Forging Someone's Handwriting, Returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

"Impossible!"

He blurted out, his voice hoarse.

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

My theories are perfect. How could they fail to explain this Martial Soul?!

Tang San stood to one side, his expression even worse.

His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched faintly.

Hadn't Ji Feng only had one Martial Soul before?

How could he have Twin Martial Souls too? Just like me?

And... this seemed to be a spiritual-type Martial Soul!

A hard-to-name jealousy surged in Tang San's heart.

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

But now Ji Feng had revealed Twin Martial Souls too, and this new Martial Soul was so strange and unfathomable that even he couldn't see through it.

What right did he have to such a stroke of fortune!

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

His voice wasn't loud, yet everyone in the plaza heard him clearly.

Ning Rongrong's body trembled, and she finally came to her senses.

The large hand formed from black mist still covered her chest, warm and firm.

She cried out with all her strength.

"I give up! I give up! Let go of me!!"

Her voice was choked with tears.

Ji Feng loosened his five fingers, and the black mist dissipated.

Ning Rongrong fell to the ground, gasping violently.

Her face had flushed all the way to her ears.

Ji Feng looked at Ning Rongrong, his expression indifferent.

As expected, she was going back on her word again.

"This round doesn't count!"

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin, entirely unabashed.

Tang San stepped forward, his expression calm.

Yu Xiaogang spoke as well, his tone measured.

The two of them played off each other, clearly intent on taking her side.

Ji Feng didn't argue.

He smiled.

That smile was like a cat inspecting a struggling mouse.

No rush.

The real show had only just begun.

He turned and walked away, his bearing carefree.

Behind him, Ning Rongrong was still stomping and shouting.

Ji Feng returned to his lodgings.

It was a humble wooden cabin, simply furnished.

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

Within his sea of consciousness, two Martial Souls floated quietly.

On his left, the Hou Yi Bow shimmered with golden light.

Ancient inscriptions were carved into the bow.

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

On his right was Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

The chaotic-colored phantom was as majestic as a god.

One attacked, the other defended.

He opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving upward.

Soul Power flowed slowly through his body.

Level 80 Soul Douluo.

Three Soul Rings.

He was still one short of four Soul Rings.

At this stage, that setup could be considered top-tier.

But it still wasn't enough.

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

Spoiled, willful, fickle.

The Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

A princess who'd been spoiled rotten.

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

Ji Feng tapped the edge of the bed with one finger.

Ye Lingling.

Her name came to mind.

That aloof girl, as pristine as a snow lotus on an iceberg.

She wore a long, ice-blue dress, her figure full and curvaceous.

Her face was so exquisite she hardly seemed real.

She rarely spoke, almost as if she were mute.

She was cold as frost before everyone.

Except when she was with him.

That layer of ice would melt without a sound.

Warmth would enter her eyes.

Her movements would grow soft.

She might even move closer to him of her own accord.

By his side, she was the quietest presence.

No one paid attention to her.

No one was wary of her.

But no one knew.

Ye Lingling had a skill no one else knew about.

She could copy anyone's handwriting.

Every stroke matched perfectly, enough to fool anyone.

Ji Feng rose and pushed open the door.

Night had fallen over the Heaven Dou Empire, quiet and deep.

He went to Ye Lingling's room.

He knocked gently.

The door opened.

Ye Lingling stood in the doorway, her ice-blue eyes fixed on him.

Her beautiful, cold face showed no expression.

But her eyelashes fluttered faintly.

That was how she showed anticipation.

Only Ji Feng could read it.

"Come in."

Her voice was cool, like jade striking stone.

Ji Feng entered the room and casually shut the door.

The furnishings were as austere as she was.

There wasn't a single unnecessary decoration.

A faint, cool fragrance lingered in the air.

She stood there like a beautiful woman carved from ice.

Her ice-blue dress clung to her figure.

The neckline wasn't cut especially low.

But the garment was so expertly tailored.

It traced the full curve of her chest in exquisite detail.

Full, rounded, and perfectly shaped.

Ji Feng's gaze lingered only for a moment.

"Do something for me."

He got straight to the point.

Ye Lingling nodded without the slightest hesitation.

She didn't even ask what it was.

That was how obedient she was to Ji Feng.

Silent, yet absolute.

Ji Feng took a letter from inside his robes.

The paper was yellowed, the special kind used by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The message had already been written.

"Copy Sect Master Ning Fengzhi's handwriting and rewrite this letter."

Ye Lingling took the paper.

Her fingers were long and fair, her joints clearly defined.

Ji Feng's gaze fell on her hands.

They would look even more beautiful holding a brush.

She went to the desk and sat down.

She took out the ink and brush and laid out a fresh sheet of paper.

Her movements were elegant and effortless.

She leaned forward slightly and began to write.

The movement opened a gap at her neckline.

From where Ji Feng stood, he could look right through it.

Beneath the ice-blue fabric.

Her full curves were held in place.

A glimpse of cleavage appeared and disappeared.

Her breathing was light.

Her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath.

Those curves swayed faintly along with it.

Ji Feng discreetly turned his gaze away.

Ye Lingling wrote quickly.

In just a moment, she had finished a new letter.

She looked up and handed it to Ji Feng.

A trace of inquiry showed in her eyes.

As if asking: Is this all right?

Ji Feng took the letter and glanced down at it.

Perfect.

It was identical to Ning Fengzhi's own handwriting.

"Very good."

He praised her in a casual tone.

The corners of Ye Lingling's eyes curved faintly.

That was her smile.

Tenderness hidden beneath the ice.

Blooming only for Ji Feng.

She sat with her legs crossed, her skirt covering her knees.

Her short A-line skirt revealed her slender calves.

Her legs were long and straight, her skin glowing white.

Ji Feng put the letter away.

"You don't need to get involved in what comes next."

Ye Lingling nodded.

There was a trace of disappointment in her eyes.

But more than that, she was obedient.

He would never let her put herself in danger.

Shrek Academy.

Ning Rongrong received a letter.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's crest was stamped on the envelope.

She opened it, and her eyes immediately lit up.

Her heart brimmed with joy.

"Dad wants me to come home!"

She cheered and jumped on the spot.

The hem of her short A-line skirt fluttered upward.

Her legs traced an arc through the air.

The lace and silver-thread embroidery along the hem

shimmered in the sunlight.

"He says he has the biggest surprise for me!"

She was already guessing what it might be.

"Something delicious? Or something fun?"

"Could it be some brand-new gemstone jewelry?"

She didn't suspect a thing.

That the letter was fake.

Who would have doubted it?

The envelope, paper, handwriting, and seal—

they were all from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Even the tone was exactly like her dad's.

Ning Rongrong packed a few things.

She could hardly wait to set off.

"Rongrong, where are you going?"

Oscar hurried after her from behind.

An eager smile hung on his face.

He was always like that, like a little pug.

He hovered around Ning Rongrong every day,

wagging his tail and begging for scraps.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes.

"I'm going back to the sect. Don't follow me!"

Oscar still wouldn't give up.

"It's a long journey. How about I escort you?"

"I can protect you, too."