Xia Feng, would you like to become my direct disciple?"
"Huh?"
Xia Feng was taken aback. "Ms. Fu, aren't I already your student?"
"What I'm talking about is a direct disciple."
Freya tied up her wine-red hair simply and let it hang over one shoulder. She patted Xia Feng on the shoulder, her expression devoid of the indifferent killing intent from the battle, and her smile was warm, "Xia Feng, if you're willing to become my student, I promise to make you a Third Rank Spirit Master before you graduate~"
Before graduation? That would still take three years...
Xia Feng felt that if he pushed Mu Qingtong hard enough, he could become a Third Rank Spirit Master in two years... no, maybe just one year. Did he still need a teacher?
"Um... Ms. Fu, I think I need to consider it a bit more..."
"Hm?"
The red-haired woman frowned slightly, clearly not expecting Xia Feng to refuse. However, her smile grew even warmer, "Xia Feng, how much longer do you need to consider?"
Her gentle whisper entered his ears and Xia Feng's hair stood on end. He looked up slightly, his gaze meeting the woman's affectionate and mild eyes. But what he saw in his pupils appeared to be a blazing lioness that blocked out the sky, her terrifying vertical pupils looming over him.
Xia Feng quickly stepped back, flashing a polite smile, "Teacher, you're too close."
"..."
"Good willpower," Freya huffed, stepping back but still maintaining a gentle smile, "Then Xia Feng, take a few more days to consider. Don't rush to reply, and don't feel bad about rejecting your teacher. After all, Ms. Fu is very understanding~~"
You'd better be!
"Well then, let's continue with the lesson. You pick a classmate to come up."
Freya reverted to her stern and indifferent demeanor, her authoritative gaze sweeping over the classroom.
Xia Feng casually pointed to someone and then returned to his seat.
But as soon as he settled down, he sensed a resentful little gaze.
He turned his head with a smile, "Hey, my good daughter, why are you looking at daddy like that?"
Mushroom was grinding her back teeth almost to bits, staring sullenly at Xia Feng, "Out with it, what else do you have that I don't know about?"
"Well, there is one secret, but I can't tell you just yet." Xia Feng didn't want to keep lying to his good brother, his face sincere.
"Another secret?" Mushroom glanced suspiciously at Xia Feng's lower abdomen with wide imagination, "You wouldn't happen to be a woman, would you?"
As she spoke, her hand reached out instinctively.
"Whoa, what are you doing!" Xia Feng hurriedly swatted away her hand, shocked, "I thought you were my brother, and you want to take advantage of me?!"
"Tsk—" Mushroom pursed the corner of her mouth, her beautiful eyes drooping behind her black-framed glasses as she scrutinized Xia Feng, muttering, "I didn't think so before, but now that I look at you, if you dressed up as a woman, you'd definitely be very pretty! How about it, Feng, want to try cross-dressing? I'll pay you for it!"
The more she talked, the brighter her eyes got. Xia Feng hung his eyelids and slapped her face away with a palm of his hand, "Get lost!"
"Mmmmm~~" Being too short, Mushroom resembled a newly sprouted potato under Xia Feng's palming face, a tuft of hair bouncing on top of her head.
Her sincere big eyes blinked through the gaps between Xia Feng's fingers and she reached out five fingers, "Fifty thousand for one time!"
Xia Feng's eyes widened, in disbelief, "Are you insulting my dignity? Am I, Xia Feng, that kind of person?"
"One hundred thousand, I can't offer more than one hundred thousand! This is a friendship price because you are my 'brother' from the opposite sex!" She raised both hands, fingers splayed out.
"One... hundred thousand? Well, not that I'm not... pah!"
Xia Feng continued to press her face away from him, his gaze firm with a cold laugh, "Let me tell you, I, your father, see money as dirt, don't expect to make me bow with your filthy money!"
Cough—Of course, the main reason was that he was about to die, and money and possessions were all extraneous to him at this point. He'd better focus on getting Evil Power to extend his heart activity!
Mushroom wanted to say something more, but the bell rang for class to end.
Xia Feng patted Mushroom's little head and stood up, "I have to go, got something to do."
"Eh? Wait, where are you going? We agreed to eat together!"
