Chaotic Hearts

Yu Tianhuang had originally planned to follow the two of them somewhere secluded before approaching them, but Wu Feng exposed him on the spot. He rubbed his nose and said awkwardly, "Ning Tian, there are some things we'd like to ask you."

Nanmen Yun'er nodded right after him. Ning Tian looked at the two of them in confusion, but she still walked beneath a tree by the roadside and asked politely, "What is it?"

Yu Tianhuang looked at Nanmen Yun'er. As Mu Feng's roommate, it would be rather strange for him to ask someone else about Mu Feng's whereabouts, so he nudged Nanmen Yun'er with his elbow.

She spoke up. "Well, we wanted to ask what the class monitor asked you about before. He's seemed pretty busy this past month, but he never told us what he's been busy with."

Hearing that it was about Mu Feng again, Wu Feng said coldly, "I don't know."

Nanmen Yun'er paid no attention to her bad temper and continued looking at Ning Tian.

Ning Tian pondered for a moment before saying, "He asked about matters related to sect management, such as personnel records and finances."

"Just that?" Nanmen Yun'er was somewhat surprised. She could not understand why Mu Feng would ask such questions. She mused to herself, Could Big Brother Mu also come from a sect?

She quickly dismissed the thought. Even if that were true, there was no way an eleven-year-old Mu Feng would be managing a sect.

"I think he definitely has ulterior motives. He's using that as an excuse to get close to Little Tian," Wu Feng offered her opinion. She also could not understand Mu Feng's actions at all. With Ning Tian filling her thoughts, Wu Feng interpreted it as an excuse Mu Feng had made up to approach Ning Tian.

Ning Tian's little face reddened as she chided, "Little Feng! Don't talk nonsense."

Wu Feng snorted, her tone firm. "It has to be that. Little Tian, you need to be careful. Don't let him fool you."

Nanmen Yun'er, who had failed to figure out the reason herself, gradually came to believe Wu Feng's baseless speculation. She wondered, Could it really be as she said? If so, no wonder Qiu Li was angry.

Thus, Nanmen Yun'er and Wu Feng used a ridiculous guess to explain away their respective doubts.

The two of them thought in unison, That must be it!

"So that's how it is. Thank you, Ning Tian. No wonder Big Brother Mu has been so busy lately—it was because of this." With that, Nanmen Yun'er pulled Yu Tianhuang away and bid the two farewell.

Only Ning Tian, whose little face was flushed red, and Wu Feng, who wore a serious expression, remained behind. Once the pair had gone far away, Ning Tian said angrily, "How could you say something like that, Little Feng?"

Noticing Ning Tian's near-murderous expression, Wu Feng shrank her neck and said, "I was just reminding you."

"Sigh." Ning Tian let out a sigh. "I can tell that he sincerely came to ask me those questions."

Then her cheeks flushed faintly. She glared at Wu Feng and said, "He doesn't have the kind of intentions you mentioned, and he's always been very polite. How could you see the class monitor that way?"

Wu Feng's lips moved, but she did not know how to explain herself. Seeing Ning Tian defend Mu Feng so fiercely, she stammered, "You... you don't like him, do you?"

"What did you say?" Ning Tian raised her delicate brows, her voice lifting as she questioned her.

Seeing that Ning Tian's angry reaction did not seem fake, Wu Feng finally relaxed. As the two walked toward the cafeteria, Ning Tian's thoughts had already been thoroughly thrown into disarray by Wu Feng's words.

She had never held any special feelings toward Mu Feng before, but after Wu Feng brought it up, the scenes of their discussions some time ago suddenly surfaced in her mind. Mu Feng's exquisite looks, gentle tone, and refined, jade-like temperament—things she had never noticed before gradually emerged from her memories.

Ning Tian silently thought, But he does seem quite nice.

"Your Highness, do you know what your actions mean?" Gui Xiao, surrounded by Black and White, said.

There were still roughly three or four hundred meters to the place Mu Feng had arranged. While Gui Xiao was on his way there, he was suddenly attacked by the two of them. Since Mu Feng had not given the brothers much time to prepare, Gui Xiao had only suffered minor injuries after falling into the trap.

As a Soul Douluo, he should have had more than enough ability to deal with two Soul Sages. But Black and White had been honed through countless real battles. Their combined strength was far more than a simple one plus one equals two, and their flawless coordination greatly made up for the gap in Soul Power.

However, Gui Xiao's Corrosive Bone Crow martial soul was no pushover either. After several brief probing exchanges, the miniature bone crows summoned by his second soul skill, Crow Swarm Bonecall, exploded and filled the surrounding area with corrosive poison, severely restricting the space in which Mu Feng's group of three could move.

Whenever Gui Xiao tried to capture the leader first and seize Mu Feng, Black and White would drive him back together.

The two sides had fallen into a stalemate, neither able to do anything to the other.

Since all pretenses had already been torn away, both sides had discarded their usual hypocritical masks. Mu Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course I know. I just have to make sure no one else finds out, right?"

Gui Xiao burst into laughter at those words. "Do you really think you can stop me? You may not be able to do anything to me, but if I want to leave, you can't stop me either."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Seeing Mu Feng's confident expression, Gui Xiao felt uneasy. Although Mu Feng had not yet brought out any other means to deal with him, lingering here for too long was not a wise choice.

He bent slightly as his fourth soul ring lit up beneath his feet. "Fourth soul skill—Soul-Eroding Shriek."

A piercing shriek rang out. Low-level soul beasts within several miles trembled all over under the sonic attack, falling into states of fear and paralysis. Xiao Hei and Little White were affected as well, their movements becoming somewhat slower than before.

Gui Xiao looked at Mu Feng, only to see ripples of emerald-green light swaying before him. Mu Feng stood there as if nothing had happened, without the slightest trace of discomfort on his face.

Mu Feng's abnormal display only confirmed Gui Xiao's ominous premonition. Without the slightest hesitation, Gui Xiao pushed off the ground and turned to leave.

Suddenly, an emerald-green feather drifting from nowhere blocked his path. Gui Xiao tried to brush it aside with his hand, but the seemingly soft feather sliced through the skin on the back of his hand the moment he touched it.

No blood flowed from the wound. Instead, it rapidly turned emerald, then took on a jade-like texture. He tried to remove the strange force from the wound, only to discover in shock that even with the strength of a Soul Douluo, he could merely stop it from spreading further and could not completely eradicate it.

There was only one possibility: this power had to come from someone at least as strong as him.

He guessed in terror, A Soul Douluo? A Title Douluo?

And regardless of which it was, with the two troublesome Soul Sages behind him, there was a great chance that he would die here.

"Wait," Gui Xiao suddenly stopped.

"Cut the crap." Mu Feng knew well that villains died from talking too much and had no intention of giving him even the slightest chance to resist.

Suddenly, a massive phantom of an Emerald Swan appeared in the surrounding trees. Its slender jade-like beak opened slightly, and a pleasant cry rang out from within.

But to Gui Xiao's ears, it was like a death warrant from the King of Hell. Wrinkles rapidly spread across his grayish-white face, his skin began to wither, and in an instant, he looked twenty or thirty years older.