The Most Passive Time

"My conditions are simple, or rather, there is only one main point," Lin Feng said slowly. "First, I will consume your Golden Crow True Fire, purify it, and then feed the refined essence back to you. This process will not damage your source fire; on the contrary, it will help your True Fire advance even further."

He paused, looking straight at Wu Ming: "And my condition is that in the future, I will establish a sect centered on fire-attribute soul masters. When that time comes, I will need to invite you to serve as an elder in the Enshrinement Hall."

"A sect?" Wu Ming raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, and nodded decisively. "As long as it isn't some evil cult and doesn't violate my principles, I can agree."

"You can rest assured on that, Senior Sister," Lin Feng said with a firm tone. "The sect I intend to build will stand upright under the sun; it will never engage in those dark and sordid deeds."

"Hmm, that would be best." Wu Ming was clearly satisfied with this answer, and her expression softened.

"Then, before we begin, I need a bit of your blood as a primer." As Lin Feng spoke, he took out a small, transparent crystal vial and handed it over.

Wu Ming did not hesitate in the slightest. She took the vial, condensed her soul power at her fingertips, and made a clean, swift cut across her palm.

Bright red blood immediately welled up, carrying faint golden specks of light, and the small vial was filled in no time.

She handed the vial back without changing her expression.

"Let's begin right here."

Lin Feng put away the blood vial and took a step forward. Beneath his feet, the Mystic Ice Spirit Flame spread silently, rapidly condensing into a wide, solid path of ice that extended straight toward the distant surface of Sea God Lake.

At the same time, a majestic aura, far exceeding that of an ordinary Soul Ancestor, rose from Lin Feng's body.

One yellow, one purple, and then, immediately following, two soul rings as deep and dark as ink...

A four-ringed Soul Ancestor, and with the terrifying configuration of two ten-thousand-year soul rings!

"You look no older than twelve or thirteen, yet you are already a four-ringed Soul Ancestor, and you possess two ten-thousand-year soul rings?!"

Wu Ming had seen many prodigies in the Inner Court, but at this moment, she couldn't help but cover her mouth in exclamation, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

She then suddenly realized: "I remember now... your name, you are that personal disciple Dean Yan recently took in!"

Previously, Wu Ming had only vaguely heard rumors and hadn't paid much attention, but seeing this terrifying soul ring configuration with her own eyes, combined with the special abilities Lin Feng had revealed, everything suddenly dawned on her.

The seemingly refined and gentle youth before her likely possessed strength and secrets far beyond her initial imagination...

"Senior Sister is prone to forgetting, it's no big deal."

"I'll remember from now on."

Once they finished speaking, there was no more polite chatter. Within moments, the two of them were already on the distant surface of Sea God Lake.

The surrounding lake water was deep and tranquil. As always, the vast water vapor and pure heaven and earth energy permeated the air here, and it was secluded enough—the perfect place for the dangerous and important attempt that was to follow.

Lin Feng moved his mind, and the forest-white, biting Mystic Ice Spirit Flame surged from his palm, silently seeping into the deep lake water below.

"Crack, crackle..."

A subtle, teeth-grinding sound of freezing came from beneath the lake surface.

In just a moment, Lin Feng had forcibly hollowed out a spacious ice cave several meters below the water.

The ice walls were crystalline, glowing with a faint blue light, and the entrance was smooth, leading down into that quiet, deep-blue space.

Wu Ming peered into the deep entrance, then turned her head, her golden eyes glancing at Lin Feng with a playful, knowing look, the corners of her lips curling into an amused arc: "Junior Brother went to the trouble of building such an ice house... could it be that you want to hide a beauty in a golden house? Or perhaps you're just saving money on a hotel?"

"How could my humble, cold room hide a beauty as bright and radiant as you, Senior Sister? As for money, I'm not lacking, but this 'ice and fire' environment makes it easier to avoid mishaps during cultivation." Lin Feng replied with a mischievous grin.

