Imitating Handwriting, Returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

"Impossible!"

He blurted out, his voice hoarse.

"This completely exceeds my Ten Core Competition Theories of Soul Masters!"

My theories are perfect, how could they not explain this martial soul?!

Tang San stood to the side, his expression even more grim.

His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, the muscles around his eyes twitching slightly.

Didn't Ji Feng only have one martial soul before?

How could he also possess Twin Martial Souls? Just like me?

And... this seems to be a spirit-type martial soul too!

A wave of indescribable jealousy surged into Tang San's heart.

He had Twin Martial Souls, possessing the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass, and had always been proud of it.

But now, Ji Feng had also revealed Twin Martial Souls, and this new martial soul was bizarre and unpredictable, something even he couldn't see through.

Why should he have such a fortunate encounter!

Ji Feng spoke indifferently, "Ning Rongrong, you lost."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the square heard it clearly.

Ning Rongrong trembled, finally snapping back to reality.

The large hand formed of black energy was still covering her chest, warm and powerful.

She shouted with all her might.

"I concede! I concede! Let go of me!!"

Her voice was laced with sobs.

Ji Feng loosened his grip, and the black energy dissipated.

Ning Rongrong fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Her face had already turned red all the way to her ears.

Ji Feng looked at Ning Rongrong, his expression calm.

She had indeed gone back on her word again.

"This round doesn't count!"

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin, speaking righteously.

Tang San stepped forward, his expression calm.

Yu Xiaogang also spoke, his tone steady.

The two of them sang in harmony, clearly intending to show favoritism.

Ji Feng didn't argue.

He smiled.

That kind of smile was like a cat observing a struggling mouse.

No rush.

The real show had only just begun.

He turned and left, his back appearing carefree.

Behind him, Ning Rongrong was still stomping her feet and shouting.

Ji Feng returned to his residence.

A simple wooden hut, sparsely furnished.

He sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

Within his sea of consciousness, two martial souls floated quietly.

To his left, the Hou Yi Bow, its golden light flowing.

The bow's body was inscribed with ancient runes.

It carried the aura of shooting down the sun, domineering and scorching.

To his right, Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

A chaotic, shadowy silhouette, majestic as a deity.

Two martial souls, one offensive and one defensive.

He opened his eyes, a curve forming at the corner of his lips.

Soul power flowed slowly within his body.

Level 80 Soul Douluo.

Three spirit rings.

Four spirit rings away, still one short.

This configuration, at this stage, could be considered top-tier.

But it wasn't enough.

Ning Rongrong's image surfaced in Ji Feng's mind.

Spoiled, willful, capricious.

The Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

A pampered princess.

Did she think no one in this world could handle her?

Ji Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the bed frame.

Ye Lingling.

That name floated into his mind.

That aloof girl, like an ice mountain snow lotus.

Dressed in an ice-blue long skirt, curvaceous.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, not like a real person.

She spoke very little, like a mute.

She was frosty towards everyone.

Only when facing him.

That ice would melt silently.

Her eyes would hold warmth.

Her movements would become soft.

She would even approach him proactively.

She was the most silent presence by his side.

No one would notice her.

No one would guard against her.

But no one knew.

Ye Lingling possessed a skill unknown to others.

She could imitate anyone's handwriting.

Flawlessly, to the point of being indistinguishable from the original.

Ji Feng stood up and pushed the door open.

The night of the Heaven Dou Empire was tranquil and deep.

He arrived outside Ye Lingling's room.

He knocked gently on the door.

The door opened.

Ye Lingling stood at the entrance, her ice-blue eyes looking at him.

Her cold, beautiful face was expressionless.

But her eyelashes trembled slightly.

This was her way of expressing anticipation.

Only Ji Feng could understand it.

"Come in."

Her voice was clear and cold, like jade striking jade.

Ji Feng walked into the room and closed the door casually.

The furnishings in the room were as indifferent as the person herself.

There were no superfluous decorations.

A faint, cold fragrance permeated the air.

She stood there, like an ice sculpture beauty.

The ice-blue long skirt clung to her body.

The neckline was not low.

But the cut of the dress was too good.

Her full chest's curves were vividly outlined.

Perky, rounded, perfectly shaped.

Ji Feng's gaze lingered for only a moment.

"Help me do one thing."

He spoke directly.

Ye Lingling nodded, without any hesitation.

She didn't even ask what it was.

This was her obedience to Ji Feng.

Silent, yet absolute.

Ji Feng took a letter from his embrace.

The paper was yellowed, precisely the special paper of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The contents were already written on it.

"Imitate the handwriting of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi and recopy this letter."

Ye Lingling took the letter.

Her fingers were slender and fair, with distinct joints.

Ji Feng's gaze fell upon her hands.

Those hands would be even more beautiful when holding a brush.

She walked to the table and sat down.

She took out ink and brush, and laid out the letter paper.

Her movements were as elegant as flowing clouds and water.

She leaned forward slightly, and began to write.

Her neckline, due to this movement, revealed a gap.

Ji Feng's standing position was just right to follow that gap.

Beneath the ice-blue fabric.

Her full curves were constrained.

A hint of a deep cleavage was faintly visible.

Her breathing was light.

Her chest rose and fell slowly with her breath.

Those curves rippled slightly with it.

Ji Feng calmly shifted his gaze away.

Ye Lingling wrote quickly.

In just a moment, a new letter was completed.

She looked up and handed the letter to Ji Feng.

Her eyes held a hint of inquiry.

As if asking: Is this okay?

Ji Feng took the letter and looked down.

Perfect.

Exactly the same as Ning Fengzhi's personal letter.

"Very good."

He praised her lightly.

The corners of Ye Lingling's eyes curved slightly.

That was her smile.

Tenderness beneath the ice.

Blooming only for Ji Feng.

She crossed her legs while seated, her skirt covering her knees.

A short A-line skirt revealed her slender calves.

Those legs were long and straight, her skin so fair it seemed to glow.

Ji Feng put the letter away.

"You don't need to be involved in what happens next."

Ye Lingling nodded.

A trace of disappointment flickered in her eyes.

But more than that, there was obedience.

He wouldn't let her take risks.

Shrek Academy.

Ning Rongrong received a letter.

The envelope bore the crest of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

She opened the letter, and her eyes immediately lit up.

Her heart was filled with joy.

"Dad wants me to go back!"

She cheered and jumped up on the spot.

The hem of her short A-line skirt fluttered.

Her legs drew an arc in the air.

The lace and silver thread embroidery on the skirt's hem.

Sparkled in the sunlight.

"He said there's a huge surprise for me!"

She was already guessing.

"Is it something delicious? Or something fun?"

"Could it be newly released gemstone jewelry?"

She had no doubt at all.

That the letter was fake.

Who would doubt it?

The envelope, the paper, the handwriting, the seal.

All were from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Even the tone was exactly like her father's.

Ning Rongrong packed her belongings simply.

She couldn't wait to leave.

"Rongrong, where are you going?"

Oscar caught up from behind.

A solicitous smile on his face.

He was always like this, like a lapdog.

Always around Ning Rongrong.

Begging for attention.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes.

"I'm going back to the sect, don't follow me!"

But Oscar was persistent.

"The journey is long, let me escort you?"

"It'll be a good chance to protect you."