Young Master, How Am I Supposed to Live Without You!

"Damn it, you jerk, you tricked me again." Ning Tian spat lightly and could not help rolling her eyes at Han Yu, then tossed out another small pouch.

He weighed it in his hand with practiced familiarity, then put it into his Storage Soul Tool.

"Many thanks for your generous gifts, ladies. This Han is endlessly grateful."

Another two thousand Gold Soul Coins in the account. Beautiful.

"Bastard, you actually dared trick me!"

After hearing Ning Tian's explanation, Wu Feng felt like a clown. Her fiery temper instantly became impossible to suppress, and she could not help saying furiously.

"Your strength isn't bad. It's just that your brain doesn't work too well."

Han Yu smiled faintly and looked gratefully at the two little wealth-delivering maidens.

"Damn it, I want to duel you! Young Master, don't stop me."

As Wu Feng spoke, she started taking off her clothes. This was her last School Uniform; later, she would have to go and add two more.

Ning Tian's expression turned strange. She had not stopped her at all.

"Are you sure you want to duel me? The consequences could be very serious, you know?" A red light flashed through Han Yu's eyes, as if he were kindly reminding her.

"Come on, you think I'm scared of you?" Wu Feng had just finished speaking after taking off her clothes.

The surrounding students then saw a scene so shocking their jaws nearly dropped.

After taking off her clothes, Wu Feng seemed to freeze for a moment. Then a trace of confusion flashed through her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face, and she ran forward, soon arriving beside a pillar.

Under everyone's dazed gazes, Wu Feng actually hugged it just like that, then leaned her head against the pillar and said in a gentle voice, "Young Master, I don't care about those worldly opinions at all. As long as I can be with you, even if I suffer the Byakugan of everyone under heaven, I'm willing."

Then Wu Feng acted as if she were listening, nodding from time to time, a sweet smile appearing on her face.

After listening like that for a minute or two.

No one knew what had happened, but Wu Feng's expression suddenly became extremely grief-stricken. As she hugged the pillar tightly, she sobbed, "Young Master, don't go. How am I supposed to live without you?"

"Don't go, don't go."

Afterward, Wu Feng's body seemed to be struck by something, and she fell to the ground, her eyes blank.

She kept repeating that one sentence. "Don't go, don't go."

Seeing this, everyone's gazes instantly turned strange, sweeping back and forth between Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

Then they moved away from Han Yu with some fear.

The fat student's body trembled slightly, as if he could not accept it, and he could not help saying, "What's going on? Why did Wu Feng become like this?"

"She seems to have been controlled by Boss Han Yu. Her current state is very similar to that Dai Huabin's." The student with eyeglasses suddenly appeared behind the fat student, giving him a fright.

Mu Jin was also somewhat unable to figure out Ning Tian and Wu Feng's relationship at this moment. She helplessly shook her head. Young people really knew how to play. She could not help sighing that she was getting old.

"Seven Treasures, the second says: Release."

Just then, a somewhat embarrassed and angry voice rang out. Treasure light flowed in Ning Tian's hand, and she was actually holding a small tower in her palm.

As her words fell, a yellow light suddenly shot toward Wu Feng.

The yellow light sank into her body. Wu Feng trembled slightly and looked around with a blank gaze.

She murmured, "Huh? Why am I here? Wasn't I in a duel? Just now, that was?"

"Young Master, don't go!"

A fiery-red figure instantly pounced toward Ning Tian, lying on her body and sobbing softly.

Ning Tian's face turned green and white by turns, changing several times in the blink of an eye. She wanted to scold Wu Feng, but she could not quite bear to, so she simply waited for Wu Feng's crying to stop.

"Young Master, you didn't leave?" Wu Feng raised her head, opening her eyes that had become somewhat red and swollen from crying.

"Leave what? You fell into a trap! You were controlled by Han Yu, and then..." Ning Tian's annoyed voice sounded. Afterward, she told Wu Feng what had happened just now.

"Huh? You evil bastard! The teacher hadn't even called for the start, and you actually launched a sneak attack!"

After understanding that what had happened just now had not been real, Wu Feng's voice grew louder as well. She pointed at Han Yu and cursed him angrily.

"All's fair in war! If you're not convinced, I don't mind letting you experience the scene just now again, but I think you probably wouldn't be willing."

Han Yu blinked those bright, large eyes and reminded her.

"You!"

"Enough, Feng Mei, stop making trouble. You have to remember, we are only sisters." Ning Tian's somewhat warning voice rang out.

"Mm. I understand, Young Master." A trace of gloom flashed through Wu Feng's eyes. She also knew that her thoughts somewhat went against ethics, but she just could not help it. She just liked her.

"All right, disperse. All you know is how to watch the excitement. Are you training or not? Three months from now, during the assessment, if you're eliminated, I'd like to see what you'll do."

"Understood, Teacher Mu. We'll go train right now." The surrounding students scattered in a rush.

"Fatty, Eyeglasses, you two are still watching? Hurry up and get lost to train. Are you asking for a beating?" Mu Jin looked at the two rather mischievous students before her and said in exasperation.

Everyone else had left, yet these two were still secretly looking over. Did they really think she, a Soul Emperor, was just for show?

Han Yu looked at Mu Jin, who mingled so easily with the students, and felt a little admiration. Thinking back to a certain old woman who wore a mask, between the two, he liked Mu Jin a bit more.

It was good for a teacher to be strict, but if they were too strict, they would eventually crush their students.

After all, not everyone was a pressure monster like Huo Yuhao.

Afterward, Han Yu came to stand before the thing Mu Jin had named the "Soul Tool Bag." Looking at its familiar appearance, his eyes were complicated.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly punched out.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of muffled sounds rang out. "Really, unexpectedly useful!"

Han Yu discovered that this thing called the Soul Tool Bag had not shown even the slightest crack under his full-force bombardment, and he was slightly surprised.

When he struck it, ripples spread across the surface of the Soul Tool Bag, then dispersed more than half of his force.

"It should be made from the pelt of some unknown soul beast. It can actually absorb my strength. But no matter how much you can absorb, there's still a limit."

"Let me see where your limit is!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Muffled impacts rang out one after another. His storm of fists kept landing on the Soul Tool Bag, and ripples continuously emerged.

A moment later.

Huff, huff, huff!

"Badass."

Han Yu gently exhaled a breath of stale air. Looking at the Soul Tool Bag before him, which had not changed in the slightest, he slowly spat out two words.

Just then, Mu Jin slowly walked over.

"Student Han Yu, do you want to learn about soul tools?"

Mu Jin's expression was complicated. Then she gritted her teeth hard, as if she had made some decision.

"Soul tools?"

"Teacher Mu, you may not know this, but Zhou Yi, the homeroom teacher of Class One whom I injured, has a husband who belongs to the Soul Tool Department. Even if I want to learn, I'm afraid they wouldn't be willing to accept me."

Han Yu looked at Mu Jin somewhat surprised, not knowing why she had suddenly asked whether he was willing to learn about soul tools.