Hero Saves Beauty

Ning Rongrong took Zhu Zhuqing's hand and quickly hurried after them.

"If Master gets too excited by the gold coins later and wanders off somewhere, I'll be heartbroken!"

Both women could clearly feel their dependence on Ye Feiyang, and a certain indescribable affection for him, growing with each passing day.

Even Xiao Wu, who only came to freeload meals occasionally, looked at Master with eyes clearly harboring ill intentions.

However, they didn't seem to mind too much, because they could sense that in Master's eyes, he only wanted to take Xiao Wu as his disciple.

But what Ning Rongrong didn't know was that the sensation she caused tonight when she revealed her evolved Nine Revolution Exquisite Pagoda Martial Soul in the Soul Arena far exceeded imagination.

A top-priority piece of intelligence was currently speeding towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

After their figures disappeared at the end of the passage, a hidden figure suddenly emerged from the shadows.

It was Tang San.

He didn't even have the courage to come out and take Xiao Wu away from that man, or to question anything.

All his anger, unwillingness, and jealousy were suppressed deep within his heart, festering and turning sour.

Before, he hadn't recognized his feelings for Xiao Wu, only thinking it was sibling affection.

But now, when he clearly realized how much he liked Xiao Wu.

When he recognized himself and wanted to confess his feelings to her, he despaired to find that the Xiao Wu who had always been obedient and compliant to him was gone.

All that remained for him were increasingly frequent rejections, impatient glances, and a receding figure.

His heart was filled with anxiety and unbearable pain.

Why? Why did he have to meet Ye Feiyang here of all places?

Why was Shrek Academy directly opposite Supreme Academy?

He didn't even notice that the malevolence radiating from him was growing stronger and stronger.

Just then, a hand fell heavily on his shoulder.

"Who?"

Tang San abruptly turned his head, his eyes as cold as ice, his face contorted with ferocity, startling the person behind him.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the almost unfamiliar appearance of his disciple, his heart filled with shock. How had Xiao San become like this?

"Xiao San, it's me!"

Yu Xiaogang suppressed the storm in his heart and said in a deep voice.

He knew Tang San was in a terrible mood and had seen him hiding here, peeking at Xiao Wu and the others.

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you."

Tang San paused, quickly concealing his outward emotions, but the gloom in his eyes could not dissipate.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head, "Come back with me."

"Master, but I..."

"Come back with me!" Yu Xiaogang emphasized, his voice stern.

Tang San dared not disobey his Master any longer, so he could only lower his head and silently follow behind Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang remained silent the entire way, his brow furrowed, thinking heavily about how to counsel Tang San.

Ye Feiyang collected the gold coins he had won from betting, a total of eight thousand.

Because it was Zhu Zhuqing's debut, the odds were quite favorable.

"Hahaha~ I'm rich, I'm rich! This is the first time in my life I've been this wealthy!"

With the huge sum of eight thousand gold coins in his arms, he laughed like a child over 200 months old, his innocent pride unconcealed.

The three women watched from the side, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Xiao Wu also received two hundred gold coins and inexplicably felt a sense of shared joy with Ye Feiyang.

Ning Rongrong felt a pang of heartache. Master was so happy for just eight thousand gold coins; it seemed she hadn't spent enough money on him usually, preventing him from smiling more.

As for Zhu Zhuqing, the iceberg in her heart had long since melted into spring water, silently surrounding him and gently permeating his every being.

"Master, everyone's gone, let's go back too," she reminded him softly.

"Hahaha~ I promised to treat you all to a late-night snack! No one is allowed to fight over paying, or I'll laugh..."

Ye Feiyang laughed as he led the way out.

The four of them walked out of the Soul Arena, laughing and chatting. As the saying goes, fate brings people together...

They ran into the receptionist, who had just finished her shift and was walking alone on the quiet street.

Ye Feiyang looked at her retreating figure and suddenly remembered something.

He didn't know if it would happen tonight, and he hesitated for a moment whether to go forward and warn her.

As he hesitated, a chubby figure quietly followed her from a dark corner.

Ye Feiyang's eyes narrowed. If that was the case, it should be tonight.

Even though he knew the receptionist wouldn't be in any real danger, since it involved someone from Shrek Academy, he couldn't help but want to get involved.

"Uh, what do you guys want to eat?" he suddenly asked.

"Anything is fine, Master. You decide," Zhu Zhuqing replied.

"Alright then, it's still early. Let's stroll around before we eat."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. She loved this part.

