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"Haven't seen them in a few years, but they've certainly gotten faster at running away."
As Shrek departed in a hurry, Feng Zaixing shook his head inwardly. Was there really a need to be so afraid of him?
He, Feng, was not some kind of ferocious fiend, after all; he had no hobby for holding bloody cocktail parties.
"They've always been like this, unrivaled in the world when it comes to running away," Ye Xinglan said with some resentment.
Feng Zaixing glanced at this Sword Maiden, whose love had turned to hatred, and said, "I heard the Star Luo Empire intends to invite us to participate in their Continental Spirit Master Competition."
A bright light flashed in Ye Xinglan's clear eyes, and she gave a slight nod.
"Alright everyone, the excitement is over. Stop staring." Feng Zaixing looked at the many onlookers, waving his hand with a faint smile on his lips, yet a battle-hardened majesty emanated from his eyes, making people look away.
Whether they were from the Sun Moon Federation or the Star Luo Empire, everyone knew Feng Zaixing's methods and character. Once he turned hostile, even the Southern Families would be drained in blood. He was a peerless fiend of the highest order. They all scattered like birds and beasts, clearing a wide path.
Somewhere at the ball, the Star Luo Delegation Head's eyes flickered as he whispered to the Federal Delegation Deputy Head, Tang Bingyao, "Your number one Prodigy is truly awe-inspiring without even being angry; he's quite mature for his age."
Tang Bingyao pressed his brow and replied in a low voice, "Keep an eye on your people and make sure they don't provoke him. This lord is the type who would dare to storm Capitol Hill over a disagreement and wipe out a Family if he's in a bad mood. You must never touch the tiger's whiskers."
"While he won't go looking for trouble for no reason, once you provoke him, even the gods themselves can't save you. The strongest person in our delegation is naturally the Emperor Sword Douluo, but in terms of sheer ferocity, even the Emperor Sword Douluo would yield to him."
The Star Luo Delegation Head stole a few glances at Feng Zaixing, nodded, and said with some surprise, "I've heard rumors of this, but I really didn't expect someone so handsome and ethereal to have done those things. He looks quite harmless."
The lights converged, highlighting the smooth cut of Feng Zaixing's formal suit that fit his body perfectly, outlining his young physique that was as straight as a spear and brimming with power. His gray-white long hair draped over his shoulders, and his smile was calm and friendly.
His shoulder line was broad and sturdy, his waist sharply tapered, and the coattails fell like a blade cutting through the air. The fabric seemed to be the finest black velvet, as deep as eternal night. Between his shoulder blades, a Stigmata glowed, with silver threads and moonstones outlining the silhouette of twelve giant wings.
On the left front side of the suit's hem, a powerful Silver Dragon spiraled upward; upon closer inspection, it was composed of flowing liquid silver threads and tiny blue-gray gems. As he walked, Feng Zaixing was like a black holy monument covered in mysterious runes.
Beside him, Yu Xin's wine-red silk mermaid dress flowed with a dark luster, tightly hugging her graceful curves. Her red hair was tied low, her dark eyes were calm, and the cascade of lights illuminated her skin that was fairer than frost and snow. Her waist was neatly cinched, and the hem of her dress was like frozen flames.
In comparison, Yuanen Yehui's attire was much more conservative. Her deep purple high-neck gown was dazzling, and her deep purple eyes held the composure of years of bitter Cultivation, yet they still couldn't hide her shapely Peaks and breathtaking curves.
Naer left Gu Yue behind and ran over affectionately. In her capacity as a Junior Martial Uncle, she squeezed out the Body Sect's third-generation little martial nephew, seemingly saying something. Her black gown, the opposite of Gu Yue's, was very similar in tone to Feng Zaixing's clothing, her feelings unconcealed.
Tang Bingyao looked at Feng Zaixing's group and gave a deep, bitter smile, saying to the Star Luo Delegation Head, "He is different from others. Even before he became famous, people from Shrek Academy had their eyes on him, but he chose Bright Capital instead."
"If he were willing to be the number one Prodigy at Shrek, all the glory would belong to him, and Shrek would never have fallen to its current state. Sometimes I feel that he is out of place in this era."
As a member of the Neutral Faction, Tang Bingyao had a natural affinity for Shrek, but the overwhelming tide of the era wouldn't allow his personal will to take effect. The arrogance of the Federal Investigation Bureau was something even some members of the Hawk Faction couldn't stand, and then the Yu Family and Feng Zaixing showed them with practical actions that this wasn't even the limit!
