Surprise

"Song Feng? I've met him a few times!" Zhang Hupan naturally knew Song Feng, but he had no idea which generation of his disciple's disciples Song Feng belonged to.

"No way! You're such a young disciple of the Wudang Sect, yet you actually called Song Feng by his name!" Zhao Liya widened her beautiful eyes and cried out delicately as if she had discovered an alien.

It was no wonder she was so astonished. In the eyes of ordinary people, Song Feng was a martial arts master of extraordinary status. Just think about it—he was the second disciple of the Sect Leader of the Wudang Sect, one of the great martial arts sects of the present day. What an illustrious identity that was, to say nothing of his extraordinary martial arts!

"Is it that strange? The old Daoist who taught me martial arts has a very senior standing!" Zhang Hupan said with a smile, sounding somewhat mysterious. In fact, he really wasn't lying. Old Daoist Zhang Sanfeng's seniority in Wudang was indeed extremely high!

Now that Zhao Liya and Zhang Hupan had completely put their past grievances behind them, she had long since returned to her cheerful personality. She laughed so hard that her whole body trembled. In her eyes, how could anyone in Wudang possibly have a status higher than the Sect Leader's?

"Keep bragging! Do you think this is a martial arts novel? Any random old Daoist sweeping the floor is a senior of Wudang? You shameless little brat, be careful or I'll tell Uncle Song next time! Hmph!" In the end, she still glared at Zhang Hupan threateningly.

"Believe it or not!" Seeing that Zhao Liya clearly didn't believe him, Zhang Hupan was happy not to explain. How could he tell her that he was Zhang Sanfeng's disciple? If he did, she would probably want to send him straight to a psychiatric hospital!

Aside from being a little spoiled, Zhao Liya's nature was actually quite good. Since Zhang Hupan had displayed such superb martial arts, she naturally classified him as one of their kind, and had completely forgotten that she had seemed to bear a mortal grudge against him that morning. Of course, since the young girl had already forgotten what happened that morning, a cultivator who was over a hundred years old couldn't possibly keep remembering such trivial matters. Although Zhang Hupan had thought Zhao Liya's words that morning had wounded his pride, after spending time with her, he had already realized that she hadn't meant any harm. Besides, he had hugged her in the park and touched places he shouldn't have touched. He had already reclaimed all the hurt, with interest.

Thus, the two people who had barely spoken for nearly three months suddenly became friends who seemed closer than ever. The car was no longer speeding along; instead, it had taken on the feeling of a couple driving around together, moving slowly through Hangzhou's streets late at night. Zhao Liya's melodious laughter rang out from the car now and then. It seemed Zhang Hupan had finally learned how to deal with girls like Zhao Liya.

Of course, they talked most about martial arts. The deeper Zhao Liya's understanding became, the more shocked she was. She even began to believe that Zhang Hupan's master really was an extraordinary retired master of Wudang. The questions that had always confused her were practically childishly simple to Zhang Hupan. With only a little guidance from him, every problem was instantly solved. Zhao Liya was nearly led to believe that she was a martial arts idiot. The look she gave Zhang Hupan changed from admiration at the beginning to worship and astonishment in the end! What a joke. Zhang Hupan was a prodigy who could even be called a genius in the cultivation world, to say nothing of Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng had entered the Dao through martial arts. Although he would not dare claim to be number one in cultivation, when it came to understanding martial arts, he absolutely dared to challenge anyone. Otherwise, when he ascended, Zhang Sanfeng would never have arrogantly told Zhang Hupan that he could fight with all his strength as long as he did not encounter a Spirit Severing expert. Only Zhang Sanfeng in the entire world dared to make such a claim. One had to understand that in the cultivation world, being one realm apart was like being separated by a hundred thousand miles. Moreover, the gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Spirit Severing Stage was far more than just one or two realms. This showed how powerful Zhang Sanfeng's confidence was in entering the Dao through martial arts. Now, having a favored disciple of a supreme martial arts grandmaster explain some low-level martial arts principles, wouldn't it be as easy as lifting a hand? It was merely using a butcher's knife to slaughter a chicken.

"I wonder who's stronger, Zhang Hupan or Big Brother Shi?" The conclusion she had reached shocked Zhao Liya. Zhang Hupan's attainments in martial arts were absolutely greater than those of Shi Liwei, the outstanding young disciple of the Martial Arts Families whom she had always worshiped. If Zhang Hupan knew that Zhao Liya had compared a supreme martial arts grandmaster like him to a disciple of the Martial Arts Families, who knew whether his expression would remain as calm as it was now? Perhaps he would jump up and roar, "Damn it, that's a blatant insult! You're actually putting me in the same category as that piece of trash! If I weren't worried you wouldn't understand, I wouldn't bother explaining such a shallow principle to you. That was knowledge I had mastered when I was five!"

Of course, Zhang Hupan had no idea what Zhao Liya was thinking at that moment. He knew even less that, in Zhao Liya's eyes, the fact that he could be compared with Shi Liwei was utterly inconceivable.

"The Wudang Sect truly deserves to be the leader of the martial arts world. It really is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with talented people emerging one after another. Even some unknown young man is this powerful! Still, when Big Brother Shi returns after completing his studies, he may not lose to this blockhead!" In Zhao Liya's heart, the object of a girl's admiration during her youth was ultimately unbeatable. Yet for some reason, she faintly felt that even after returning from his studies, Big Brother Shi still wouldn't be able to defeat Zhang Hupan.

Time always passed especially quickly when one was with a beautiful woman. Although they had been discussing martial arts questions that were extremely childish to him, Zhang Hupan still couldn't help feeling regretful when the car stopped in front of the dormitory.

"We're here. Get out! Remember to wait at the school gate at seven sharp tomorrow. Don't make me wait for you again, or you'll regret it!" Zhao Liya pretended to look fierce and waved her delicate fist. Then, as if she had remembered Zhang Hupan's foolish expression, she burst out laughing and gave him another charming glare. "Remember, don't be late!"

Zhao Liya's deliberately fierce little-woman act and charming sidelong glance instantly captivated five or six of Zhang Hupan's seven souls. As the graceful Porsche disappeared into the distance, Zhang Hupan remained rooted to the spot, foolishly recalling that fleeting moment of beauty. In an instant, the astonishing beauty of his first meeting with Zhao Liya resurfaced vividly. Perhaps a person's first time experiencing something was always unforgettable! Even cultivators were no exception!

Sometimes, the world was simply full of coincidences. The luxury car and beautiful woman, as well as Zhang Hupan's good fortune with women, happened to be caught by Hu Zhiming and his group of lecherous friends, who had just returned from wandering around outside campus.

"Whoa!" Everyone swarmed over, grabbed Zhang Hupan by both arms without a word, and dragged him toward the dormitory! Zhang Hupan could only smile bitterly. Why was he so unlucky today? That morning, he had just been looked down on by a beauty, and after things had finally started to improve, he now had to endure a brutal interrogation by this pack of lechers!

Dormitory 203 was currently staging the most tragic torture in the human world.

"Little Brother!" Hu Zhiming shouted, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

"Present!" It was impossible to imagine that Chen Youmi's thin, small body could produce such a thunderous voice! It was equally impossible to imagine that someone so tiny could be so excited that he rolled up his sleeves, his eyes shining fiercely and his face looking utterly savage!

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(To be continued.)