True Colors

Lin Feng mercilessly slapped himself, the sound crisp and loud.

"Look not upon indecency! Lin Feng, what the hell are you thinking?" he cursed under his breath, his face burning.

This was the senior disciple he had picked out for himself!

How could he entertain such filthy thoughts? He was worse than a beast!

"Tsk, looks like I need to find myself a wife first. Otherwise, I'll keep getting distracted all day and have to solve my problems by hand..."

He rapidly ran through a list of potential disciples who met both his recruitment standards and his standards for looks and figure.

Then he ruled them all out.

Those who were taken or otherwise unsuitable aside, there really were not many left who met his requirements.

"Huh?"

A thought suddenly popped into his head. "Other people can marry Soul Beasts, so why can't I?"

Thinking of the tangled, inseparable relationships between generations of the Tang Family and Soul Beasts, his train of thought immediately opened up.

"If I'm getting married, I should obviously marry the very best! Let me properly research some promising prospects..."

He immersed himself in researching his future wife.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked softly.

Zhu Zhuqing emerged after changing her clothes.

She was still dressed in her signature black skintight outfit, which perfectly outlined the maiden's graceful figure.

Her wet black hair draped over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking to her fair neck, lending her an even more alluring charm.

Lin Feng's gaze involuntarily stuck to her. The hazy silhouette from earlier overlapped with the crystal-clear sight before him, and an even stronger surge of heat rushed toward his lower abdomen.

"Damn it..."

He cursed inwardly and forcibly suppressed his churning blood.

"This eighteen-year-old body is really a headache!"

Zhu Zhuqing was still clutching her bloodstained, ruined old clothes, intending to find somewhere to throw them away.

When she looked up, she met Lin Feng's blazing gaze. Her cheeks instantly flushed again, and embarrassment had her toes curling.

She hurriedly hid the torn clothes behind her back, her eyes darting away.

"C-could you stop looking at me like that..." Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.

"Also, thank you so much for helping me shake off my pursuers and treating my injuries."

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

"I will definitely repay this kindness someday. I-I'll leave now, and you can keep this room."

Spend the night alone in the same room as a strange man she had known for barely half a day?

The very thought made her feel uncomfortable all over.

If she had not been covered in sticky, unbearable blood and grime earlier, she might even have refused to bathe here.

Leave?

A teasing curve lifted at the corner of Lin Feng's lips.

He had not gone through all this effort just to hear a weightless thank-you and some promise of future repayment.

What he wanted to hear was one word: Master!

"Leave?" he drawled.

"Where do you plan to go? Am I really that frightening?"

"Or do you think saving your life and treating your injuries are worth only a few Gold Coins in repayment?"

Zhu Zhuqing was forced half a step back by his words. She shook her head repeatedly. "No! That's not it! You misunderstand! I never thought that!"

She simply found this ambiguous and awkward atmosphere unbearably uncomfortable.

Honestly, if she really left, where could she go? She was completely lost.

"Oh? Then tell me, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Give me a reasonable explanation."

Zhu Zhuqing opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.

What could she say? That his gaze felt too aggressive?

That being alone in a room with a strange man felt dangerous?

That would sound more like accusing the man who had saved her life. She held it in until her eyes began to redden.

Seeing the maiden's embarrassed yet stubborn expression, Lin Feng laughed.

"I've never liked forcing people to do things. Do you want to Become Stronger?"

"I can help you. Would you consider becoming my Disciple?"

Inwardly, he furiously complained about that damned "mutual consent"...

How much easier would it be if he could just suppress her by force!

Why care whether she was willing or not? As long as he achieved his goal, that was enough, wasn't it?

The words Become Stronger struck straight at Zhu Zhuqing's deepest desire!

Her body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with bitterness and helplessness.

"I-I want to Become Stronger. I really do!"

"But there are things I absolutely must do. I know this little bit can't repay you, but I truly have nothing else right now..."

As she spoke, she felt wronged again. Her voice began to choke up, and tears welled in her eyes.

"As long as you agree to become my Disciple, helping you will be a master's duty. It will be only natural. Talking about repayment after that would be far too distant."

"I'm a level seventy-nine Soul Saint. I should be qualified to be your master, shouldn't I?"

Zhu Zhuqing abruptly raised her head.

"A level seventy-nine Soul Saint?"

Her Cat Eyes instantly widened, filled with utter disbelief!

The man before her looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, barely older than she was!

Even after training with all her strength, she was only in her twenties in level. How could he be a level seventy-nine Soul Saint?

How was that possible?

Perhaps sensing the doubt in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, Lin Feng said no more.

With a thought, Soul Power surged around him. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven Soul Rings flickering with different lights appeared one after another!

Zhu Zhuqing held her breath. Her cool Cat Eyes widened unconsciously as she stared fixedly at the seven Soul Rings.

Her small mouth hung slightly open, her soft pink lips looking especially enticing in her shock.

"Well?"

Lin Feng raised his chin. "You believe me now, right? I wasn't lying to you."

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's slightly parted pink lips, Lin Feng inexplicably wanted to put something inside them.

He shook his head and suppressed the dangerous thought.

"Lin Feng..."

Zhu Zhuqing asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen." Lin Feng raised a brow and answered without hesitation.

"Oh, right," he added as if he had only just realized something. "You meant my age, right?"

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback by the question. "Yes! What else did you think I was asking?"

"Oh, oh, I almost misunderstood..."

"Then that's also eighteen."

"..." Zhu Zhuqing felt the veins at her temple twitch.

She hated people with no sense of boundaries!

Was it really reliable to have this guy as her teacher?

An eighteen-year-old level seventy-nine Soul Saint—how had he done it?

She was so jealous!

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing sink into a long silence, Lin Feng did not press her step by step this time.

If he pushed too hard, he was afraid he would make her cry again.

He could roughly guess what Zhu Zhuqing was struggling over.

Weren't they at the Rose Hotel right now?

She had not run into that horny Golden Retriever today, but they would meet tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

When that happened, he would let her see with her own eyes what kind of man the Fiancé she had been pursuing so single-mindedly truly was. Perhaps without him needing to say much at all, her resolve would waver.

For someone like Zhu Zhuqing, cold on the outside but strong within and highly guarded, forceful methods would only backfire.

Wasn't he acting so unserious, even a little sleazy, precisely to lower her guard and make himself seem easy to get along with?

Sigh, all to take in one Disciple, he was practically becoming an award-winning actor. Thinking about it even moved him a little.

If Zhu Zhuqing could hear his inner voice right now, she would probably coldly retort: Acting? You're simply showing your true colors!