Lying came as naturally as breathing

Ji Feng's expression shifted slightly. In that instant, his gaze seemed to grow much sharper, yet also much more detached.

"Do you think I have a trash martial soul? What if I told you I achieved innate full soul power through my own hard work and sweat?"

[I haven't seen any hard work, but the sweat is breaking out on my forehead right now.]

[The hard work was mine! We spent a whole day working my body to research it!]

The two girls spying on them could not help venting through their mental link.

"Impossible! Even Spirit Hall couldn't do that!"

Bibi Dong declared this with certainty, then suddenly remembered yesterday's dream and amended her words. "Perhaps that god could, but are you trying to say you possess the same wisdom and power as that god?"

"Facts speak louder than arguments. Let me show you the fruit of my hard work and sweat!" Ji Feng's bearing changed completely, becoming ever more aloof and detached, like an inhuman deity. Emerald light swirled in his eyes, taking the shape of Four-Leaf Clover Cross Petals.

"That's your martial soul?!"

Although the soul power was faint, Bibi Dong did indeed sense it coming from this man, whom Spirit Hall had verified as having zero innate soul power!

Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly. She had read Spirit Hall's information: Ji Feng should have had zero innate soul power. By all rights, he should never have possessed any soul power whatsoever... could it really be true that there were no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters?

No! Those eyes-there's no mistaking them!

Bibi Dong's entire worldview nearly collapsed, but she quickly recovered. Looking into Ji Feng's eyes, she remembered!

"Your eyes are exactly like that God of Wisdom's! What hard work and sweat? You simply received the blessing of that god from another world!"

She gave a disdainful little snort, holding one hand before her heaving chest to accentuate its full, rounded curves while planting the other on her slender waist. She raised her fair face impatiently. "If you're here to flaunt your divine blessing, there's no need to shamelessly dress it up as hard work."

"You were merely lucky enough to receive that god's blessing. But not every trash martial soul can gain a god's approval. Even if that god is powerful enough to let every trash martial soul cultivate, that only proves the god is powerful enough. What does it have to do with whether trash martial souls themselves have a future?"

"Hmph! I admit you make a very good point, but-"

Ji Feng snorted as well, folded his arms, and repeated like a broken record, "What I'm saying is, there are no trash martial souls! Only trash soul masters!"

"Fine! Even if you aren't a trash soul master, shouldn't we settle the matter of you writing porn about me?" Bibi Dong could not be bothered to argue with him about this. Frankly, it did not matter. At his age, he was still a level-ten Soul Scholar. How was that any different from being trash?

"Hmph! I, Ji Feng, stand straight and sit upright. Naturally, my conscience is clear!"

He lifted his head and puffed out his chest, brimming with righteousness.

Hearing this made Bibi Dong so furious her breasts hurt. She could not help hissing, "You wrote porn about me! And you have the nerve to claim a clear conscience! How can anyone in this world be as shameless as you? What, do I owe you something?!"

"Hmph! Although that was indeed inappropriate, still-"

Bibi Dong instinctively assumed he was about to say something important, only to watch Ji Feng draw a deep breath and repeat once again, "As everyone knows, there are no trash martial souls! Only trash soul masters!"

As he spoke, he stared at her expectantly, as though trying to use that line to awaken some emotion deep within her.

Bibi Dong: ...

Is there something wrong with this man's brain? She could not help wondering.

"What does that have to do with whether you're a trash soul master? Does not being a trash soul master give you the right to make things up about me?! And why do you keep repeating that line? Is your brain all right?" Bibi Dong fired off questions like a barrage of cannon shots. Her long, phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, her expression thoroughly hostile.

She felt that the fellow before her was simply making a joke out of her for his own amusement.

[Why?! Something's wrong! I've repeated that line four times already. Why hasn't she fallen in love with me yet? She seems especially resistant! Didn't Yu Xiaogang have an innately trash martial soul, then win Bibi Dong over by repeating that line over and over? Haven't I replicated it perfectly?]

