What do you mean my soul bone has four skills?!

With a roar, those magnificent, crystal-like cyan-blue Snow Wind Ice Wings suddenly unfurled!

The next moment, the power of the hurricane surging within them was abruptly mobilized!

The left wing turned cyan-green, the right wing transformed into a deep azure, and both erupted with brilliant radiance simultaneously!

One side brimming with the power of the hurricane, the other containing the fury of frost—two distinct yet complementary ultimate elements intertwined...

In the next instant, a cyan-blue spiral beam of light, even more dazzling than the aurora, whistled out with a boom!

Caught in the Four-Eyed Demon Fox's gaze of terror, astonishment, and bewilderment, the beam struck its body in an instant!

Without the slightest resistance, in a single heartbeat, the Four-Eyed Demon Fox was swallowed whole by this beautiful yet lethally dangerous pillar of light...

After consuming the Four-Eyed Demon Fox, the cyan-blue beam did not pause; instead, it slanted upward and shot off into the boundless azure sky.

Leaving behind only trails of light in mid-air that scattered like falling auroras before fading away, it vanished without a trace.

And what of the Four-Eyed Demon Fox?

By the time the Light of the Polar Night disappeared at the edge of the horizon, its body had long since vanished into nothingness.

All that remained in its place was a small pile of glittering, crystal-like ice powder, and...

A pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring.

Having watched this entire scene, Ning Yurong, held in Xue Mingqing's arms, had her delicate little mouth hanging open, unable to close it.

Wh-what just happened?

Wasn't it a life-or-death crisis just a moment ago?

How did he manage a counter-kill so suddenly?

This didn't make any sense, did it?

With her face full of shock and incomprehension, Ning Yurong turned to look at Xue Mingqing.

She spoke, "Xue Mingqing, you...?"

However, the moment the words left her lips, Xue Mingqing—who had been so incredibly powerful just moments before—went limp while still holding her.

His vision went black, and he collapsed directly into Ning Yurong's arms.

Xue Mingqing fainted in Ning Yurong's embrace. Following his collapse, that beautiful External Spirit Bone, the Snow Wind Ice Wings, shattered in an instant—dissolving into a sky full of cyan-blue light spots that returned to Xue Mingqing's body.

Seeing this, Ning Yurong hurriedly caught Xue Mingqing, her beautiful face, which possessed an ethereal, spiritual aura, looking down at him calmly.

Her earlobes, however, were burning slightly...

Simply because... the position where Xue Mingqing had fallen into her arms was a bit...

Coughing awkwardly twice, Ning Yurong adjusted Xue Mingqing's position in her arms.

Holding him, she slowly sat down on the ground.

Having survived the trials and tribulations, she finally dared to let out a sigh of relief.

With a soft, orchid-scented sigh, she gazed at Xue Mingqing, who lay unconscious in her arms.

Ning Yurong gently extended her slender, jade-white fingers to trace the contours of Xue Mingqing's brows and eyes.

Her pair of crimson eyes were filled with gratitude, curiosity, and...

Something else that was hard to define.

"Xue Mingqing."

She repeated his name, syllable by syllable. Watching the sleeping boy in her arms, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upward.

"Just what kind of monstrous genius... are you...?"

Murmuring to herself, Ning Yurong fell silent, simply watching him quietly.

She knelt there on the dirt path, holding the boy in her arms, letting the falling snow drift down upon them both.

Suddenly, the movement of Ning Yurong's jade fingers tracing his brows paused, as if she had sensed something—

Her crimson gaze slowly shifted toward the ice powder left behind by the Four-Eyed Demon Fox...

There seemed to be something inside...

After a moment of silence, she reached out to brush away the cold powder. When she saw what lay beneath, her brows arched in surprise!

It was a spirit bone, crystal clear like a precious jade, a right arm bone that radiated a lethal attraction to any spirit master.

Narrowing her eyes, Ning Yurong reached out and picked it up.

