"Han Feng, let me ask you—what is a defense-type spirit master most afraid of?"
Qian Renxue asked Han Feng as they glided through the air just above the forest canopy.
Although confused, Han Feng answered seriously, "If you're referring to spirit masters, then definitely control-types. Once controlled, even the strongest defenses are useless if you can't protect your teammates. And without the right skills to break free, you could slowly be worn down to death."
Qian Renxue gave Han Feng a surprised look.
She hadn't expected such a clear answer from an eight-and-a-half-year-old child.
Han Feng, on the other hand, smiled proudly. His father was a defense-type Spirit Ancestor, and the Han family specialized in this path, with a legacy of deep understanding that could rival—or even surpass—a defense-type Spirit Saint.
Qian Renxue, while surprised, didn't praise him aloud. She knew that a little praise would send this kid flying with pride.
After all, she herself had finished reading all the Wuhun Hall's classics by the age of thirteen. Did she boast about it?
"You're right," Qian Renxue continued. "Control-type spirit masters are the greatest threat to defense-types. Unlike power-attack types who can brute-force their way through, a defense-type once ensnared by a controller has no means to retaliate. Most defense-types are slow and can't avoid being caught. If I'm not mistaken, your speed isn't exactly outstanding among peers, is it?"
Han Feng nodded. Even freshly awakened agility-types were slightly faster than him thanks to their innate talents.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue smiled—a dazzling smile that outshone a hundred flowers.
This time, Han Feng didn't miss it. He stared dazedly at her, lost in a goofy grin.
Qian Renxue lightly knocked his head and scolded with a smile, "Little pervert!"
Han Feng chuckled but said nothing in return.
"You're better than most defense-types since your Blazing Heaven Shield has fire-controlling abilities and attack power far beyond typical defenders. It's also naturally strong against plant-type spirits. But still, your core weaknesses remain…"
"Oh come on, Sister Qian Qian! Stop teasing—just tell me already!" Han Feng interrupted, unable to hold back his impatience.
Seeing his eager face, Qian Renxue finally said, "Since I promised you results, you can trust me—I'm prepared!"
"The spirit beast I found for you, if luck is on your side, could even overturn the age-old idea that defense-types must fear control-types."
Her words lit a fire in Han Feng's heart. Excitedly, he asked, "What kind of spirit beast is it?!"
Instead of answering, Qian Renxue shot forward, taking Han Feng with her through the woods until they landed on a tree. She pulled aside some branches and said with a mysterious smile, "See for yourself."
Suspicious but curious, Han Feng peeked through the branches—and was immediately shocked!
Qian Renxue was clearly pleased with his reaction. "Well? Did I lie to you?"
But Han Feng didn't respond. He was speechless, staring at the massive black silhouette darting through the woods—at least the size of a wild bull. He couldn't even make out its full form due to its incredible speed. Loud crashes echoed through the forest—Boom! Boom! Boom!—showing just how powerful this beast was.
Swallowing hard, Han Feng whispered, "What is that? It's so fast!"
Qian Renxue, realizing he couldn't identify it, chuckled. "That's a 700-year Hyperactive Rhino. Thick-skinned, highly durable, with immense strength. Though it has no elemental attributes, its speed rivals that of many agility-types at the same level!"
"Even among spirit masters specializing in speed, few can match it."
Han Feng wasn't stupid. On the contrary, he quickly grasped the implications of Qian Renxue's words. His eyes sparkled with excitement. "So that means…"
Qian Renxue nodded. "Yes! If you're lucky, the soul skill this beast grants won't just boost your defense and strength—it could even give you the speed that most defense-types can only dream of!"
Truth be told, this Hyperactive Rhino was secretly kept by the Spirit Hall to nurture exceptional disciples. Even many branch leaders didn't know about it—Qian Renxue had only overheard its existence from the conversations of high-ranking elders.
If it weren't for the Hall's deliberate containment, this restless beast could never stay in one place.
And if Qian Renxue hadn't "bent the rules" for Han Feng, there'd be no way a rare spirit beast like this would ever fall into his hands.
Han Feng, unaware of all this, only knew one thing: after seeing the Hyperactive Rhino, no other hundred-year beast could compare.
"Sister Qian Qian~"
Han Feng hugged her arm tightly, his voice sugary sweet enough to rot teeth—a clear sign of how much he wanted that beast.
Qian Renxue, however, enjoyed his flattery. She ruffled his hair and said, "Relax, this is the second spirit ring I picked just for you."
Han Feng beamed. His big eyes locked onto her, and he declared, one word at a time:
"Sister Qian Qian, I love you!"
She pinched his nose with a laugh. "Save that line for your mother. Maybe give your dad some too—he'll feel too pitiful otherwise!"
With that, she descended into the forest, unfolding a pair of pristine white wings and hovering mid-air.
"Be careful, Sister Qian Qian!" Han Feng shouted from the tree, playing the loyal follower.
He couldn't help but worry. The Hyperactive Rhino's black silhouette zipped around her at high speed. Qian Renxue had told him her soul rank was artificially boosted by medicine and that she had limited combat power. Could she really handle this beast?
But Han Feng had clearly underestimated her.
Without even summoning her spirit rings, her light-golden eyes suddenly glowed with divine radiance, making her appear almost sacred.
Under this pressure, the rampaging beast froze instantly, as if someone had grabbed it by the throat.
From a hidden angle, the Hyperactive Rhino's face was full of fear, and its beastly eyes brimmed with awe.
Six-Winged Angel—a god-class martial soul, one of the most supreme beast spirits. Its pressure was not something a mere hundred-year-old rhino could endure.
Not wanting to reveal too much to Han Feng, Qian Renxue only used her soul power to knock the beast unconscious, then retracted her wings and divine aura.
Meanwhile, Han Feng sat on the tree branch, utterly stunned.
He couldn't help but wonder—was a Spirit Ancestor really this strong?
Why was Han Dang so much weaker than Sister Qian Qian?
Wasn't she supposed to be the fragile one?
How did she just scare a 700-year-old Hyperactive Rhino into submission with a single look?