To hunt it, Yue Guan and his uncle Gui Mei would have to join forces and immediately unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the "Polar Static Domain," to hold it in place. Then, a trusted and powerful subordinate would have to strike from the sidelines. Only then would they have a hundred percent chance of success.
The time wasn't right yet.
His own strength was still too weak. In a battle of that level, he wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder.
More importantly, their bond wasn't deep enough yet.
He could only reveal this heaven-sent opportunity once the two of them no longer doubted him in the slightest, and might even entrust their lives to him.
Ye Feng temporarily buried this crazy plan deep in his heart, deciding to take things one step at a time.
For now, his top priority was still to improve his strength.
The next day, just as dawn began to break.
Ye Feng got up early, changed into plain clothes, and left the courtyard.
In the morning, Spirit City's air was filled with a unique solemnity and vitality. Shops along the street were opening one after another, and the Soul Masters coming and going all looked vigorous, their auras steady—a world apart from a place like Nuoding City.
Ye Feng casually picked a roadside breakfast stall. The owner was a kind-looking, middle-aged man.
"Boss, a bowl of meat noodles. Extra scallions."
"Coming right up, sir! Have a seat!"
A steaming bowl of noodles was soon set before him. The broth was clear and savory, and the noodles had a springy bite. Ye Feng didn't hesitate; he picked up his chopsticks and slurped them down, savoring this rare taste of everyday life.
Just as he was enjoying his food, a quick set of footsteps drew near, and three figures sat down at the neighboring table.
Two boys and a girl, all around thirteen or fourteen years old.
The young man leading them had neat, short black hair and handsome features, but an unmistakable air of arrogance lingered between his brows.
The girl beside him had short golden hair and a tall, curvaceous figure. Her foxlike eyes sparkled with an innate, bewitching charm.
The other boy, a redhead, followed close behind the two like a lackey. His gaze on the girl was feverish and openly ingratiating.
Ye Feng merely raised his head without thinking, his gaze passing over the girl for an instant.
That brief glance brought down a calamity on his head.
"Hey! You little punk, what are you staring at?"
The red-haired boy slammed his hand on the table and sprang to his feet, glaring at Ye Feng as though someone had set their sights on his most precious treasure.
His sudden shout silenced the entire breakfast stall.
Ye Feng slowly set down his chopsticks, his heart full of exasperation.
He'd been sitting at home, and trouble had fallen from the sky.
From the way they'd addressed one another and their distinctive appearances, he had identified the three almost instantly.
The Spirit Hall Golden Generation!
Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan!
And the one glaring at him was clearly Yan, the hopeless simp who was madly in love with Hu Liena.
"Yan, is something wrong with you? The little guy glanced over by accident. So what?"
Hu Liena shot Yan an annoyed look, then turned back. Her mesmerizing foxlike eyes settled on Ye Feng with interest, and she gave him a playful wink.
At that very moment, a strange, fragrant breeze slipped into his nostrils, and Ye Feng's mind went hazy.
The girl before him seemed to transform into the most beautiful treasure in the world. He couldn't help wanting to get closer, to offer her everything he had.
Damn it! This was mental charm!
The vixen was actually using a dirty trick on an apparently harmless boy like him in a place like this, trying to make him embarrass himself in public! How wicked!
Ye Feng's consciousness teetered on the brink of sinking under her spell. The mental strength he had accumulated over two lifetimes surged forth, and he forcibly held on to the last thread of clarity.
His cheeks flushed faintly and his breathing quickened, but he ultimately withstood the attack. He only looked a little dizzy.
The three of them had been watching for fun, but this made them all a little surprised.
"Huh? Nana, the little runt actually resisted your charm?"
The ever-present smile on Xie Yue's face finally gave way to astonishment.
Yan was stunned too. He had personally seen powerful Soul Ancestors make fools of themselves under Hu Liena's attack. Yet this unremarkable-looking kid had only seemed momentarily dazed.
"Yeah. I run into such an interesting little guy first thing in the morning."
Hu Liena's interest only grew. She stuck out the tip of her tongue and lightly licked her rosy lips, then sauntered toward Ye Feng's table with a seductive, catlike gait.
An even stronger fragrance wafted toward him.
Ye Feng forced down the dizziness in his head and cleared his mind, watching Hu Liena approach warily.
"You're going too far."
His voice came out a little hoarse.
"Hmph, punk. Even if I am, what can you do about it?"
Seeing Ye Feng talk back, Yan sneered in disdain, his fists cracking as he clenched them.
Looking at this hopeless simp, Ye Feng could only feel a pang of pity.
"Little brother, from the look of you, your Soul Power has probably only just reached the Soul Grandmaster level."
Hu Liena stopped in front of Ye Feng's table and looked down at him, her breath as sweet as an orchid's.
"How come I don't remember anyone like you among Spirit City's students?"
Even her casual conversation was laced with mental influence. The slightest lapse in concentration, and she would lead you around by the nose.
No wonder she was a natural-born mental-control Soul Master.
"Sorry, I just arrived in Spirit City. I'm not a student of Spirit Hall."
Ye Feng stood up and took a few Gold Soul Coins from his pocket, setting them on the table.
"If there's nothing else, I've paid for the noodles. I'll be on my way."
With that, he turned and walked off without even looking back.
Huh?
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan all stared at him in bewilderment.
The kid... just left?
When faced with the Golden Generation, and with a disciple of the Spirit Hall Pope showing him favor, shouldn't he have been flattered—or at least uneasy?
What was with this complete disregard?
"Bastard! Did we say you could leave?"
Yan's anger flared, and he roared furiously.
"Let it go, Yan."
Xie Yue held him back and shook his head.
"Picking a fight with a child would only lower our standing."
Hu Liena watched Ye Feng's retreating figure with interest, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she murmured:
"He kept resisting my charm through sheer willpower. He really is an unusual little fellow..."
"Nana, there's no need to care. He's just a strange little kid."
Xie Yue tried to comfort her.
"I was just curious. I didn't expect him to ignore us completely."
Hu Liena spread her hands helplessly, looking as if she had suffered some terrible injustice.
"That brat! He actually dared to slight Nana! If I run into him again, I'll make sure he knows why the flowers are so red!"
Yan clenched both fists and swore through gritted teeth.
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