Chapter 125: Young Master
Ockland Academy.
Inside the small wooden house.
At this moment, Dai Yao was still unaware that the entire Heaven Dou Imperial City was in turmoil because of Feng Wutong.
Feng Wutong opened her phoenix eyes, and a look of indifference that seemed to overlook the world appeared in her gaze—noble, elegant, proud, and powerful.
This was the true form of the Vermilion Bird Spirit.
As her body gradually detached from the comfort of the Spirit Evolution and her mind cleared, when her eyes met Dai Yao's, the noble phoenix gaze instantly softened and became as gentle as water.
"Thank you, Dai Yao."
After saying these words, Feng Wutong noticed the changes in her body. Looking down, she couldn't even see the tips of her toes. When she touched her waist, it had become even more slender, her skin as smooth as condensed fat, as if it could be pinched and water would drip out.
Coming back to her senses from her surprise, a flush rose on Feng Wutong's face, and she couldn't bring herself to meet Dai Yao's fiery gaze, a happy emotion stirring in her heart.
Dai Yao looked at Feng Wutong, now an incredibly tempting sight, his heart burning with desire, momentarily distracted.
Even Zhu Zhuqing, another woman, couldn't help but show a hint of envy in her eyes.
Now, Feng Wutong was truly a monster. With every gesture, she could captivate the hearts of men.
This beauty was not the seductive kind, but the kind of queenly elegance that, with just a casual movement, made men's hearts tremble and submit.
Compared to her stunning face and devilish figure, what made her even more irresistible was the noble aura that looked down upon all living things.
Dai Yao coughed lightly, understanding Feng Wutong's awkwardness. He took a black robe from his multi-purpose pouch at his waist and draped it over Feng Wutong.
Her delicate, devilish figure was now cloaked by the black robe. Even when the ribbon was tied around her waist, the bulging peaks were impossible to conceal.
Feng Wutong averted her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing. Let's see how your Spirit is doing now," Dai Yao said, trying to act calm and divert the conversation to ease Feng Wutong's embarrassment.
Feng Wutong took a deep breath, and the flush on her face gradually faded. Soul Power surged, and a white flame appeared on her fingertips.
After the white flame appeared, there was no noticeable change.
Dai Yao, puzzled, asked, "What kind of flame is this? It doesn't seem very powerful."
Feng Wutong gave a playful smile and looked at Dai Yao teasingly, "Be careful!"
Immediately, the temperature around them soared. Dai Yao and Zhu Zhuqing felt as though they were being roasted in magma. They quickly activated their soul power shields, but they could visibly see the shields depleting.
Dai Yao and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, both stunned and shocked.
Flames began to ignite all around the wooden house. If they weren't careful, the entire house would be burned to ashes.
Feng Wutong closed her delicate hand, and the white flames vanished. The flames in the house swirled in the air like an ocean gathering, and with Feng Wutong's gesture, they immediately disappeared.
The only traces left were the charred wood and the sweat on Dai Yao and Zhu Zhuqing's foreheads, evidence of the extreme heat they had endured.
"What kind of flame is this?"
After the flames dissipated, Dai Yao's anxiety slowly faded, but thinking back on what had just happened, he still felt a lingering sense of dread.
The flame appeared unchanged, yet when its true power was unleashed, it was so terrifying.
He, as a strong attack-type Soul Master, had high resistance to heat, especially after taking the Fire Essence Apricot, which granted him immunity to flames.
But even he had been in a miserable state during the flame's attack. It was hard to imagine how ordinary Soul Masters would have fared.
Feng Wutong tilted her head and thought for a moment.
"I don't know what to call this flame, but it feels very pure. When I try to unleash its true power, it reveals its terrifying side."
"That's quite a return to simplicity," Dai Yao said with a smile.
"Let's see how your Spirit is now."
With that, Feng Wutong nodded, her eyes shifting, and Dai Yao felt as though he was seeing a noble and elegant being, one that made him involuntarily want to submit.
In his spiritual world, his Sacred White Tiger Spirit seemed to sense some kind of threat. The amber eyes of the tiger became especially fierce, and with a terrifying tiger roar, the discomfort Dai Yao felt in his heart disappeared immediately.
Feng Wutong's arms transformed into crimson wings, and her body flew into the air. Her phoenix eyes looked down upon all living things. Despite being a woman, she exuded a heroic energy, her fiery red hair flowing, slightly mitigating her imposing presence.
Dai Yao stared at this scene, his expression one of awe. From Feng Wutong's Spirit, he felt a powerful presence similar to his own Sacred White Tiger.
This red divine bird, neither a phoenix nor a true vermilion bird, suddenly reminded him of a name.
The Vermilion Bird!
The Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Sacred Beasts alongside the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise, symbolized the intense heat of summer and ruled over all forms of battle.
Compared to the Phoenix, the Vermilion Bird held a much higher position. The Vermilion Bird was a deity worshiped by people, while the Phoenix was merely the king of all birds.
Dai Yao came back to his senses and asked, "Feng Wutong, do you know what your Spirit is now?"
"I don't know. I've heard that the Fire Phoenix is a top-tier beast Spirit, but I feel like my Spirit doesn't fit the characteristics of a Fire Phoenix, and it seems even stronger than one."
Feng Wutong shook her head in confusion.
Dai Yao nodded, confirming Feng Wutong's guess: "Your Spirit isn't a Fire Phoenix, but a Vermilion Bird. It has surpassed the level of a top-tier beast Spirit and reached the level of a Divine Spirit."
"Divine Spirit?" Feng Wutong's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her voice trembling. She had never heard of Divine Spirits before, but anything with the word "Divine" in its name was far from ordinary.
"Exactly." Dai Yao summoned his Sacred White Tiger Spirit and demonstrated to Feng Wutong.
"See, my Sacred White Tiger Spirit surpasses the top-tier beast Spirits. This is also why I could defeat the Jade Tianheng with his Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Spirit."
He then smiled softly, his gaze toward Feng Wutong becoming more gentle.
"Feng Wutong, now you understand why I had you leave the Star Luo Empire and hide your identity in the Heaven Dou Empire, and why you came to Ockland Academy in the middle of the night?"
Feng Wutong revealed a look of realization, then smiled and said, "So you already predicted that after my Spirit evolved, I would be like a different person."
"Yes. You are no longer Feng Wutong. You are now the owner of a Divine Vermilion Bird Spirit, not the Fire Phoenix Soul Master you once were."
Dai Yao said seriously.
"Treating your heart fire is something I should do as a friend. Regardless of whether you agree to my future requests, I will help you with the side effects of your Spirit."
"And the Red Lotus is my secret. After your Spirit evolution, you should understand that once it's exposed, it will cause a huge uproar in the Soul Master world."
Thinking of the consequences of exposing the Red Lotus, Feng Wutong shivered, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes.
Dai Yao continued:
"Therefore, you must keep this secret. You will need to adopt a new identity to avoid exposure as much as possible."
"Of course, this matter will eventually be noticed by some people, but we must do our best to delay and reduce the chance of exposure. When things reach an irreversible point, we must have the strength to protect ourselves."
Feng Wutong nodded solemnly, her expression serious.
She felt a warmth in her heart knowing that Dai Yao trusted her.
Suddenly, she thought about her current identity, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Now that I'm your servant, how should I address you?"
"Call me Young Master," Dai Yao replied.
Normally, a servant would address their master with a title of nobility, but Dai Yao didn't want Feng Wutong to call him by a title that clearly defined their hierarchy. "Young Master" would be more appropriate.
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