The Angel Family participated in an assassination, threatening the Investigation Bureau's status and warning Feng Zaixing, who had received great kindness from them, to "be more restrained." Unexpectedly, Feng Zaixing was extremely unyielding, preferring to sacrifice half his Lifespan to break ties and repay the favor. He wiped out the independent Southern Families, and not many were even taken in as dogs.
Tang Bingyao couldn't understand why a Prodigy would throw away twenty thousand years of invincible glory and refuse to blend in peacefully with the old powers, insisting instead on turning everything upside down. Stirring things up so indelicately, to the point that his own reputation was mixed.
If he had been a bit more diplomatic, why would he have needed to burn a hundred years of his Lifespan? If he had entered Shrek to Cultivate, no matter how unhappy the Federation was, what could they do? 擎天 Douluo and the Angel Family would have done their best to protect him.
Even if he truly wanted to revive the former glory of the Spirit Hall, Shrek would still be the best choice. But what he was doing was clearly intended to smash all the old powers, turning the blade inward, not even sparing his own people!
If this continued, Tang Bingyao suspected that after finishing the Unification War, Feng Zaixing would strike at all the Councilor Families indiscriminately. Did this person really want to kill off all the old powers and let the people have democracy? That would be opposing the entire upper class of the Federation!
He didn't understand, but he was powerless because Feng Zaixing was connected to too many powerful figures, and his military strength was too formidable. Those from the Hidden Family who stood against him had either died or fled, and even those who once supported him were finished.
However, at this moment, Feng Zaixing seemed to have a more relaxed attitude. Naer pulled him onto the dance floor, her every smile and frown on that exquisite Face capturing souls as she tried to teach her Senior Brother how to dance.
The young girl's crystalline toes stood out among the crowd of handsome men and beautiful women on the dance floor, guiding the young man's palms to her slender waist. To the rhythm of the music, they began to step out with peerless grace.
Feng Zaixing released his heaven-reaching mental force, imprinting the steps and postures of many dancers in his mind, processing them rapidly, gradually grasping the essence, and innovating. Every tendon in his fingers and every muscle in his wrists began to be coordinated, and he was soon dancing quite impressively.
So-called professionalism was nothing more than this.
Naer noticed that Feng Zaixing was distracted, and she felt the strength at her waist and hips fluctuating, making her go up and down. She immediately looked speechless and said resentfully, "Senior Martial Brother, oh Senior Martial Brother, is this how you're supposed to use Spirit Domain Realm mental force and your Original martial soul?"
Didn't they agree she would teach him? She had gone to the trouble of learning this specially.
"Sorry, I suddenly felt like some people's dance moves could be used as combat rhythms. I got absorbed in researching it. Come, come, let's 'research' it together."
Feng Zaixing gave an apologetic smile, talking nonsense with a straight Face through sound transmission. His right knuckles quietly exerted force, lifting Naer's supple body and suddenly performing a high-tossing jump.
Was he joking? If he didn't use the Spirit Domain Realm and the Spirit's ingenious applications now, when would he? As the Acting Sect Master of the Body Sect, he also needed to save Face.
Naer's heart skipped a beat. The excellent flexibility from years of practicing the Body Sect Secret Method was fully displayed at this moment. The tip of her right foot tapped the air, her left foot kicked high, and she jumped with her legs split like scissors. Her purple eyes gazed deeply into her hateful Senior Martial Brother's eyes in mid-air.
With two rotations in the air, she seemed to step on the hearts of many as she flew back down like a falling bird.
A steady and powerful hand caught her just in time, using the Force Control Technique from the Secrets of the Body to catch her perfectly. Feng Zaixing was full of smiles, while Naer gently turned her Face away, her cheeks flushed.
Just then, the dance ended. The calculations of a veteran Spirit Domain Realm user were precise to the millimeter. Countless people looked on with stunned expressions, mesmerized.
Silent cheers echoed in their hearts, but no one spoke to break this beautiful moment. Only the host reacted first, praising them loudly.
"A perfect combination! Tonight we will select the Best Dressed Gentleman, Best Dressed Lady, Most Handsome Gentleman, Most Beautiful Lady, and the Most Graceful Dance Couple. It seems a very strong pair of competitors has already appeared!"
Feng Zaixing set Naer down and sent a sound transmission, "How was it? I learned fast, didn't I?"