Ji Feng was genuinely bewildered.

[Strategist, teach me!]

Kokomi was left speechless too.

[Now I really think you aren't human! I don't even know how to explain this to you. Are you seriously not just messing with Bibi Dong? Nahida, come teach this inhuman creature how to be human!]

[How could repeating a single line over and over make a girl fall in love with you?! Can you please act normal?!]

Kokomi and Nahida were no less speechless than Bibi Dong.

[Normal. Fine, then I'll try my best to be normal!]

As Ji Feng understood it, being normal meant being rational, wise, composed, reserved, and polite. Possessing those qualities, more or less, along with a mind of one's own, constituted what was called normal.

He gave a courteous smile with elegant poise. "Bibi Dong, as Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, being so agitated is rather unbecoming. Why not act a little more normal, like me?"

"Normal, my ass! Who do you think made me angry?!" Veins throbbed with Bibi Dong's fury. No longer bothering to argue with him, she unrolled the map to reveal the dagger beneath. "Give me that girl beside you! Then I won't hold your offense against you!"

Ji Feng smiled faintly. "I see. So that's your objective? Unfortunately, you're exceedingly foolish. I imagine Spirit Hall's destruction was precisely because of this shortsightedness and ignorance of yours!"

"May I take those words as a provocation and an insult against Spirit Hall?"

At those words, Bibi Dong's gaze instantly turned dangerous. Almost tangible killing intent flickered around her.

"These eyes of mine can see the future. What I describe is merely basic common knowledge in my eyes. My words are neither an attack nor a provocation, only a statement of fact. Some people call such predictive statements prophecies."

Ji Feng chuckled softly, spinning a lie with breezy nonchalance.

To him, lying came as naturally as breathing.

A prophetic martial soul?! Bibi Dong was somewhat startled. Spirit Hall's records did mention such martial souls, which were exceedingly rare. In ancient times, people possessing them had been called Prophets.

Most importantly, Bibi Dong could sense Ji Feng's heartbeat and pulse through her soul power. She could feel no abnormality whatsoever when he spoke. This was absolutely not a lie! Even if it was, he himself believed it!

"Oh? Then what did you foresee?" she asked with apparent casualness, adopting a skeptical air.

"Nothing particularly significant. Spirit Hall became the Spirit Hall Empire under your leadership, then was destroyed. That's all."

Ji Feng's Four-Leaf Illusion God Eye gazed into Bibi Dong's unfocused phoenix eyes as he continued, enunciating every word. "You ascended to godhood, became the empress of the Spirit Hall Empire, and launched a war to rule the continent, yet still died at the hands of another god."

Bibi Dong's expression shifted slightly, and her entire body jolted. Even her soul power showed signs of slipping out of control. Helplessness and terror surged into her heart!

These might clearly have been nothing but illogical ravings, yet a voice deep within her told her-this was her future! A defeat she could not defy, one she was bound to meet!

"Who killed me?"

She forcibly suppressed the terrifying waves churning in her heart, her voice trembling slightly.

"The one who killed you was Sea God Tang San."

Ji Feng was very pleased with this reaction. He strolled leisurely to the somewhat dazed Bibi Dong and patted her shoulder with the air of an elder. "Do you know what caused your defeat?"

"What?" Bibi Dong asked instinctively.

"You didn't believe in one saying, and that saying was-"

Suddenly, he proclaimed with impassioned fervor, "There are no trash martial souls! Only trash soul masters!"

Smack!

A crisp, resounding slap rang out. Bibi Dong looked at the red handprint her smooth, fair hand had instinctively left on Ji Feng's face, her expression still blank.

"Sorry, I slapped you on instinct. But could you please stop coming close to me whenever you feel like it?"

"I'm truly sorry I took your words seriously just now! That slap came too late. My apologies."

Bibi Dong felt that this moron had seriously dragged down her intelligence. She had actually believed this idiot! She had even stood there thinking it over seriously!