven't you? Aren't we using wooden swords?"

If that flaming sword struck him, he would be cooked medium before he knew it. How could he possibly survive?

Qian Renxue raised her sword, its sharp tip pointing at him from afar as she said coolly,

"Enough nonsense. Show me your Terror Claws."

The Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear was one of the overlords of the soul beast world. Even though Lin Feng was only a Soul Elder, she could not afford to underestimate the power of this soul bone in the slightest.

Lin Feng could only grit his teeth. Soul Power surged through his body at full force, and five dark-gold Terror Claws glittering with a chilling light sprang from his right hand.

"Teacher, my claws have never failed me. Take this!"

He pushed off the ground and lunged before Qian Renxue in a single step, viciously swinging his Terror Claws without holding back.

"Clang—!"

Terror Claws sharp enough to easily slice through boulders collided fiercely with the peerlessly sacred Angel Holy Sword. The deafening ring of metal striking metal echoed out as two utterly different edges crashed through the air, each displaying its own sharpness.

After several probing exchanges failed to do anything to Qian Renxue, Lin Feng borrowed the force to retreat slightly. Looking at the completely unscathed Angel Holy Sword, his face filled with disappointment as he muttered to himself,

"I can't even break a sword, yet they say these can tear apart Giant Dragon scales. Who knows if that's just exaggerated nonsense."

His second purple thousand-year soul ring suddenly lit up as he chanted softly.

"Blade Armor!"

The glittering Blessing Gold Pouch appeared in response. As its opening parted, six Thornmail Gold Coins engraved with thorn patterns flew out at once.

With a light flick of his finger, three Thornmail Gold Coins shot toward Qian Renxue as streaks of light. He then clenched the remaining three tightly in his palm, merging them into his body.

"Teacher, be careful."

As he spoke, he poured more than half the Soul Power in his body into the dark-gold Terror Claws on his right hand. The muscles in his arm abruptly tightened, and he swung with all his strength toward Qian Renxue.

An incomparably condensed dark-gold claw blade tore through the air, carrying a shrill whistle as it ripped toward the figure opposite him.

Qian Renxue remained calm. A black ten-thousand-year soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Holy Sword!"

With a flick of her slender hand, the blazing golden-white flames on the holy sword surged instantly. A majestic golden sword aura several yards high slashed across the sky. Wherever it passed, even the air warped slightly from the heat, and a sea of golden-red flames churned.

Yet to her surprise, that seemingly inconspicuous dark-gold claw blade tore through the sword aura of her Ten Thousand Year Soul Skill and continued toward her without losing any of its force.

Qian Renxue's brows immediately furrowed. She quickly raised the holy sword to block it. With a crisp "Clang," the remaining force of the claw blade crashed fully against the blade, making the hand gripping the hilt tremble slightly beyond her control.

"What terrifying power!"

She was a Soul Emperor. She knew the power of that move better than anyone. If an ordinary Soul King were struck by it unprepared, they would suffer severe injuries at the very least. In a more serious case, they might even be torn apart on the spot.

Lin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up!

Three years. A full three years!

This was the first time he had truly gained an advantage against his own bargain-bin teacher.

An unprecedented surge of confidence instantly filled him. Without even thinking, he raised his Terror Claws and quickly charged after her.

"Teacher, the tables have turned today. Take this!"

Qian Renxue raised a brow. Her expression remained utterly calm, though an imperceptible smile flashed through her eyes. Tightening her grip on the Angel Holy Sword, she stepped forward to meet him.