"I need to find Mu Qingtong for something," Xia Feng waved his hand, leaving only his back to her.
Mushroom looked resentful, "Hmph, got a girlfriend and forgot about your brothers, damn dog!"
*
"Where is she?"
Standing in the bustling corridor, Xia Feng helplessly rubbed his forehead. Could this woman be a rabbit? Just when he wasn't paying attention, she disappeared.
Luckily, he had gotten Mu Qingtong's mobile number yesterday.
[Xia Feng: Where are you? Need to talk to you.]
He sent a text message, and quickly got a reply.
[Experience Bag: Weiyang Square.]
"Click-clack—"
Right then, a pair of cool strappy high heels lightly approached, and Xia Feng looked up.
Cha Naixue's eyebrows and eyes were gentle and indifferent, and her purple pupils were smiling, "Xia Feng, are you free to talk?"
"Buzz~"
Xia Feng looked down at his phone.
[Experience Bag: You have five minutes, don't make me wait.]
So full of yourself... Xia Feng grumbled to himself, put away his phone in a hurry, turned to go downstairs, and while turning back, he waved his hand and said quickly, "I've got something urgent to take care of, let's chat another time, okay?"
Cha Naixue was about to speak when her words got stuck in her throat, stunned, she watched the man's retreating figure hurry away, her lips pressed tightly, silent for a long time.
Xia Feng followed the crowd down the stairs, and after only a few steps, he saw a sleek black car glide up like a ghost—
The car door opened gently.
In the elegantly luxurious rear seat, the woman was wearing a deep black dress, with her legs crossed and leaning lazily. She turned her head to look with a faint smile, "Get in."
Classic you, Destructive Witch, always making an entrance with style, Xia Feng got into the car neatly.
The car door closed, and he looked over, seeing a pink-haired maid in the driver's seat, her hands crossed over her chest, resting with closed eyes.
"She's my personal maid, you can call her 'Fei'."
Xia Feng continued to curiously inspect the car's luxurious interior, this being his first encounter with such an expensive floating car. Forgive his curiosity, he gently touched a magical floating sphere on the armrest.
"This is a weapon that absorbs Spiritual Pressure. If touched for too long, it can drain the Spiritual Pressure of a low-level Spirit Master."
Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, silently withdrew his hand, and curbed his curiosity as he turned back.
The woman's elegantly crossed legs were framed in black, the delicate white calves leading to heels that dangled precariously on her shining toes, swaying back and forth.
She leaned her cheek on her hand, a strand of silver hair falling along her cheek, her beautiful eyes puzzled, "Mr. Xia, I'm very curious if your strength comes from your own natural talent or if you've borrowed power from something like an Evil God?"
"..."
Why does everyone say I worshiped an Evil God? Do I look like the son of an Evil God? Xia Feng, indignant, replied, "Miss Mu, you can question my integrity, but not my talent!"
He smiled with mysterious confidence, "I'm not bragging, but however fast you think I can cultivate, I can do it!"
"As for an Evil God? As a law-abiding citizen of the Empire, how could I be involved with such a thing?"
"Oh? Is that so...?" Mu Qingtong's delicate eyebrows lifted, and her gaze shifted to the maid in the front seat.
The pink-haired maid opened her eyes, the red glow in her eyes dissipating, and she nodded expressionlessly, "All true."
"???"
Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, well, she can detect lies, this Lao Liu!
But luckily, he wasn't exactly lying.
The Evil Demon Heart had become a core organ of his body, allowing him to keep up with Mu Qingtong's strength at all times. Rounding that up, didn't it mean Mu Qingtong's talent was his talent too...
Very clever!
Yes, that's right, I'm a genius! Xia Feng brainwashed himself continuously.
All true, huh... Mu Qingtong felt a complex mixture of emotions inside her, as lazy confidence in her golden eyes gradually brightened. So, there actually was a genius like her in this world!
Suddenly, she felt ashamed and disgusted with her previously smug and arrogant self.
But more than that, there was an unprecedented sense of reassurance, the reassurance of finding someone of her kind, a rival, a purpose in life.
Though somewhat excited, her face still maintained a soft and gentle smile, "So, Mr. Xia, why did you come to find me today?"