Naer snapped back to reality and pouted, "That doesn't count, it doesn't count. We agreed I'd be the teacher for once."
Feng Zaixing's eyes flickered as he thought of the upcoming arrangements. He decided to let her have her way and said, "Then let's have another dance."
Only then did Naer's lips curl into a joyful smile. "Okay."
As a new dance tune began, although many were eager, none dared to invite these two Body Sect Prodigies, who had raced on whales during the day.
Le Zhengyu watched in a daze and muttered, "When did he learn to dance? In the past, whenever the Angel Family sent him ball invitations, he never went."
He had been thinking of competing tonight, but had the boss changed his nature?
Long Chen said nonchalantly, "One look at those clothes and you can tell they were personally designed by Sister Yu. The only person in your Family who is as important to the boss as Sister Yu is your Old Ancestor. Since Old Ancestor Le didn't force him to go, he obviously wouldn't."
"Knowing the boss, he probably learned this dance on the spot."
Le Zhengyu's expression immediately dimmed as he sighed, "Yeah, there was a lack of communication between the two sides, and then something happened. Otherwise, it wouldn't have come to this."
As far as he knew, there was also the Tang Sect's provocation behind the scenes. In fact, the Angel Family and the Tang Sect had always had unknown business dealings, and the two sides had natural room for cooperation. The Family was too large, and not everyone's interests were aligned—and interest can make people unafraid even of death.
Compared to the Old Ancestor's inclination toward central development and giving up some local interests, more people wanted to be Southern Tyrants. Relying on their grand Family history and deep accumulation, they completely looked down on Feng Zaixing, who had risen in a single generation, and the declining Body Sect. Furthermore, they didn't realize that Feng Zaixing was only grateful to the Old Ancestor, not the Le Family.
But it's too late to say anything now. Fortunately, Feng Zaixing won't let the Tang Sect off; everyone will die together sooner or later.
Long Chen smacked his lips and teased Feng Zaixing and Yu Xin a bit more.
At that moment, a sound transmission floated over.
"Little Long, you're talking a bit too much."
Long Chen shuddered violently and grabbed the nearest king crab to stuff his mouth. The person who sent the transmission was Yu Xin.
When the new dance ended, Naer wanted to dance again, but she saw a nimble, jade-like hand reach in and intercept Feng Zaixing.
"Good sister, it's my turn now." Yu Xin smiled faintly, her gentle tone hiding a bit of edge and assertiveness.
Naer's Face immediately fell, but then she saw Feng Zaixing's eyes signaling that there were other activities tonight, so her lips curled slightly and she agreed.
"Fine."
As they moved back onto the dance floor, Yu Xin glanced at Naer, her steps light as she asked with interest, "What do you want to do with her tonight?"
Feng Zaixing answered cleanly and directly, "Cultivate This Sect's Secret Method. I didn't have time before and couldn't bear to push her, but this time is just right."
"Alright, I want to watch."
Yu Xin leaned her back low, her red hair almost brushing the floor. Her high-slit dress revealed a jade-colored luster as she suddenly changed direction to complete a set of rapid Wing Steps, taking control of the dance rhythm.
Rotating with force, Yu Xin took the lead, making Feng Zaixing lean back. Her dark eyes above her red lips reflected the thousands of lights on the ceiling, shining like stars.
"This is This Sect's secret."
As the music reached its stride, Feng Zaixing's lightly called thumb brushed the edge of her waistband, using the force to push her into a throwing tilt.
"But I'm not an outsider." Yu Xin stood on one foot, her other leg tensed straight in the air like a war spear. As the notes exploded, she suddenly paused, her body pivoting with the force, her skirt blooming like a fiery lotus, sharp and soaring.
"It's not appropriate right now, is it?" Feng Zaixing opened his arms to catch her, his teasing voice passing by her crystalline earlobe.
"I think it's very appropriate." At the Peak of the music, Yu Xin froze in an extreme lunge, her front leg deeply bowed and her back leg tensed like a string, her body leaning far forward.
Feng Zaixing's eyes flickered. His waist, wrists, and feet exerted force, supporting a different Yu Xin with the stability of Mount Tai.
A drop of sweat fell from his chin, hitting an inch away from her upturned, flame-like red lips. Her lips curled slightly.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze. Only the crystal chandelier on the ceiling poured its light onto the two sculptural figures, announcing the end of this frenetic dance.