What Does Rabbit Taste Like?

"Master, thank you! If I can comprehend it, this would practically be a self-created divine skill!"

Ning Rongrong was beside herself with excitement.

She could not help but throw her arms around Feng Yang in a big hug.

This "Whimsical Ideas" skill not only broke the rules of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but also shattered the rules of the entire Support System on the Soul Master Continent. It was as miraculous as Oscar's Food System Martial Soul.

How could Ning Rongrong not be thrilled?

At such close range, the fragrance of a young girl's delicate body drifted over, leaving Feng Yang feeling quite refreshed.

"Mm. Try to comprehend it and improve as soon as possible," Feng Yang said.

"Got it, Master."

Ning Rongrong happily lifted her head as she spoke.

She found taking Feng Yang as her master more and more agreeable.

"Can you let go of me now?" Feng Yang asked.

Ning Rongrong looked herself over.

Only then did she realize that she was still hugging him.

"Uh..."

That damned Oscar had called Feng Yang a lecher, yet when she hugged him, he had not taken the opportunity to cop a feel. He was clearly a proper gentleman, wasn't he?

In reality, though, Feng Yang was advancing by retreating.

A timely retreat was the best kind of attack.

Since the Suo Tuo Grand Soul Arena only opened at night,

Feng Yang brought Shrek's Seven Devils there for soul fighting training.

Aside from Dai Mubai, who was lying down to recover from his injuries, the other six had all arrived.

Feng Yang walked at the front, with Zhu Zhuqing on his left and Ning Rongrong on his right.

"Master, what type does your Martial Soul belong to?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously. "It isn't a Beast Martial Soul, nor is it a Tool Spirit."

Zhu Zhuqing also pricked up her ears to listen.

"Blue Flame is a form of matter," Feng Yang said.

"Matter?" Ning Rongrong was puzzled.

As their teacher, it was still necessary for him to give them some basic knowledge.

"From a scientific perspective, it is plasma."

"..."

They were utterly baffled.

"To put it simply, like Plant System Martial Souls and Food System Martial Souls, you can understand it as a Matter System Martial Soul," Feng Yang continued.

Ning Rongrong looked as though she had suddenly understood.

"So that's how it is. No wonder the temperature is so high, and it's even blue fire. It feels even hotter than an authentic Phoenix Martial Soul."

"There's a scientific phenomenon where the higher the temperature, the bluer the color," Feng Yang said with a smile.

In truth,

without activating the Blue Flame Domain, it would not have been possible to reach such a high temperature.

"Hmph, what are you so smug about? Once I reach your level, I refuse to believe my Phoenix Martial Soul won't be stronger than yours," Ma Hongjun muttered under his breath.

"So that's why! No wonder just releasing your Martial Soul brings such pressure!" Ning Rongrong looked at him with a touch of admiration. "Master, you're amazing."

"Heh heh."

Feng Yang chuckled softly.

He turned his head for a look.

His gaze swept across Tang San, Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, who were following behind.

"Have you all learned something?"

"..."

Faced with the lofty Feng Yang, they had always felt displeased and unconvinced.

None of them answered, each wearing a sour expression.

Especially seeing Ning Rongrong treat Feng Yang with such closeness and respect, Oscar felt utterly miserable.

"Hey!" Ning Rongrong looked over at them and shouted indignantly. "Does Master owe you money or something? Why are all of you pulling such long faces?"

"..."

"Ah." Feng Yang sighed. "These rebellious children really are hard to handle."

However,

the more worldly and experienced Feng Yang acted, the more displeased they became.

We're obviously about the same age, yet you call us rebellious children?

When they arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena,

everyone entered their respective 1v1 and 2v2 matches.

The Seven Treasures Spirit Cat Combination formed by Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had fought ten matches so far, with seven wins and three losses.

Their win rate was only seventy percent.

That record could only be called ordinary; it was nowhere near enough to call them geniuses.

Meanwhile, Tang San and Xiao Wu were still glued to each other.

Even when Tang San entered a solo soul fight, Xiao Wu would stand on the second floor to watch and cheer him on.

Just as she was excitedly cheering for Tang San,

a figure walked straight up beside her.

After glancing at him, annoyance immediately appeared in her eyes.

"Feng Yang? What are you doing here?" she asked irritably.

"I'm your teacher. Don't you have any manners?" Feng Yang asked.

"Hmph."

Xiao Wu did not even bother pretending.

She displayed her dislike to the fullest.

She had no idea how dangerous the world could be.

Feng Yang remained calm and composed.

"Actually, I want to ask something. Why have all of you disliked and rejected me from the very beginning?"

"When you dislike someone, you dislike them no matter how you look at them," Xiao Wu said bluntly.

"Do you really dislike me?" Feng Yang stared at her and asked.

Under his gaze, Xiao Wu seemed to feel a little guilty.

"Anyway... Xiao San dislikes you, so I dislike you too."

Clearly,

Feng Yang's arrival had made Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the other boys feel a tremendous sense of crisis.

He was handsome to begin with, his level was damn high, and he had directly become their teacher.

And from the way he had looked at Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong from the start, he had obviously shown interest.

How could they possibly not be hostile toward him?

"What kind of logic is that? Do you live for him? If he dislikes me, then you have to dislike me too?" Feng Yang asked.

"That's right! Leave already. I don't want Xiao San to see you standing alone with me," Xiao Wu said firmly.

"..."

He had originally planned to slowly find opportunities to train Xiao Wu.

But now Feng Yang truly could not wait any longer.

This was infuriating!

"You little Hundred Thousand Year rabbit, you're pretty cocky, huh?"

"That's right, I am!"

Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, looking utterly righteous and completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

The next second,

she seemed to realize something.

"Y-you just..." She became completely guilty. "What did you say?"

"You little Hundred Thousand Year rabbit," Feng Yang said lightly.

Boom!

Xiao Wu's eyes widened as she stared at Feng Yang in disbelief.

She began to panic.

She looked Feng Yang up and down, left and right, front and back.

"Y-you, how do you know..."

"That isn't important. What's important is, do you still want me to leave?" Yang Hang said blandly.

Yet the threat in his words was exceptionally heavy.

Xiao Wu panicked completely.

"Y-you..." She wanted to warn him, only to realize that she was no match for him at all. "Please don't tell anyone, okay?"

She had come to human territory to increase her strength and avenge her mother.

If word got out, let alone getting revenge, she would not even know how she died.

"If you want me to keep it secret, that depends on how you perform." Feng Yang revealed a wicked smile.

"You!" Xiao Wu clenched her little fists, looking adorably fierce. "Let me tell you, I will never become your disciple!"

"Become my disciple? Are you even worthy?" Feng Yang said.

"You!" Xiao Wu suppressed her anger. "Then what do you want?"

Feng Yang looked Xiao Wu's petite, delicate body up and down.

It made Xiao Wu inexplicably flustered.

"If you want me to keep your secret, then sleep with me for one night. I've tried plenty of girls, but I've never tasted what rabbit is like before."