Yu Feiyan's Transformation! The Art of Language!

Ying Chengfeng looked toward the four people opposite him.

He tilted his head, his tone indifferent: "Skywater Elementary... Soul Master Academy?"

The woman said proudly: "Skywater City Elementary Soul Master Academy. I am a teacher at the academy, a level 43 Soul Ancestor."

Having said that, the woman displayed her power directly.

Two yellow and two purple soul rings appeared.

Seeing this, Yu Feiyan, who had been preparing to kill the mysterious soul beast, also halted her movements.

"Ignore her, kill the soul beast and absorb the soul ring," Ying Chengfeng said to Yu Feiyan.

Afterward, he looked at Qian Renxue, who was already prepared for battle.

Ying Chengfeng raised his hand to rub her head, whispering: "You don't need to reveal your Martial Soul, leave it to me."

With that, Ying Chengfeng finally revealed his soul rings.

Two purple soul rings appeared, looking exceptionally striking against the snow.

Ying Chengfeng looked at the woman, his tone icy:

"Don't say you're a teacher from an elementary academy; even if you were the dean of the Skywater Advanced Academy, the result would be the same here."

"I'll give you one chance: leave immediately. Otherwise, die!"

Hearing this, the woman's expression turned incredibly ugly.

She, a dignified four-ring Soul Ancestor, was actually being threatened by a Soul Grand Master?!

"Arrogant junior, tell me who your elders are," the woman said, forcing herself to maintain her momentum.

She was panicking now, too.

A Soul Grand Master with two purple soul rings—what kind of heaven-defying genius must he be?

Could the background of such a genius be simple?

If nothing else, someone must have helped him obtain those two purple soul rings, right?

And the boy's elders might even be nearby.

The woman felt bitter inside; she had originally wanted to use the reputation of Skywater Academy to bluff the other party.

As it turned out, the other party didn't even care about the Skywater Advanced Academy.

This wasn't just kicking an iron plate; this was kicking a steel plate!

Behind the woman, a nine-year-old girl pulled on an even smaller girl and said:

"Sister Xuewu, didn't the teacher say that a Soul Master's first soul ring can only be a hundred-year yellow one?"

"What's going on with that boy over there?"

The little girl called Xuewu shook her head and said: "I don't know, don't ask me."

She stared intently at Ying Chengfeng, her eyes filled with curiosity, as if she wanted to carve his image into her mind.

Ying Chengfeng also noticed Xuewu, whose eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry, but he only glanced at her once before looking back at the woman.

"Well, are you leaving or not? You aren't qualified to know the names of my elders."

The woman trembled with rage, her chest heaving as she gritted her teeth and said: "I won't lower myself to the level of a child."

Having said that, the woman called the three little girls to leave.

The one called Xuewu looked back every few steps until they had completely departed.

"Now no one will disturb us," Ying Chengfeng said, refocusing his attention on Yu Feiyan.

Yu Feiyan didn't delay any longer, striking with her blade.

A yellow soul ring emerged.

Ying Chengfeng guided her from the side: "Release your soul power to lead the soul ring, just like the way you used soul power to irrigate the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower."

Yu Feiyan sat cross-legged and began to draw in the soul ring.

A surge of extreme cold energy rampaged through her body.

However, this level of cold was nothing compared to the time in the Herb Garden half a month ago.

That time, Ying Chengfeng had used a weakened version of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to reshape her meridians and alter her Martial Soul.

Now, it seemed this mysterious soul beast's ring didn't put too much pressure on her.

Suddenly, the purple-red flames within her body rose up, interacting with the icy energy of the soul ring.

A Small Yin-Yang Formation Diagram began to form inside her.

The two forces gradually merged into a more miraculous form of soul power.

Yu Feiyan felt the changes within herself and silently named this power: Yin-Yang Attribute.

It was neither ice nor fire, but Yin-Yang. It lacked the chill of ice and the scorching heat of fire.

Yet, it possessed the rhythm of life and the solitude of death.

Yin and Yang combined, transforming into a rhythmic power of death.

