The next moment, Wu Feng instinctively poured in a little more Soul Power, bent her knees, and leaped with a sudden burst of force.
Bang-
Before Ning Tian and Chen Ping's eyes, Wu Feng shot upward like a cannonball leaving the barrel, soaring nearly a hundred meters into the air in a single leap.
"Aaaaaah! Too high! Aaaaaah!"
Wu Feng's panicked cries rang out from midair.
She frantically pulled her Flying Soul Tool out of her Storage Soul Tool. Only then did she manage to slow her descent and land safely, her face still filled with lingering fear.
Nearly a hundred meters might not have sounded like much, but it was actually a full thirty stories high, and a Soul Master's tolerance for falls was directly proportional to their cultivation.
Clearly, a Soul Master in the forties could not fall a hundred meters without injury. There was even a fair chance the fall would kill them outright.
After that, Wu Feng no longer dared to experiment recklessly the moment she guessed what Chen Ping's new Soul Tool could do.
If something went wrong and word reached the sect, everyone would say that Wu Feng, who had once caused such an uproar in the sect, had jumped and fallen to her own death. Even her reputation after death would be ruined.
Wu Feng's reckless behavior had startled Ning Tian as well.
Only after seeing that Wu Feng was unhurt and had merely plopped timidly onto the ground did she walk over with a reproachful air, pat Wu Feng on the head, and remind her not to fool around so heedlessly next time.
"W-what even is this thing, Chen Ping?"
Wu Feng sat on the ground catching her breath for a while before recovering, then looked at Chen Ping resentfully.
"Hmph, that's