"Haha," Wu Ming was amused. She leaned in a small step closer, whispering into Lin Feng's ear with a provocative breath, "That's hard to say. After all... I am becoming more and more satisfied with you, Junior Brother."

Lin Feng maintained his smile, but in his heart, he had figured it out.

It seemed the "Saintess" in "Golden Crow Saintess" should probably be replaced with the "leftover" of an older spinster.

This proactive and straightforward manner of speaking was, at the very least... quite charming in its own way.

The two descended into the ice cave.

The space was even more spacious than expected, and the ice walls radiated a soft, deep-blue halo, filtering the daylight from the bottom of the lake into a hazy hue.

Without any preamble, Wu Ming moved her mind and released her martial soul.

The standard six-ringed Soul Emperor configuration—two yellow, two purple, two black—appeared on her body.

Immediately after, a pair of dazzling golden wings unfolded behind her, and the scorching Golden Crow True Fire swirled around her entire body like flowing molten gold.

High temperatures swept through, and the simple clothing she wore was instantly reduced to ash under the terrifying flames.

Lin Feng's breath hitched.

Going this far? This Senior Sister's style was even more... unconstrained than he had anticipated.

His gaze was fixed, and he subconsciously swallowed hard.

Wu Ming's golden hair was draped over her shoulders, framing a beautiful face that was both bright and heroic.

Below her slender neck were breathtaking, undulating curves, and her skin, illuminated by the interplay of her own golden flames and the deep-blue glow of the ice walls, looked like a golden work of art meticulously carved to perfection in every proportion—dazzling enough that one dared not stare, yet unable to look away.

"Junior Brother, haven't you seen enough on the shore?" Wu Ming seemed quite satisfied with his reaction; far from being annoyed, she chuckled, her voice carrying an undisguised sense of urging and provocation. "Come quickly and consume my True Fire. I can't wait to see what kind of surprises you can bring me."

"Senior Sister, then... excuse me." Lin Feng steadied himself, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and walked a few steps toward her until only a single step remained between them, close enough to feel the vastly different temperatures radiating from each other.

He composed his mind and silently began to circulate the Flame Mantra, attempting to guide the pure and domineering Golden Crow True Fire that enveloped her.

"Being so polite and formal isn't really to my taste, Junior Brother." Seeing him so cautious, even somewhat flustered, Wu Ming suddenly gave a wicked smile.

Wu Ming actually took the initiative to reach out with her slender hand, grabbing Lin Feng's somewhat bewildered wrist, and then, without a word of protest, pulled him in to wrap his arms around her willow waist.

The moment their skin touched, Lin Feng felt an astonishingly supple and scalding heat radiate from her palm...

"That's more like it," Wu Ming felt his palm instantly stiffen and his body temperature soar. With a cunning look of triumph, she lowered her head and breathed softly into his ear, "Relax, Senior Sister isn't really going to eat you... at least, there's no rush to eat you right now."

She slowly lowered herself... Inside the ice cavern, the aura of extreme cold and extreme heat began to collide and merge.

Time slipped away in silence.

One hour, two hours...

"Huu—"

Lin Feng exhaled a long breath of scorching, turbid air, lying on the ice drenched in sweat.

Wu Ming, meanwhile, had already changed into a clean and crisp new set of clothes. Her golden hair was tied back up, and she looked radiant and refreshed.

She looked down at the prostrate Lin Feng, a wicked, charming smile curling the corners of her lips.

"Junior Brother, your performance wasn't bad at all." Her tone was light, carrying undisguised satisfaction, "After these few rounds, my soul power has increased by two levels, and even my source true fire has become more refined. This method of yours is truly formidable."

"As long as Senior Sister has improved, that's all that matters." Lin Feng replied weakly. This was likely the most passive special cultivation session he had ever experienced.

His own gains were equally astonishing; he had successfully devoured and condensed the source of the Golden Crow True Fire, and his Fire Lotus Martial Soul had successfully absorbed its fifth Soul Ring, officially stepping into the Soul King realm with his soul power reaching level fifty-three...