Without anyone noticing, she reached out and linked her arm with Ye Feiyang's, then smugly raised her eyebrows at Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu.

Ye Feiyang was focused on the distant commotion and didn't notice Ning Rongrong's small gesture.

It didn't matter to him that she was holding his arm. In fact, occasionally brushing against her soft form was quite comfortable.

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to step forward a few times but ultimately didn't reach out, thanks to her damned pride.

Xiao Wu was also eager to act, but she ultimately gave up because she felt she had no standing.

She had been struggling internally for a long time: the one-month deadline was fast approaching.

Once they left, she would never taste his delicious cooking again, nor would she see the man who haunted her dreams.

She forced herself to make a choice: would she choose the Third Brother who had accompanied her for six years, or would she follow this man who had captured her entire heart?

Unknowingly, Ye Feiyang's importance in her heart had quietly surpassed Tang San's.

Coupled with Ning Rongrong's daily brainwashing theories, she now felt that Tang San had ulterior motives towards her.

How could this be?

So, she deliberately kept her distance, letting the gap widen.

The girls each harbored their own thoughts, while Ye Feiyang consciously led the way.

Unbeknownst to them, the four of them had walked into a secluded street.

Then, a dramatic scene unfolded.

Ye Feiyang grinned and motioned for everyone to be quiet: "The show is about to begin. Don't make a sound."

Following his gaze, they saw three figures: one sneaky, one shifty, and the third was the charming receptionist.

"Master, it's that receptionist! She seems to be being followed," Zhu Zhuqing said, her tone suspicious.

She had ample reason to suspect that her Master had anticipated all of this and had deliberately used their stroll as an excuse to bring them here.

After all, similar coincidences had happened many times before.

Xiao Wu looked around, feeling that she wasn't on the same wavelength as them.

This sense of disconnect made her feel suffocated, as if she were always an outsider.

Well, she was, in fact, still an outsider at the moment.

"That's right,"

Ye Feiyang lowered his voice, "See that creepy guy in the hat? He's a Soul Ancestor."

"Little Zhuqing, want to spar with him?"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes ignited with fighting spirit: "Master, I can!"

Just as she was about to act, Ye Feiyang gently stopped her: "Wait a moment. Acting now would be improper and unjustified."

Rescuing her now wouldn't achieve the optimal effect of a hero saving the damsel.

If he were to intervene, he had to maximize the benefits. With this debt of gratitude, it would be reasonable to have the receptionist treat them to a late-night snack, right?

Ye Feiyang chuckled inwardly: Hahaha~ I'm a genius. I can save another sum of gold coins!

"Master, that fatty with red hair is here too. What is he trying to do?"

Ning Rongrong asked in a low voice, "He doesn't seem to be with that creepy guy, does he?"

Finally, there was a topic Xiao Wu could join in on. She quickly chimed in: "I know, I know! This fatty is pursuing the receptionist. He probably discovered someone with ill intentions and secretly followed to play the role of a protector!"

Ye Feiyang knew all of this but pretended to be surprised: "Oh? Is that so?"

His eyes rolled, and he looked at Ning Rongrong with a mischievous grin: "Little Rongrong, don't you have a grudge against that fatty? Want to beat that fatty up?"

He mused inwardly: I can't let him interfere and steal a share of the credit for nothing.

It was inconvenient for Xiao Wu to make a move on Ma Hongjun, but Ning Rongrong had no such reservations; they were already rivals.

Ning Rongrong had long wanted to teach that lecherous guy a lesson. She raised her eyebrows, eager: "Just watch, Master. I'll beat him until he's begging for mercy! I'll make him pay..."

Xiao Wu, watching the two of them coordinate their tasks, felt a pang of anxiety: What about me? What am I supposed to do?

Once again, she deeply felt her exclusion because she wasn't from Supreme Academy.

She could never break into the inner circle.

After a fierce internal struggle, she finally made up her mind: choosing this man who knew her inside and out, who was powerful and had promised to protect her, was clearly a more worthwhile commitment.

In front of him, she didn't need to pretend or be cautious.

It was time to make her choice.

She secretly resolved to find an opportunity to talk to Ye Feiyang alone.

Seeing that the time was right, Ye Feiyang reminded them, "Little Zhuqing, it's your turn to go on stage! Little Rongrong, go tie up that fatty and don't let him pop out and ruin things!"

The two women exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit understanding.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure melted into the darkness like a ghost, her dark attribute making her feel right at home in this environment.

Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, walked out boldly, seemingly casually blocking Ma Hongjun, who was about to rush out to play the hero and save the damsel.

"Fatty, you're sneaking around, you must be up to no good! Come on, I'll take you to see the officials!"

Ma Hongjun was startled by Ning Rongrong's sudden appearance.

He cursed inwardly: See officials, my ass. Is this woman crazy?

He usually avoided people from Supreme Academy, and he never expected that the chance to perform he had finally waited for would be ruined by this young lady again.

With his good deed ruined, his resentment towards Ning Rongrong deepened. He glared at her fiercely and turned to slip away.

"Trying to leave? You must have a guilty conscience! I'm definitely taking you to see the officials today, you lecherous pervert!"

Ma Hongjun was completely enraged. Looking around, he saw only her. His malice surged: A support-type Soul Master dares to be so arrogant?

"You won't let me leave? You asked for this!"

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing had quietly appeared beside the front desk lady like an elf of the night.

The lady was already paralyzed with fear and slumped on the ground, her face full of terror.

She thought she was doomed tonight. She had just found someone she liked, and was she going to lose her virtue like this?

The thought of being violated by such a perverted man sent a shiver down her spine.

In her despair, someone descended from the heavens, and she even recognized her – a disciple of that handsome man!

"How is it you? Thank you for saving me! So, is your Master here?"

Zhu Zhuqing was speechless. At a time like this, she was still thinking about her Master?

"Heh heh heh..."

A lewd laugh interrupted her. "What a great figure, those breasts are enough for me to play with for a year! I'm so lucky today, two perfect specimens came one after another."

The stalker was none other than the perverted uncle, Bu Le.

His Martial Soul was also incredibly lewd: Heavenly Silk Double Cover.

A pink piece of women's intimate apparel.

This person was truly an oddity; his Martial Soul basically dictated his perverted path.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw that the Martial Soul was a pink undergarment, and that this man was wearing it on his head, she felt utterly disgusted.

Did Master come all this way specifically to act as a knight-errant?

Looking at this perverted man, he had probably done many such wicked deeds.

"If your eyes can't see properly, I'll help you gouge them out later." Zhu Zhuqing, uncharacteristically, made a fierce threat. She was truly disgusted.

Her Martial Soul instantly attached itself to her. Without looking back, she said to the front desk lady, "Hurry and go! The street corner ahead, my Master is there."

Upon hearing this, the lady instantly lost her fear. She scrambled up and sprinted towards the street corner at a hundred-meter-dash pace, even losing her high heels.

Zhu Zhuqing, meanwhile, had already engaged Bu Le in battle.

Xiao Wu looked at the battles on both sides and felt that this might be a good opportunity to speak with Ye Feiyang alone.

Just as she mustered the courage to confess, before she could even speak, the front desk lady rushed over like a gust of wind, directly interrupting her words.

Ugh, what a shame!

Seeing Xiao Wu frown, Ye Feiyang, knowing her active nature, thought she also wanted to fight and said, "Xiao Wu, I know you're itching for a fight too. Why don't you go help Zhuqing?"

Xiao Wu nodded dejectedly, though she would have preferred to stay by his side.

She cast an unhappy glance at the lady who was about to throw herself into Ye Feiyang's arms, ruining her good deed!

After she joined Zhu Zhuqing's fight, the front desk lady, overwhelmed by shock, successfully threw herself into Ye Feiyang's arms.

"Wuwuwu~ Thank you, I almost, I almost..." she sobbed, trembling all over.

Her heart pounded. She had embraced him, embraced him! His firm muscles felt so secure.

Ye Feiyang could have dodged, but he felt that a frightened woman needed comfort more.

Having lived two lives, he had never seen anyone so forward and was secretly amused.

He had to admit, this woman's figure was indeed good, and she felt soft.

Alas, should he push her away?

Though he thought so, his hands seemed to have a mind of their own. He had already gently placed them on her back, even patting her twice subconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you're safe now."

He comforted her in a gentle voice, with a hint of teasing, "Isn't it funny? You helped me during the day, and I helped you at night. Now we're even."

He could feel the person in his arms' heart beating faster and her cheeks flushing with an abnormal redness.

He quickly pushed her away slightly and asked, "Do you have a fever?"

When the front desk lady was pushed away by him and heard this straight-man remark, she felt a surge of frustration. She couldn't help but complain inwardly: So unromantic!

She wasn't burning with fever, she was burning with lust.