Her delicate, curvaceous figure, combined with her flushed, wine-red face, radiated an irresistible charm. She gasped softly, her voice laced with moans. If Ye Chenfeng hadn't made progress in his spiritual realm and sent a burst of cold energy to her mind to wake her up, she would have succumbed to her intoxication.
Did I say that out loud? Better to ignore it.
On the other end of the phone, Tang Yue's expression darkened at Ye Chenfeng's unintentional comment.
"In heat? Are you serious?! I was sabotaged!" she snapped, her tone deadly.
Ye Chenfeng, unfazed, found amusement in teasing her further. Lowering his voice to a dark, playful tone, he said, "Do you remember who saved you? But no hard feelings. In this world, there are many who forget acts of kindness."
Tang Yue, momentarily speechless, found herself caught off guard by his playful provocation. Despite the jest, she appreciated his self-control during her moment of weakness; she was well aware of the allure she possessed.
But, of course, there was always that one mischievous student.
Mo Fan: Wasn't it you who started it?
"Right now, the Lingyin Temple Tribunal is pursuing members of the Black Church. We and several other groups are strictly monitoring their movements, but some will slip through the cracks and may target you. I've been assigned by the Tribunal to—"
"Are there high-level mages?" Ye Chenfeng interjected, aware of the risk. Just like those who were convinced he had the Holy Earth Spring, the temptation could push someone to act recklessly.
True, there was a risk, but he was confident. After this winter break, once he broke through with the space and shadow systems, that last threat would disappear.
"High-level? The Tribunal won't allow that. They'd be dealt with immediately if found," Tang Yue assured him.
"So, no high-level mages?"
"Right. The high-level ones are being closely monitored."
Tang Yue thought Ye Chenfeng was fearful, so she added with resolve, "Even if there were, I'd protect you."
"Have you reached advanced level?" he asked flatly.
"...No."
Then what's the point? Ye Chenfeng shook his head. If she was only at the intermediate level like him, her protection wouldn't make a difference. Looking at his pile of magical artifacts, he smirked. If anything, he might end up protecting her.
"I don't need it. Go guard Mo Fan. He might need it."
"Why? Aren't you all in the Magic City? I'll keep an eye on both of you."
"Because I am stronger than you, in cultivation and in resources." He hung up, ready to resume his training.
Tang Yue stared at the phone in disbelief. He hung up again?
Shaking her head, she muttered, "Fine, I'll check on Mo Fan first."
Time passed swiftly, and before long, it was the new semester.
Ye Chenfeng's life had taken on a relaxed pace. He frequently visited the second floor of the Qingtian Hunting House, scanning through exclusive intel and keeping up with significant events. It was a world filled with intrigue, where each new case expanded his knowledge like a blade sharpening his senses. Over two months, his reputation for military-grade magical weapons had spread, with orders coming in hot and fast at 600,000 yuan apiece—well below the official price of 699,000. The military's approach to procurement was amusingly pragmatic: buy, resell, and use the profits to fund larger purchases.
Naturally, Ye Chenfeng benefited from the system's quirks, but the scheme eventually drew attention from higher-ups who swiftly shut it down.
Still, Ye Chenfeng's wealth continued to grow, while Zhao Manyan, true to his charismatic nature, charmed every girl who crossed his path, leaving none unscathed.
Ye Chenfeng mused that perhaps it was time for him to explore romantic prospects too. After all, it seemed almost obligatory for a time traveler to indulge in such pursuits. But for now, he decided he'd wait until he was powerful enough to take what he wanted—feelings could come later.
When he arrived at the Qingtian Hunting House, he saw Lingling, glued to her computer as usual. She glanced up without moving, smirking. "Street urchin, here to mooch again?"
Old Man Bao chuckled, appreciating the liveliness Ye Chenfeng brought. Lingling, unbothered by his antics, signaled for him to hand over his contact information after recalling she didn't have it.
But now, with the tasks behind him, Ye Chenfeng knew it was time to earn his keep and assist with the missions.
No longer taking Old Man Bao's warnings seriously, Ye Chenfeng felt invincible. Only significant power could pose a threat, and even if it came, he believed he was ready.
Looking ahead, Ye Chenfeng planned. Once he developed a magic cannon and solidified his position in the military as a leading innovator, he'd be unstoppable—like the reincarnation of Musk himself.
With renewed purpose, he prepared for the next adventure: West Lake awaited.