A Strange Sense of Accomplishment!

Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed slightly as she pulled her hand back, speaking with cold indifference:

"Tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Whenever she watched this disobedient, wicked disciple humble himself before her, a sense of accomplishment would inexplicably rise in her heart. Her mood would lift, and most of her anger would dissipate.

Lin Feng grimaced, rubbing his ear which had been pinched red, and hurriedly responded.

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

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He didn't know who this cheap teacher had learned ear-pinching from, but it was a pity it hurt so much; otherwise... it would actually be quite comfortable.

Over the past three years, through persistent effort, the master-disciple relationship between him and Qian Renxue had become quite peculiar.

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

As for how high, he couldn't quite say; they could rely on each other, entrust their lives to one another, and serve as each other's backbone.

Lin Feng tactfully picked up the teapot on the table, filled her empty cup, and handed it over with a sheepish expression.

"Teacher, have some tea to cool your temper."

Qian Renxue glanced at him but ultimately said nothing more. She took out a storage Soul Tool and handed it to him, saying helplessly:

"I really don't know what to do with you. I'm warning you, if there's a next time, don't even think about me bringing you Gold Soul Coins again."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He quickly took the Soul Tool and peered inside to see rows of neatly stacked, golden Gold Soul Coins—at least five hundred thousand to start with.

His face immediately broke into a joyful smile.

"Thank you for the funding, Angel Investor. Don't worry, Teacher, I guarantee there absolutely won't be a next time."

If nothing else, this cheap teacher was truly generous with her Gold Soul Coins, unlike some people who owed others millions yet still acted like masters.

Watching him look like a money-grubber who couldn't take his eyes off the cash, Qian Renxue's lips curled slightly as she whispered to herself.

"What an easily satisfied fellow."

As for money, she could have as much as she wanted whenever she wished, so she didn't care for it.

Recalling the semi-fused External Soul Bone mentioned in Qian Linfeng's report, she said coldly:

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

Lin Feng's soul power surged, and sharp, dark-gold claws instantly extended from the knuckles of his right hand, cold light flickering across them.

"Teacher, the right palm of a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear—the stuff of legends that could arm-wrestle a dragon. What do you think?"

Qian Renxue didn't respond. She reached out and gripped his right wrist, her sacred golden Angel Martial Soul power surging and slowly seeping into the dark-gold claws.

The moment her soul power touched the soul bone, she faintly sensed a fierce and brutal aura.

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

Is this happening so suddenly? She is my dear teacher, after all; isn't this a bit inappropriate? But... should I agree, or should I agree?

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

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

Lin Feng, who had been daydreaming, snapped back to reality and sighed with regret.

"Unusual? I haven't used it much, but I feel like it consumes a lot of soul power and mental energy when I activate it. Also, these claws feel like they're separated from me by a layer, as if they haven't fully fused yet. Does that count?"

Qian Renxue sipped her tea, slowly set the cup down, stood up, and walked past him toward the door.

"Follow me."

Lin Feng felt a bit panicked. He hurriedly followed, swallowing hard as he tentatively whispered:

"Teacher, let's get this straight—what happened just now is in the past, right? You definitely won't use sword practice as an excuse to beat me up, right?"

Over these three years, he hadn't been beaten by this cheap teacher a few times, and he had developed a bit of a psychological shadow.

Her Angel Martial Soul was the most broken, well-rounded martial soul he had ever seen, with every stat maxed out; there was no way for a support-type soul master like him to compete.

Qian Renxue paused, not looking back, and said coldly:

"When did I say what happened just now was in the past?"

Lin Feng: ...

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

Qian Renxue's soul power surged, her Angel Martial Soul suddenly manifesting, and golden, holy wings unfurled from her back, gilded patterns shimmering upon them.

With a wave of her hand, an Angel Holy Sword burning with intense golden-white flames had already condensed in her palm.

Lin Feng looked at his cheap teacher—who now resembled a cold, holy, and fully-powered female war god—and then at the sizzling, flaming sword in her hand. He was stunned on the spot, cold sweat breaking out instantly.

"Teacher, you... you've got the wrong idea, right? Isn't it supposed to be a wooden sword?"

If this sword, which was spitting fire, hit him, he'd be medium-rare—how could he possibly survive that?

Qian Renxue raised the sword, its sharp tip pointing at him from afar, and said coldly:

"Enough nonsense. Show me your Terrorclaw."

The Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear is one of the overlords of the spirit beast world; even though Lin Feng is only a Soul Elder, the power of this spirit bone is not something she can afford to take lightly.

Lin Feng could only grit his teeth, surging his spirit power to its limit as five cold, glittering dark gold terrorclaws instantly extended from his right palm.

"Teacher, my claws have never been dull—take this!"

He pushed off with his feet, lunging toward Qian Renxue in a single stride, and swung his terrorclaws fiercely without holding anything back.

"Clang—!"

The terrorclaws, sharp enough to easily slice through boulders, collided violently with the peerlessly holy Angel Holy Sword. The sound of metal clashing was deafening as two completely different types of sharpness struck each other in mid-air, each refusing to yield.

Seeing that several probes had failed to do anything to Qian Renxue, Lin Feng used the recoil to retreat slightly. Looking at the unscathed Angel Holy Sword, his face was full of disappointment as he muttered to himself, "I can't even break a sword, yet it's claimed to be able to tear through dragon scales; I wonder if that was just bragging."

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

"Thornmail!"

A golden Blessing Gold Pouch appeared in response. As the mouth of the bag opened, six Thornmail Gold Coins engraved with thorn patterns instantly flew out.

Lin Feng flicked his fingers, sending three Thornmail Gold Coins streaking toward Qian Renxue like beams of light, while he tightly gripped the remaining three in his palm, merging them into his own body.

"Teacher, be careful."

As he spoke, he poured most of the spirit power within his body into the Dark Gold Terrorclaws on his right hand. His arm muscles tensed, and he swung with all his might toward Qian Renxue.

A blade of dark gold energy, condensed to the extreme, tore through the air with a sharp whistle, slashing ferociously toward the figure opposite him.

Qian Renxue remained calm as a black ten-thousand-year spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Holy Sword!"

She waved her slender hand, and blazing gold-white flames instantly surged upon the holy sword. A massive golden sword aura, several zhang high, cut across the sky; wherever it passed, the very air was scorched and distorted, creating a churning sea of gold and red fire.

Yet, to her surprise, that seemingly unremarkable dark gold claw blade tore right through the sword aura of her ten-thousand-year spirit skill, continuing toward her with its momentum barely diminished.

Qian Renxue's brows furrowed as she hurriedly held her holy sword horizontally to block. With a crisp "clang," the residual force of the claw blade slammed into the blade, and her hand gripping the hilt trembled uncontrollably.

What terrifying force!

She is a Soul Emperor powerhouse; she knows the power of this move better than anyone. If it were an ordinary Soul King, a moment of carelessness would result in at least a serious injury, or in a worse case, being torn to shreds on the spot.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up!

Three years! A full three years!

This is the first time he has managed to gain a real advantage against this convenient teacher of his.

An unprecedented surge of confidence exploded within him. Without a second thought, he raised his terrorclaws and gave chase.

"Teacher, the tides have turned today—watch the claws!"

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow. Her face remained calm, but a subtle, imperceptible smile flashed in the depths of her eyes as she gripped the Angel Holy Sword and stepped forward to meet him.