Just at that moment—the voices of Wang Chao and the others rang out from the distance of the dirt path!

"Quick! I see the Young Master! They're over there!"

Hearing the voices, Ning Yurong's delicate body shuddered, and she instinctively tucked the spirit bone into her own storage spirit tool...

Within the Sea of Consciousness.

Xue Mingqing lay in his own mental space, his face full of the relief and excitement of one who had narrowly escaped death.

"Damn, I really thought you were unreliable and about to blow everything up, Teacher."

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang, who was sitting cross-legged beside Xue Mingqing, raised a sword-like eyebrow.

"And now?"

Xue Mingqing gave a thumbs-up and chuckled.

"You're the real MVP, Teacher. I'm just a scrub getting carried."

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang couldn't help but laugh. He raised a finger that had become somewhat translucent and flicked Xue Mingqing on the forehead.

"That's for doubting me, brat. Consider it a penalty!"

Struck by this "heavy blow," Xue Mingqing jolted and clutched his forehead.

"Ouch, ouch... it hurts, it hurts! Teacher, don't break me. I don't care, you have to pay my medical bills."

Raising an eyebrow, Feng Qingyang chuckled.

"What do you want?"

Seeing Feng Qingyang play along with his game, Xue Mingqing's dark eyes darted around.

A flash of youthful cunning appeared on his face.

"I think those runes you gave me are pretty good. Give me another hundred or so, and I might reluctantly forgive you."

As his voice trailed off, Xue Mingqing blinked his eyes and stared fixedly at Feng Qingyang.

And Feng Qingyang?

He froze for a moment, as if he hadn't quite processed it.

Once he did—

"Hahahaha, a hundred or so?! Do you think they're snacks? Do you want me to let you experience the Hurricane Twenty-Seven Swords to satisfy your craving?"

Watching Feng Qingyang huff and puff in feigned anger, Xue Mingqing shook his head and smiled.

His voice turned gentle and steady once more.

"Alright, I'm just kidding, Teacher. Your soul form, are you alright?"

Raising an eyebrow with a faint smile, Feng Qingyang could naturally tell that Xue Mingqing was joking.

The reason he had acted so agitated was simply to play along with him.

With a light chuckle, Feng Qingyang waved his hand.

"Same as always. I'm not dying."

"It's just that I won't be able to take action for a long time to come."

Hearing this, Xue Mingqing nodded. This was within his expectations, after all.

Feng Qingyang had been in a deep sleep for a month and hadn't even been awake for a week yet.

But look at what he had done?

First, he helped with the Hurricane Body Tempering, and then he assisted in killing a powerful enemy.

It would be strange if Feng Qingyang still had energy to spare.

Sighing, Xue Mingqing turned to ask about another doubt weighing on his mind.

"Teacher, what exactly is this External Spirit Bone on my back...?"

He had already tested it; the attributes of this External Spirit Bone were simply heaven-defying. It had three passive effects alone!

Speed boost, Ultimate Ice, and Ultimate Wind!

Beyond those three passives, it even had an active skill—Light of the Polar Night.

A spirit bone with one spirit skill and three passives? Xue Mingqing had never heard of such a thing in his life.

Is this even a spirit bone?

This is practically a god-bone!

Hearing Xue Mingqing's confusion, Feng Qingyang explained.

"I used a fragment of my soul as a seed to implant it into your body, using your own bloodline and spirit power as nourishment to grow this spirit bone. How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I? Is this a great opportunity or what?"

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow with a proud expression.

Seeing this, Xue Mingqing didn't use any flowery language; he simply raised his hand and gave Feng Qingyang a thumbs-up.

"You really are something!"

As everyone knows, the greatest form of recognition between men is a thumbs-up and a "you're something." That was exactly what Xue Mingqing was doing now.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang gave a wistful laugh.

"Hahahaha... alright, don't you worry too much, kid."

"The power I injected into your spirit bone should be enough for you to launch that attack one more time."

"After that, you'll have to rely on yourself."