The Five Senses Connected, Ning Rongrong's Shame and Anger

She was about to speak when she saw Ji Feng looking at Tang San with a half-smile.

"Tang San, giving advice to someone again?"

Tang San's expression remained unchanged. "I was merely offering Ning Rongrong a suggestion."

Ji Feng ignored him.

People like Tang San were hypocritical to the core.

Just as she was about to say something, a deep, resonant shout suddenly exploded.

"Ji Feng!"

The sound waves rolled, carrying a sense of oppression.

Yu Xiaogang strode over, his face as dark as water.

He directly blocked Ning Rongrong and locked his gaze onto Ji Feng.

"If you don't leave soon, I will destroy you at all costs!"

His voice was resolute.

This arrogant brat, I've wanted to deal with him for a long time!

Ji Feng smiled.

His smile was light and faint, yet it sent a chill down Yu Xiaogang's spine.

Gangzi, as arrogant and ignorant as ever.

"Destroy me?"

Ji Feng's gaze swept past Yu Xiaogang and landed on Ning Rongrong.

"You still haven't said what we're betting."

Ning Rongrong felt a prickle of unease under his gaze.

But her spoiled young lady's temper instantly suppressed that flicker of unease.

Am I afraid of you? I'm from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

She lifted her chin, her tone extremely petulant.

"We bet on mental power, do you dare?"

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's mental attributes are extremely strong, this is my advantage!

Ji Feng didn't speak.

He saw through who was behind all this.

Tang San, it's you again.

You're just counting on her spirit-type martial soul, aren't you?

Yu Xiaogang sneered from the side. "What, you don't dare?"

"It's not that I don't dare."

Ji Feng slowly raised his right hand.

Dark light bloomed from his palm, and ancient runes appeared out of thin air.

An illusory figure of the Eastern Emperor slowly solidified behind him.

Wearing a crown, his gaze was like lightning.

Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically.

Tang San's pupils also contracted sharply.

What kind of martial soul is this?!

Ji Feng's voice was as calm as water.

"I was just thinking..."

"If you want to bet on mental power, that's perfect."

The illusory figure of the Eastern Emperor behind him let out a low dragon's roar.

The wind and clouds shifted.

"My second martial soul is called Eastern Emperor Taiyi."

Ning Rongrong's face instantly turned pale.

S-second martial soul?!

Ji Feng looked at her, the corners of his mouth curving upwards.

"I accept your bet."

In the plaza, the wind suddenly stopped.

The Eastern Emperor phantom behind Ji Feng slowly solidified, a faint glow circulating around the crown on his head.

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, flipping open her palm, and a crystal-clear Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda appeared.

Seven-colored light bloomed, enveloping her.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, the number one support spirit in the world!"

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin.

"Ji Feng, what do you have to compare with my mental power?"

My spirit is born with powerful mental strength, how can you win?

She pointed a finger, activating her first spirit ability, and a seven-colored beam of light shot towards Ji Feng.

Ji Feng's expression was calm, and he slightly raised his right hand.

First spirit ability, Solar Eclipse Rite.

Dark light surged out like a tide, colliding with the seven-colored beam.

Boom!

The moment the two forces collided, the seven-colored beam rapidly dissolved as if being swallowed.

Ning Rongrong's pupils contracted.

"How is this possible!"

She gritted her teeth and activated her second spirit ability, the glazed pagoda's light intensified, and her mental power condensed into thousands of light needles.

They poured down like a torrential rain.

Ji Feng didn't even look at the light needles, casually waving his left hand.

Second spirit ability, Radiant Dragon Candle Omen.

The Eastern Emperor phantom behind him opened its eyes, and a Radiant Dragon phantom roared out.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, and the light needles shattered like paper in front of the dragon's shadow.

Ning Rongrong retreated three steps, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

My mental power attacks... all broken?

"No, it's not over yet!"

She bit her lip, fully activating her fourth spirit ability, and runes lit up on every level of the glazed pagoda.

Mental power surged like a tsunami, pressing down on Ji Feng.

Ji Feng raised his eyelids and glanced.

"That's about enough."

He gave up the idea of continuing to deal with her using his first and second spirit abilities.

He slowly clenched his right hand, and the Eastern Emperor phantom behind him suddenly expanded.

Third spirit ability, Fallen God Contract.

The next second, a thick black mist exploded from Ji Feng's body.

The black mist, like a living thing, pounced on Ning Rongrong, its speed so fast that she had no time to react.

It instantly enveloped her entire body.

Ning Rongrong's vision went black, and her body was tightly bound by a cold and strange power.

It was like countless invisible chains binding her in place.

She couldn't move.

"What's going on... I... I can't move!"

She desperately tried to activate her spirit power, but the black mist tightened its grip.

What terrified her even more was that the black mist seemed to be outlining her form, from her shoulders to her waist, every inch was clearly perceived.

Ji Feng's lips slowly curved upwards.

Through the perception of the black mist, he clearly saw the outline of Ning Rongrong's body.

Exquisite and well-proportioned, with distinct curves.

"The interest, I'll collect it myself."

He raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread.

The black mist condensed into a semi-transparent hand shape, slowly reaching towards the restrained Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, "What are you doing!?"

Before she could finish speaking, the hand formed by the black mist directly landed on her left chest.

Her five senses were connected.

A spirit master's spirit power is linked to their five senses; being grasped by the spirit, it was equivalent to being truly grasped by that hand.

Ning Rongrong's mind went blank for a moment.

Her body froze.

A clear, burning pressure came from her chest, like a real palm unceremoniously gripping that soft flesh.

The hand even tightened slightly.

She felt her heart stop beating.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Then, Ning Rongrong's face instantly flushed, red as if it could bleed.

"You!!! You bastard!"

She screamed with all her might, her voice sharp enough to pierce the heavens.

She tried to struggle, but the black energy held her firmly in place, the more she tried to break free, the tighter she was held.

The hand remained steadily covering her, neither too tight nor too loose.

Outside the plaza.

Zhu Zhuqing had just walked out of the dormitory building and stopped.

Her cool eyes widened slightly, a flicker of disbelief flashing in them.

That's... Ning Rongrong?

Grabbed there by Ji Feng's spirit?

She pursed her lips, her expressionless gaze shifting away, but the roots of her ears turned slightly red.

In the center of the plaza, the battle had ended.

Ning Rongrong was firmly held by the vortex formed by the black energy, suspended in mid-air.

The large hand still covered her chest, unashamedly.

Her eyes were filled with tears, not from pain, but from shame, rage, and disbelief.

"Let go of me!"

She roared, her voice hoarse.

Ning Rongrong trembled all over, the sense of humiliation burning her pride like a flame.

She, the esteemed young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, who had ever dared to touch her even a finger since childhood?

How could I possibly lose?!

Outside the plaza.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, his lips trembling.

"What kind of spirit is this?!"

He looked at the thick black energy, his mind racing, but all his knowledge could not explain what he was seeing.

This was the first time he had seen such mental power... and it was so dominant!