Ye Feng looked at Ning Fengzhi.
What was the secret treasure from that battle? Ye Feng already knew—it was the spirit ring and spirit bone of Tang San's mother, Ah Yin.
What had happened back then? Ye Feng was aware that the Spirit Hall had hunted Ah Yin, and Tang Hao had fought back desperately, which moved Ah Yin's heart. In the end, she sacrificed herself for Tang Hao, and as a result, Tang Hao became the youngest Titled Douluo in the history of the Spirit Master world.
After Ye Feng's mother died, who in the Nine Heart Begonia family awakened the Nine Heart Begonia martial spirit? Ye Feng knew the answer—it was his cousin, Ye Lingling, the biological daughter of the current patriarch of the Nine Heart Begonia family, a healing Titled Douluo known as Haitang.
Ye Feng didn't gain much useful information from Xue Qinghe. Everything Xue Qinghe knew, Ye Feng already knew. What Xue Qinghe didn't know, Ye Feng had already figured out.
The only thing worth considering was the timing of that battle and the death of Ye Feng's parents. Before the battle broke out, a mysterious person had visited them. After the battle, Ye Feng's parents were dead.
It was simple yet confusing, like looking through a thick fog—but there was still a trail to follow. This feeling gnawed at Ye Feng's mind. No matter who the murderer was, his hatred for his parents' deaths was something he could never let go.
Xue Qinghe had made one good point—it had been over ten years since the incident. Investigating it now would be incredibly difficult. Before leaving, Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi assured Ye Feng that they would continue their search for answers.
"Junior brother, before you leave, take this token. It's a symbol of my personal authority. With this, you can enter my Prince's Mansion at any time without needing to be announced."
Before Ye Feng left, Xue Qinghe not only promised to continue the investigation—since the matter also concerned the death of "her" father—but also gave Ye Feng a waist badge that granted him unrestricted access to the Prince's Mansion.
Ye Feng didn't reject Xue Qinghe's olive branch. He left the Prince's Mansion and walked toward a street with few pedestrians.
Since the High-level Spirit Master Academy Elite Competition was being held across the continent, and Tiandou City was hosting the preliminaries and promotion rounds, many people had gone to watch the matches. As a result, the shops on both sides of the street weren't doing well.
Clang!
As Ye Feng passed by a shop, a customer accidentally knocked over a cup, sending it crashing onto the ground.
Ye Feng smirked slightly and continued forward. But then—
Clang!
Again. Another diner at a roadside table dropped their cup, the sharp sound of breaking ceramic piercing the air.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
No matter how far Ye Feng walked, the same scene repeated itself. Each time he passed behind someone eating, their utensils clattered to the ground.
"Nine hundred and ninety-eight."
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine."
"One thousand."
Ye Feng silently counted in his mind. He had already taken a thousand steps. Enough. He stopped walking and stood behind a man who was eating, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
"You're really calm, huh? I've walked a thousand steps already—why aren't you jumping yet?"
The man didn't turn around, but his voice carried a hint of surprise.
"Haha, as expected of Shrek Academy's most outstanding disciple. You're sharp as hell. But unfortunately, it's too late."
"Shi Nian," Ye Feng said flatly, "what do you think of this place?"
Shi Nian chuckled darkly. "Do you still think this is Tiandou City?"
"Of course not." Ye Feng's voice was calm. "You still don't get what I'm asking. What I meant was—how does this place look as your grave?"
Shi Nian's expression shifted. "How do you know this isn't Tiandou City?" Then, realization struck him. His tone turned incredulous. "Wait… did you let yourself fall into my trap on purpose? Did you lure me out of Tiandou City so you could kill me?"
Ye Feng smirked. "What do you think?"
"That's impossible!" Shi Nian snapped. "You're just a Spirit King! How the hell could you see through my illusion? And more than that, you're only at the Spirit King level—what makes you think you can fight me, a Spirit Saint?"
Ye Feng's voice was laced with amusement. "Since you're about to die, I'll at least let you die with some understanding. Look into my eyes."
Shi Nian hesitated but then raised his head. The moment he did, his face twisted in shock.
Ye Feng's eyes had turned completely black—dark as ink, eerie and unfathomable.
Shi Nian gasped. "Your eyes… an external spirit bone?"
"No." Ye Feng's smirk widened. "This isn't an external spirit bone. This is my third martial spirit—the Eye of Hell."
"A third martial spirit?" Shi Nian paled. "Are you… are you a twin martial spirit user?"
"No." Ye Feng shook his head. His aura flared, and beneath his feet, eight spirit rings materialized—five first, then three.
Two yellow. One purple. Two black. Three black.
In his left hand, a crystal-clear Nine Heart Mysterious Tang bloomed. In his right, a golden Xuanyuan Sword gleamed.
Shi Nian's eyes widened in horror.
"Three-Life Martial Spirit…?"
His voice trembled with disbelief, but deep down, he knew he couldn't deny it. Ye Feng truly had a Three-Life Martial Spirit.
But then, to Ye Feng's surprise, Shi Nian suddenly burst into laughter. A twisted, manic laugh.
"Hahaha! Amazing, truly amazing!" Shi Nian's eyes burned with madness. "I love killing geniuses the most. And now, a spirit master with a Three-Life Martial Spirit is going to die by my hands! Enjoy your nightmare—Seventh Spirit Skill: Nightmare!"
Ye Feng's second and third spirit rings flared at the same time.
Second Spirit Skill: Freeze.
Third Spirit Skill: Murderous Intent.
A deep purple glow radiated from Ye Feng's Nine Heart Mysterious Tang, while his Xuanyuan Sword shimmered with a dark, ominous light.
As the personal disciple of Titled DouluoChen Xin, Ye Feng had long mastered the full version of Distraction Control. Not only that, he had practiced it to the level of Four Apertures Constant Heart, allowing him to control two martial spirits simultaneously. He could activate two spirit skills on two martial spirits at the same time—or even four spirit skills on one.
Whoosh!
A golden sword energy shot forward. But it didn't aim at Shi Nian.
Ye Feng knew it was an illusion.
Instead, his attack slashed at the empty space ahead. When the golden sword energy reached about 1.7 meters from the ground, it struck an invisible, colorless barrier.
"Cut."
Ye Feng's spirit power erupted. He unleashed his full level 59 strength. The golden sword energy flared brighter and shattered the invisible barrier.
Boom!
The illusion crumbled.
Tiandou City vanished.
What replaced it was a dense forest.
In front of Ye Feng, a man in a moon-white robe was split clean in half. A deep sword mark, over fifty meters long, scarred the ground.
Shi Nian's body fell lifelessly. His eyes remained wide open, frozen in disbelief. Even in death, he couldn't accept the truth—
That he had been slain by a mere Spirit King.
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