By the Fourth Time, It Had to Be Some Kind of Weird Fetish!

Qian Renxue struggled desperately on the grass.

Unsurprisingly, the more she struggled, the tighter the bindings became, until even her Sacred Soul Power had been drained dry.

In the end, she gave up resisting entirely and lay sprawled on the ground like a salted fish, staring blankly at the sky without a shred of will to live.

Nan Feng toddled over on his short little legs and plopped down beside her.

Resting his chin in both hands, he tilted his little head and blinked those mismatched eyes, asking in an innocent, curious tone:

"Do you... have some kind of masochistic fetish?"

"Or do you just like being tied up?"

Qian Renxue nearly coughed up blood. She turned her head and glared fiercely at Nan Feng through gritted teeth. "Let. Me. Go!"

Not only did Nan Feng not move, he planted his chin even more firmly in his hands, his face full of confusion. "Let you go? Why?"

"What if I let you go, and you suddenly lose your mind and beg me to tie you up again?"

Nan Feng held up four chubby little fingers and waved them before her eyes, his tone faintly eerie.

"It's already been four times. Big Sis, if you say you don't have some weird little fetish, even a six-year-old like me wouldn't believe you."

Qian Renxue was so embarrassed by his outrageous words that her whole face flushed red, and even her snow-white neck was tinged pink.

She shouted furiously:

"I've figured it out completely! I don't want to be tied up ever again!"

"Hurry up and let me go!"

"No." Nan Feng decisively shook his head. "What if I let you go and you start throwing a tantrum at me again? These little arms and legs of mine can't take it."

He pointed at Qian Renxue's face, which was written all over with grief and indignation. "One look at how worked up you are tells me that if I undo the Spider Silk, you'll definitely make things even worse for me."

"Forget it. To be safe, you should keep lying there. The grass is pretty soft, so just consider it getting close to nature."

With that, Nan Feng brushed the grass clippings off his bottom, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Seeing Nan Feng's resolute back, Qian Renxue truly panicked.

Her eyes instantly reddened, moisture welling up within them. Her once-proud and haughty tone softened completely, even carrying a trace of pleading.

"Um... I admit defeat, okay?"

"Can you let me go? I promise, I absolutely, absolutely won't torment you anymore..."

Nan Feng stopped.

He turned back to look at Qian Renxue, who was gazing at him eagerly. After pausing for two seconds, he sighed. "You said it."

He walked over and casually snapped his fingers.

The translucent Spider Silk wrapped around Qian Renxue instantly turned into specks of light and dispersed into the air.

This time, having regained her freedom, Qian Renxue truly did not make another fuss.

She obediently sat up from the ground, rubbing the red marks on her wrists while quietly watching Nan Feng.

More precisely, she was looking at Nan Feng's unusual eyes.

His left eye was deep purple, while his right was dark green.

Under the sunlight, those clear eyes resembled the purest emerald and amethyst—deep, mysterious, and unexpectedly beautiful.

"What are you looking at?" Nan Feng grew a little creeped out by her stare and touched his face in confusion. "Did flowers grow on my face?"

Qian Renxue's face reddened slightly as she awkwardly looked away. "Your eyes... are beautiful. But why are they that color?"

On Douluo Continent, because of Martial Souls, many people had eyes, hair colors, or even appearances different from ordinary people.

Take herself, for instance. Due to the influence of her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, her eyes were a pure, brilliant gold.

Her mother, Bibi Dong, also had deep dark-purple eyes due to her Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul, though they would turn red when she was enraged.

But this was the first time she had seen someone with eyes of such completely different yet pure colors.

"Probably a Martial Soul mutation." Nan Feng casually made up an excuse. "They've been this color ever since I awakened my Martial Soul."

"Anyway, do you need something else?"

Nan Feng clapped his little hands. "If not, I'm heading back."

Qian Renxue froze and instinctively asked, "Heading back? Where?"

"To cultivate."

Nan Feng answered as if it were only natural. "Big Sis told me to cultivate with her. We both have Spider Emperor Martial Souls, and her Mimicry Training Ground is also very helpful for my cultivation."

For no apparent reason, a trace of envy rose in Qian Renxue's heart. She bit her lower lip and suddenly suggested, "Um... can you let me see your Martial Soul?"

"You still haven't released your Martial Soul, have you?"

Nan Feng shook his head and firmly refused. "My Martial Soul isn't pretty. It's scary, so don't look."

"It's fine, I'm not afraid!" Qian Renxue hurriedly patted her chest in assurance. "I've seen Mother's Spider Emperor Martial Soul. I'm not scared!"

"My Spider Emperor Martial Soul is even scarier than hers, so forget it."

Nan Feng waved a hand. "If you don't need anything, go back. Bye."

With that, Nan Feng turned around and walked briskly toward the Mimicry Cultivation Courtyard where Bibi Dong was.

Nan Feng walked at an unhurried pace as he returned to the gloomy little courtyard covered in poisonous insects and spiderwebs.

Sensing the movement, Bibi Dong, who was sitting cross-legged at the center of the array, slowly opened her eyes. A trace of shock still lingered in her deep-purple gaze.

"How does it feel?" Nan Feng walked over and sat down before her.

"The results are indeed very good."

Bibi Dong nodded, her eyes fixed on the three pendulums on the ground. "But how exactly did you make this auxiliary Soul Tool? Can more be made?"

If Spirit Hall could equip batches of these things, its overall strength would surely experience a terrifying leap!

"Don't even think about it." Nan Feng shook his head. "The raw materials for this thing are far too rare. They're nothing like the ordinary scrap metal outside. Besides, I only barely managed to make this after breaking through to Titled Douluo."

Bibi Dong was taken aback, her face full of surprise. "Does making this require a certain level of cultivation?"

"Of course." Nan Feng rolled his eyes. "What do you think carving Soul Guidance Arrays is? Do you just swing a little hammer around and bang away like an artisan making a statue?"

"You need to use finely controlled Soul Power to micro-engrave it bit by bit!"

Nan Feng raised a finger and began explaining in all seriousness:

"First come the raw materials. The metals used to make Soul Tools must be excellent conductors of Soul Power, such as top-grade rare metals like Mithril and Adamantine."

"Once you have the medium, you need to carve a Soul Gathering Array onto the metal's surface with Soul Power to absorb and store ambient Soul Power. Then comes the Conversion Array, which converts Soul Power into specific effects. Finally, you need a Guidance Array to precisely control the direction and intensity of the output."

"The more complex and precise the array diagram, the more the difficulty of making the Soul Tool increases geometrically, and the higher the demands on the maker's cultivation and spiritual power become."

"Also, if even the slightest mistake occurs while carving the Soul Guidance Circuit, the entire piece of rare metal is ruined. There's no such thing as fixing it up and continuing to use it."

"So the failure rate of this thing is absurdly high."

Nan Feng pointed at the ground. "And the Soul Tool I made is even more complex. The three you see before you only took shape after I improved them through who knows how many hundreds of versions and poured in countless materials. They're top-tier goods that can even assist a Peak Douluo in cultivation."

Bibi Dong listened with great amazement. "Can these things actually be made at different grades?"

Nan Feng sighed helplessly, a lonely look of it's lonely at the top in his eyes as he looked at Bibi Dong.

"Little Dongdong, you don't understand Soul Tools. That's why you simply can't comprehend how incredible this world-shaking masterpiece of mine truly is."

Bibi Dong's eye twitched hard.

Under normal circumstances, if it had been anything else—even something related to cultivation—she might have snapped back at him.

But she truly did not understand Soul Tools, and her curiosity had genuinely been thoroughly piqued.