Teacher, I Saw Nothing.

Fifteen minutes later, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

"Teacher, I am a support-type Spirit Master, please show mercy."

Lin Feng was covered in seven or eight swollen sword marks, his spirit completely drained as he waved his hands repeatedly and retreated step by step.

"No more sparring, Teacher. I'm exhausted. This Dark Gold Dreadclaw consumes not only spirit power but also mental energy. Let's practice again next time."

For some reason, an inexplicable, violent impulse to tear everything in front of him to shreds suddenly surged into his heart.

The scene before his eyes wavered slightly, his consciousness seemingly veiled by a layer of blood mist; his ears rang, and his vision began to blur.

Such a familiar feeling... as if he had experienced it somewhere before...

Lin Feng shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

He realized his state was wrong, and as he looked at Qian Renxue before him, a fierce, uncontrollable urge to tear her apart rose from the depths of his soul.

Seeing the unfocused look in his eyes, Qian Renxue frowned, stepped forward, and called out with concern:

"Little Lin? What's wrong with you?"

"Teacher, I think I've been... by the Dark Gold Dreadclaw... watch out... the Dreadclaw..."

Lin Feng lowered his head, his body trembling incessantly, gritting his teeth as he spoke word by word. Before he could finish, the last shred of his clarity was completely swallowed by the surging, violent remnant soul.

The next second, He snapped his head up, staring straight at Qian Renxue.

His once clear, pitch-black pupils were now dyed a deep, blood-red, surging with ferocity and madness, like a beast that had been provoked and completely lost its reason.

The cold light on the Dark Gold Dreadclaw on his right palm flared, and he struck ruthlessly toward Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue realized something was wrong; she held her Angel Holy Sword horizontally, precisely blocking the incoming Dreadclaw.

The sound of metal clashing was sharp and piercing.

She flipped her wrist, nimbly deflecting the Dreadclaw, while her other hand moved as fast as lightning, accurately seizing Lin Feng's shoulder as her purple thousand-year spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Angel Blessing!"

A brilliant, sacred golden light spilled forth, firmly enveloping Lin Feng.

Within the radiance, a holy angel phantom slowly condensed, bowing its head with palms pressed together, chanting a prayer of purification in a low voice.

Lin Feng's body stiffened abruptly, and the blood-red color in his pupils faded at a visible rate, returning to clarity.

The violent remnant soul that had occupied his mind encountered the pure, holy angel energy and, like a mouse seeing a cat, instantly collapsed, forced back into the spirit bone and daring not to emerge again.

Lin Feng's strength was completely drained; his vision went black, and he fell forward unconsciously, landing softly against Qian Renxue's fragrant shoulder.

Qian Renxue hurriedly supported his limp body. Feeling the depletion of his mental energy and recalling his out-of-control state, she frowned and murmured:

"Was it because his mental energy was over-exhausted and his mind unguarded that the remnant soul in the spirit bone invaded his consciousness?"

Records regarding external spirit bones were already scarce, especially concerning the hidden dangers of such top-tier beast spirit bones; for a moment, she was unsure how to eradicate it completely.

She looked down at the pale, handsome face in her arms and, on a whim, reached out to gently pinch his soft cheek, the corners of her mouth curling up involuntarily.

"Hmph, you're much better behaved like this."

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten.

"Teacher!"

Lin Feng snapped his eyes open, staring at the familiar ceiling of his room. He was stunned for half a second, his brain buzzing.

The image of his consciousness being occupied by the remnant soul yesterday and attacking Qian Renxue flooded his mind.

He didn't even bother with shoes, bolting upright from the bed and rushing out the door, heading toward the second-floor room in a frantic panic.

"Tea...cher!"

Pushing open the door, he froze in place, staring at the breathtaking, indescribable scene before him.

The gilded long dress on Qian Renxue was half-draped at her waist, her smooth, translucent back exposed to the morning light, her skin as delicate as fine mutton-fat jade.

Following the slender waistline down, a pair of snow-white, long, and perfectly proportioned legs made his eyes unable to look away...

Lin Feng swallowed subconsciously, his mind going blank.

"So white..."

Qian Renxue spun around abruptly. Her cold phoenix eyes met Lin Feng standing at the door, and a visible flush instantly rose across her usually pristine, beautiful face.

Lin Feng shivered under her gaze, scrambling to close the door and explain.

"Tea... Teacher, listen to me, I didn't mean to, I was just..."

Before he could finish, A dazzling golden light flashed.

He was sent flying by a single palm, tumbling heavily from the second floor down to the floor below.

Lin Feng climbed up from the ground, grimacing as images of pale, snowy skin uncontrollably flooded his mind.

At the mere thought, his heart began to race wildly, blood rushed to his head, and a faint, warm trickle began to stir in his nose.

No, this is not the time to be thinking about that.

He shook his head violently and took several deep breaths, barely managing to suppress the agitation in his heart as his mind raced.

Should I run? Is there still time to get away?

If I don't run, my makeshift teacher is currently in a fit of rage. Will she end up hacking me to death in a moment of fury?

But if I do run, it might be even worse. I'm already in the wrong; if I flee, she'll hold a grudge for a lifetime, and I'll end up dying an even more miserable death.

Just as he was caught in an internal struggle, a holy blade of light suddenly extended silently from behind Lin Feng's neck.

The icy blade pressed tightly against his skin, instantly making every hair on his body stand on end, and he didn't dare move a muscle.

"Thinking of running? It's too late."

A voice filled with shame, anger, and indifference came from behind him, sending a chill down Lin Feng's spine.

"No, no, no, Teacher, I wasn't running! I really had no intention of running!"

Lin Feng swallowed hard and slowly turned around, forcing a smile onto his face that looked even worse than crying.

"Teacher, listen to my sophistry... ah, no, listen to my explanation! This is all a misunderstanding, a massive misunderstanding."

Qian Renxue had already changed into casual white robes, her long golden hair tied up loosely.

She circled around to stand in front of Lin Feng, her phoenix eyes filled with shame and rage. Her hand tightened slightly on the sword, pressing the blade a little closer.

"A misunderstanding? Fine. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer today, I will personally strike down this rebellious disciple of mine."

Her cold, detached tone betrayed no emotion, and the more she acted this way, the more uneasy Lin Feng felt. He braced himself to meet those icy phoenix eyes, completely unable to fathom what his makeshift teacher was actually thinking.

Looking at the light sword resting against his neck, Lin Feng spoke sheepishly.

"Teacher, let's talk this out. Can we put the sword away first? I'm a little panicked."

"Uh! Since you aren't saying anything... I'll take that as a yes!"

Receiving no response, he shifted a small step to the right, but the sword followed him, remaining firmly against his neck.

"Fine, I won't move. This is just fine, too."

Lin Feng's face fell, and he sighed miserably, completely giving up on struggling as he hurriedly began to explain.

"Teacher, wasn't I controlled by that wretched spirit bone yesterday? When I woke up, my head was full of fear that I might have accidentally hurt you."

"I just thought I should hurry over to see if you were alright. Believe me, it's the truth! I swear to the heavens, I really had no other twisted intentions."

As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but drift away, and he added guiltily:

"And... and I had just woken up, my brain was still foggy and dizzy. I really didn't see anything just now, I swear!"

"Worried about me?"

The hand Qian Renxue held the hilt with loosened almost imperceptibly, and a warm current flowed through her heart, though her voice remained cold and indifferent.

"You, a mere support-type Soul Elder, think you could hurt me, a power-attack Soul Emperor? Do you really think I would believe such nonsense?"