At this moment, the Ghost Fire fully revived.

Yu Feiyan merged completely with her Martial Soul, the Ghost Fire.

A faint layer of mist appeared around her body.

It was a pale purplish-red, resembling smoke.

Pale purplish-red smoke.

Just like her name: Feiyan, crimson smoke.

At this time, Yu Feiyan's condition underwent another change.

Her fingernails grew significantly, reaching over four centimeters in length, giving off an incredibly sharp sensation.

Ying Chengfeng stared intently at these nails, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

"As expected, an External Soul Bone!"

If one wants a Soul Beast to possess overwhelming combat power, an External Soul Bone is the best choice.

It is just that External Soul Bones are rarer than any other type of soul bone.

Yet, Ying Chengfeng was still able to discern the clues of the mysterious Soul Beast at a glance.

Indeed, the sharp claws of this mysterious Soul Beast had the potential to become an External Soul Bone.

However, Yu Feiyan had not obtained a complete External Soul Bone.

But that was not a major issue; External Soul Bones can grow alongside the Soul Master.

Whether an External Soul Bone is suitable for oneself is what matters most.

Her fingernails had turned a pale red, embellished with tiny specks of purple.

Another hour passed.

Only then did Yu Feiyan slowly open her eyes.

As she stood up, Ying Chengfeng asked, "How do you feel?"

Yu Feiyan sensed her own state for a moment and replied, "I feel more in sync with my Martial Soul, and my fingers have become tougher, while my nails have become much sharper."

Ying Chengfeng nodded and asked again, "Anything else?"

"Is there supposed to be anything else?" Yu Feiyan asked, puzzled.

"Besides being more in sync with your Martial Soul and gaining an External Soul Bone, that's... it?" Ying Chengfeng asked, stunned.

"Oh." Yu Feiyan recalled something; her figure flickered, and a faint crimson mist appeared where she had been standing.

Then, Yu Feiyan appeared directly behind Ying Chengfeng.

Ying Chengfeng turned around immediately and, sure enough, saw Yu Feiyan.

"Teleportation?" Ying Chengfeng frowned slightly.

He had not activated his Wind Domain, nor did he understand how Yu Feiyan had arrived behind him.

"It's not teleportation; my body passed through yours to reach your back," Yu Feiyan said, lowering her head.

"A Soul Skill?" Ying Chengfeng was taken aback; he hadn't seen Yu Feiyan activate any soul rings.

Could it be... a Self-Created Soul Skill?

That shouldn't be possible, right?

Yu Feiyan answered at this moment, "I don't know if it counts as a Soul Skill. I feel more in sync with my Martial Soul; I can briefly enter an illusory state and then, through speed, quickly pass through your body."

Hearing this, Ying Chengfeng became thoughtful and said, "Is that so... then just try to improve the synchronization between yourself and your Martial Soul in the future; the Soul Skill is not important."

"Mm-hmm~" Yu Feiyan flashed a sweet, obedient smile and nodded vigorously.

However, seeing this smile, Ying Chengfeng couldn't help but feel that things were not that simple.

A day later, they returned to the place where they had originally built their house.

Her mother, Ji Qingyi, had already returned.

Seeing Ying Chengfeng and the others, Ji Qingyi first let out a sigh of relief, then glared at Ying Chengfeng with an expression of anger.

"What did I tell you before I left?" Ji Qingyi's tone lacked its usual gentleness and carried a hint of severity.

Ying Chengfeng immediately lowered his head and cast his eyes downward, completing the sequence of actions in an instant, then said:

"We encountered a Soul Beast."

Upon hearing this, Ji Qingyi's expression immediately turned to one of worry; she stepped forward, grabbed Ying Chengfeng's arm, and began to check him carefully.

Finding no injuries, she asked, "Running away when you encounter a Soul Beast is the right thing to do."

"Mm-hmm." Ying Chengfeng nodded repeatedly.

Standing to the side, Qian Renxue and Yu Feiyan were both shocked.

They had indeed encountered a Soul Beast, but that was only after they had gone out.

At this moment, they truly experienced the art of language.