Chapter Forty-One Surprise

"Song Feng, we've met a few times!" Zhang Hupan naturally recognized Song Feng, though he couldn't recall which generation of disciples he was.

"No way, you Wudang disciple, calling Song Feng by his name at such a young age!" Zhao Liya's beautiful eyes widened, and she exclaimed like she had discovered an alien.

It wasn't surprising she was so astonished. In the eyes of the secular world, Song Feng was an aloof martial arts master. Just imagine the status of the second disciple of the current Wudang Sect leader – it was incredibly prominent, not to mention his transcendent martial arts!

"Is it that strange? The old Taoist who taught me martial arts has a very high seniority!" Zhang Hupan said with a smile, sounding rather profound. In truth, Zhang Hupan wasn't lying; Old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng indeed held a very high seniority within Wudang!

Zhao Liya, having let go of her past grievances with Zhang Hupan, had long since regained her cheerful disposition. She giggled, her laughter shaking like blossoms. In her eyes, how could anyone in Wudang possibly outrank the Sect Leader?

"You're just bragging. Do you think this is a martial arts novel, where any old Taoist sweeping the floor is a Wudang elder? You impudent brat, be careful, I'll tell Uncle Song next time! Hmph!" She finished with a threatening glare at Zhang Hupan.

"Believe it or not!" Seeing Zhao Liya's disbelief, Zhang Hupan was happy to avoid explaining. Did he have to tell her he was Zhang Sanfeng's disciple? If he did, she'd probably think he needed to be sent to a mental hospital!

Apart from a bit of a spoiled, young lady's temper, Zhao Liya was actually quite good-natured. Since Zhang Hupan had displayed such exceptional martial arts skills, she naturally categorized him as one of her own kind, completely forgetting the seemingly irreconcilable hatred she felt towards him that morning. Of course, if the young lady herself didn't remember the morning's events, a cultivator master of a hundred years couldn't possibly dwell on such trivial matters. Even though Zhang Hupan had felt his pride wounded by Zhao Liya's words that morning, after interacting with her, he understood that she wasn't malicious. Besides, they had hugged in the park, touched where they shouldn't have, and all the hurt had been repaid with interest.

And so, the two, who hadn't spoken for nearly three months, seemed to have become the closest of friends. The car no longer sped along, but rather drove like a couple out for a scenic ride, cruising slowly through the Hangzhou streets late at night. Zhao Liya's pleasant laughter occasionally filled the car, showing that Zhang Hupan had finally learned how to handle girls like her.

Naturally, they talked most about martial arts. The deeper their understanding, the more shocked Zhao Liya became. She even started to believe that Zhang Hupan's master was truly an unfathomably talented, reclusive Wudang expert. The problems that had always puzzled her were, to Zhang Hupan, almost embarrassingly simple. With just a little guidance from him, all her questions were instantly resolved. It made Zhao Liya almost believe she was a martial arts prodigy, her gaze shifting from admiration to pure worship and awe. It was no joke; he was a prodigy even in the cultivation world. Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng himself had entered the Dao through martial arts. While Zhang Sanfeng wouldn't claim to be the best in cultivation, his understanding of martial arts was second to none. Otherwise, Zhang Sanfeng wouldn't have arrogantly told Zhang Hupan before his ascension that he could fight anyone as long as they weren't in the Spirit Severing realm. Only Zhang Sanfeng in the entire world would dare to make such a boast, considering the vast difference between realms in the cultivation world. The gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Spirit Severing realm was not a simple matter of one or two stages. This showed Zhang Sanfeng's immense confidence in his path of entering the Dao through martial arts. Now, with the proud disciple of a martial arts grandmaster explaining some basic martial arts questions, it was as easy as flipping a hand, a mere display of skill.

"I wonder who's stronger, Zhang Hupan or Brother Shi?" The conclusion she reached surprised Zhao Liya greatly. Zhang Hupan's martial arts attainments were definitely superior to Shi Liwei, the pride of the young disciples from martial arts families, whom she had always admired. If Zhang Hupan knew that Zhao Liya was comparing him to a martial arts grandmaster and a scion of a martial arts family, he might not remain as calm as he was now. He might have exploded in anger, saying, "Damn it, this is pure insult! Comparing me to that trash? If I weren't afraid you wouldn't understand, I wouldn't be explaining such superficial principles to you. This is my five-year-old knowledge!"

Of course, Zhang Hupan was unaware of Zhao Liya's thoughts at this moment, nor did he know how incredible it was for Zhao Liya to even compare him to Shi Liwei.

"Wudang truly lives up to its reputation as the leader of the martial world, with hidden talents and outstanding individuals. Even an unknown young man is this formidable! However, when Brother Shi returns from his training, he might not necessarily lose to this blockhead!" In Zhao Liya's heart, her childhood idol was ultimately invincible. Yet, for some reason, she had a nagging feeling that even if Brother Shi returned from his training, he still wouldn't be able to defeat Zhang Hupan.

Time always flew by when spent with a beautiful woman. Although they were discussing martial arts issues that were extremely rudimentary from his perspective, Zhang Hupan couldn't help but sigh with regret as the car pulled up to the dormitory entrance.

"We're here, get out! Remember to be at the school gate tomorrow at seven sharp, don't make me wait for you, or you'll be sorry!" Zhao Liya put on a fierce expression and shook her small fist. Then, as if remembering Zhang Hupan's clueless look, she chuckled and gave him another charming glare, "Don't be late!"

Zhao Liya's feigned fierce, girlish demeanor and her charming glare instantly captivated Zhang Hupan, leaving him dazed. As the elegant Porsche sped away, Zhang Hupan remained standing there, lost in memories of that beautiful moment. In an instant, the stunning impression he had when he first met Zhao Liya vividly returned. One's first encounter is often unforgettable, even for cultivators!

Sometimes, fate works in mysterious ways. Beautiful women and luxurious cars – Zhang Hupan's good fortune was precisely caught by Hu Zhiming and his group of lecherous friends returning from wandering outside campus.

"Whoa!" They swarmed him, unceremoniously hoisting Zhang Hupan's arms and dragging him towards the dormitory! Zhang Hupan let out a wry smile. Why was he so unlucky today? He had been looked down upon by a beauty in the morning, and just when things were looking up, he had to face the harsh interrogation of these perverts!

Dormitory 203 was currently the scene of the most brutal interrogation in the human world.

"Kid!" Hu Zhiming yelled with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Here!" It was truly unimaginable that Chen Youmi's slender frame could produce such a loud voice! It was also unimaginable that such a small person could excitedly roll up his sleeves, his eyes gleaming fiercely, with a ferocious expression!

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