Tremors Across All Sides! Qian Renxue Takes Notice

Ning Rongrong lowered her head and looked at Gu Feng's peaceful sleeping face.

She bent down and gently pressed her red lips against Gu Feng's forehead.

Looking at the man she had chosen, Ning Rongrong's heart brimmed with pride and joy.

This was her Brother Feng.

Even against the renowned heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he could defeat him head-on across ranks.

Yet beneath her pride, a sense of urgency quietly rose within Ning Rongrong's heart.

Brother Feng's talent and combat strength were simply too extraordinary. If she kept playing around and slacking off every day, allowing their levels to grow too far apart, she might someday lose even the qualification to support and strengthen him.

She did not want to become a mere ornament standing behind him. She possessed the continent's number-one support Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

Ning Rongrong secretly made up her mind. Starting tomorrow, she would have to double her meditation time every day. She absolutely could not embarrass Brother Feng.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy, main Academic Affairs building.

Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhi Lin, the three chief education committee members, sat around a tea table, reading through the battle report Qin Ming had just submitted.

"Is what you said true?"

Meng Shenji put down the parchment in his hand, his expression visibly shaken.

"A twelve-year-old level-thirty-six wind-element Soul Master used only one self-created high-pressure attack to shatter Yu Tianheng's third Soul Skill and his Thunderclap Dragon Claw under dragonification enhancement head-on?"

Qin Ming stood before the desk and answered firmly, "Three Committee Members, I witnessed it personally. Had Ye Lingling not used Nine-Heart Begonia to heal him in time, Yu Tianheng's right arm would have needed at least half a month to recover."

Zhi Lin stroked his beard and repeatedly shook his head.

"Unfathomable. Truly unfathomable. Compressing scattered wind elements into a single point to unleash such penetrating force... What kind of precise Soul Power control and comprehension does that require? What kind of peerless monster did the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect pick up?"

Bai Baoshan grinned from ear to ear.

"Who cares where he came from? Since Sect Master Ning sent him to our academy, he represents Heaven Dou Royal Academy! In the Continental Soul Master Elite Tournament two years from now, the academy's results are secured!"

At the same time, at the Crown Prince's residence in Heaven Dou City.

Xue Qinghe sat behind a desk in his study, holding an urgent note delivered by a spy.

The note recorded every detail of the clashes within the spirit fighting arena.

"Wind God Finger..."

Xue Qinghe's slender fingers tapped lightly against the tabletop in a steady rhythm.

Qian Renxue, hidden beneath the disguise of her mask, felt no small wave rising in her heart.

At twelve years old and level thirty-six, he had defeated the direct heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Such combat strength and talent would not pale even before Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. In fact, he might even surpass them.

"Ning Fengzhi's luck is a little too good."

Xue Qinghe held the note over the candle flame and watched it turn to ash.

"With such a fine talent under my command, what great plan could possibly fail?"

Outside the academy's spirit fighting arena.

Gu Rong, draped in a wide gray robe, concealed himself deep within the shade of the trees.

He watched the two young people resting in each other's arms on the grass. An undisguised smile hung on his face, though his eyes held even more astonishment.

Gu Feng's self-created Soul Skill from earlier had truly delighted Gu Rong.

This self-created Soul Skill was immensely powerful and possessed extraordinary penetration. Its only weakness was that it required a period of charge-up beforehand.

However, Gu Feng himself possessed an exceedingly bizarre wind-controlling movement technique. During the back-and-forth of actual combat, that brief charging time was hardly a flaw at all.

"What a treasure we found."

Gu Rong murmured to himself.

"I would like to see just how many trump cards this brat still has hidden away."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After the morning's individual physical training and Soul Power meditation ended, the main spirit fighting arena of Heaven Dou Royal Academy gradually became lively.

Under Ye Lingling's full treatment with Nine-Heart Begonia, the fracture in Yu Tianheng's right arm had completely healed. He could move the entire arm freely again.

The afternoon was time for the entire Imperial Fighting Team to gather for coordinated team training. This was also the first full-team practice Gu Feng and Ning Rongrong attended after officially joining the main team.

The sky outside the venue was dark and overcast. Heavy clouds hung low in the air, moisture filling the atmosphere as though a downpour could fall at any moment.

Standing at the edge of the fighting platform, Gu Feng raised his head to look at the dim sky beyond the windows, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.

What perfect luck.

The Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul's poison was tyrannical, but with that deadly toxin accumulating in the body year after year, the meridians had long since been eroded beyond recognition.

Whenever the weather turned rainy and damp, the cold would stir the toxins, and the meridians would inevitably ache with a needle-like swelling pain.

This damned weather was not going to be a good day for Dugu Yan.

But for him, it was an excellent opportunity.

As long as Dugu Yan revealed an opening from the poison's backlash during training, he could naturally expose the truth.

Then, with an explanation, he could naturally enter the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"Brother Feng, why are you standing in the draft and smiling?"

A crisp, pleasant voice came from beside him.

Ning Rongrong hurried over in small leather boots. Her fair, slender hands naturally looped around Gu Feng's left arm, and she leaned lightly against his shoulder.

She carried a pleasant fragrance. A few wisps of loose hair at her forehead fluttered in the breeze and brushed against Gu Feng's neck, making it itch slightly.

Gu Feng returned from his thoughts and clasped her soft little hand.

"Nothing. I was just happy to see how hard you've been cultivating lately. Our Rongrong is amazing."

Hearing praise from the one she loved, Ning Rongrong's heart bubbled with sweetness, and her tender cheeks flushed faintly.

She lifted her little chin and leaned close to Gu Feng's ear, her voice full of pride.

"Of course. This young lady always keeps her word."

"One day, I'll become the strongest support Soul Master behind Brother Feng. No matter what opponent you face, I'll give you the strongest support!"

Gu Feng turned his head and gently tapped the tip of her clean little nose.

"Alright."

"When we stand at the highest place on the continent someday, you and I will look out over all the splendor of this world together."

Ning Rongrong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Her grip around his arm unconsciously tightened, and her entire face nearly buried itself in Gu Feng's chest.

On a rest bench not far away, several veteran members of the Imperial Fighting Team had gathered together to change their protective gear.

With a blade of grass between his teeth, Yu Feng looked at the two people stuck together by the platform and could not help rubbing the goosebumps on his arms.

"Ugh! I can't take it. I really can't take it."

"Ever since Brother Gu Feng and Rongrong arrived, even the air in this spirit fighting arena has turned sour."

Osler bent down to tighten his bootlaces and clicked his tongue in agreement.

"You'll get used to it."

"The two of them are inseparable except when they return to their own dormitories to sleep at night. The captain and vice-captain have been together for a while too, yet you don't see them being this lovey-dovey every day."

Dugu Yan was leaning against the railing, adjusting the guard around her wrist.

When she heard Osler drag her into it, she immediately lifted her right foot and kicked his boot.

"Stop making things up about Tianheng and me."

"Rongrong is young, so what if they have a good relationship? I think you're just jealous because nobody wants you."

Osler promptly raised his hands in surrender, not daring to provoke the vice-captain.

Yu Tianheng walked over while moving his right arm, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Alright, enough."

"Teacher Qin is here."