What Yu Can Do, Can Only Harm You!

As the foremost figure on the continent, Yun Ming didn't need to scheme, but reality was that in an era where divinity was unattainable, no matter how powerful he was, he was still human, not a god.

Even if he lived, the academy could remain stable, but what about after his passing?

All he could do was prepare for the future.

Seeing the solemn expression on his lover's face, Ya Li's previous concerns vanished. She nestled in Yun Ming's embrace and said softly, "Then let's do it. I support you."

Yun Ming lowered his head and kissed his lover's fair forehead. His eyes flickered as he said, "When you were examining that child, I discovered a familiar aura within him."

"You mean that special Darkness Power?"

Ya Li's eyes shifted slightly. When she ignited her life fire to save those suffering from the plague, Yun Ming shared his life with her, which was why they often experienced a spiritual resonance.

Yun Ming's gaze was profound. "Exactly, but the examination was too brief, and I couldn't sense it clearly. Perhaps we'll know everything once he comes to the academy."

"Mmm."

Clearly feeling her body slightly rise and fall, Ye Xinglan let out a soft, low hum and slowly opened her eyes, only to be stunned.

On a dimly lit forest path, a young man was walking with a young woman on his back, his steps steady.

Her bouncy hips were supported by a pair of strong, firm arms, preventing her from slipping. However, the up-and-down motion continuously brought her hips into contact with his arms.

Ye Xinglan's pretty face flushed slightly, but smelling a familiar scent, she didn't act rashly.

"Awake?"

A gentle voice sounded by her ear.

Ye Xinglan finally came to her senses and quickly asked, "How did I end up on your back?"

Nan Liujing chuckled, "Someone ate their fill and then sleepwalked away. If I didn't carry you, you probably would have slept in the park all night."

"I think... I fell asleep." Ye Xinglan vaguely remembered sitting on the bench and inexplicably feeling sleepy.

"You're too heavy. How about you get down and walk yourself?" Nan Liujing suddenly stopped walking and turned his head to say.

"You're the heavy one." No girl likes to be called heavy, and Ye Xinglan was no exception. She playfully hit Nan Liujing's shoulder.

"Alright, alright, you're not heavy. Come down." Nan Liujing said, preparing to loosen his arms supporting her hips.

"No." Ye Xinglan quickly wrapped her arms around Nan Liujing's neck.

Nan Liujing teased, "What, you like being carried by me that much?"

"I don't like it. I'm just sleepy." Ye Xinglan deliberately buried her face in Nan Liujing's neck and stopped talking.

Feeling the grip on his collar tighten, Nan Liujing smiled and started walking forward again.

The girl's breath gently brushed against his neck, like willow catkins tickling him. He deliberately walked slowly, afraid of jostling her.

Nan Liujing's back wasn't particularly broad, but it was both supple and firm, making it comfortable to lean on. Ye Xinglan, like a lazy kitten, narrowed her eyes.

"Nan Liujing." The girl suddenly spoke.

"What is it?" The young man replied softly.

Ye Xinglan asked expectantly yet somewhat sullenly, "Have you carried other girls before? Like Wu Sidao?"

"No," Nan Liujing said.

"Not Na'er either?" Ye Xinglan's starry eyes brightened.

"No," Nan Liujing said, then added, "Na'er likes me to hold her hand."

"So I'm the first girl you've carried?" Ye Xinglan's words were tinged with a hint of suppressed joy.

"Are you happy?" Nan Liujing teased.

Ye Xinglan's smile vanished, and she snorted, "I'm not happy. I just wanted to say that besides my father, you're the first guy to carry me. You should be happy you're carrying a future super beauty."

"A future super beauty, meaning you're ugly now?" Nan Liujing found the loophole.

"Nan Liujing!"

Ye Xinglan instantly went berserk and bit Nan Liujing's shoulder fiercely with her rosy lips.

Nan Liujing gasped and, channeling his inner actor, quickly cried out, "Wrong, wrong!"

"Hmph," Ye Xinglan bared her pearly white fangs, "Serves you right for provoking me."

Noticing the teeth marks on his shoulder, she pursed her lips and asked apologetically, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It hurts a lot," Nan Liujing feigned distress, "And here I am carrying you, and you repay me with this."

"Who told you to provoke me?" Ye Xinglan retorted.

Just as Nan Liujing was about to say something, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He slightly turned his head and saw Ye Xinglan's soft little hand gently rubbing the spot where the teeth marks appeared, as if trying to soothe the pain.

This sight made him stop. Ye Xinglan, as if sensing it, instinctively looked forward and met Nan Liujing's gaze.

Ye Xinglan's pretty face instantly turned crimson. She quickly buried her face back into his familiar neck, truly falling silent this time. She didn't realize, however, that this action was incredibly intimate.

The night breeze blew, dispelling some of the heat.

The girl remained silent, and the young man smiled faintly.

There was no conversation along the way.

It wasn't until they left the park and called a ride-hailing car that Ye Xinglan returned to solid ground.

Through the car window, they said their goodbyes, and the two watched each other's figures gradually recede.

Returning to the Heavenly Spirit Tower, Nan Liujing had just entered the lobby when he heard a notification.

He took out his phone and looked.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Ye Xinglan: [Goodnight!]

He replied with a goodnight before getting into the private elevator and returning to the ninety-ninth floor.

Leng Yaozhu had not yet rested. She was sitting on the sofa watching television, her slipper-clad feet very eye-catching.

Delicate and fair as snow, they seemed to glow with moisture. Her ten toes curled slightly, like pearls and jade holding dew. At this moment, Nan Liujing suddenly understood why some men were foot fetishists.

But anything too beautiful would only harm you. He subtly averted his gaze.

Seeing her disciple return, Leng Yaozhu smiled gently, "Your great-grandfather and great-grandmother just left. Do you want to go chat with them?"

He must have gone to settle Cai Yuer's soul, Nan Liujing thought to himself. "I won't disturb them," he said.

Leng Yaozhu nodded, "I'll take you to Shrek Academy tomorrow morning. Remember to get up early."

Nan Liujing subconsciously looked up, feeling surprised.

Leng Yaozhu met his gaze calmly.

Nan Liujing didn't know what to say, so he could only ask, "Teacher, will you still have sandwiches tomorrow morning?"

"Of course," Leng Yaozhu's spirits immediately lifted at the mention of it. "I've already put the ingredients in the refrigerator. Just take them when you need them."

"Okay," Nan Liujing replied. These days, he had to make sandwiches almost every day. The taste was decent, but not the absolute best. Yet, Leng Yaozhu just loved eating them.

Perhaps she wasn't eating sandwiches, but memories of the past.

After all, in the teacher's boudoir, there was a photo frame containing two young girls. One was her, and the other was Leng Yu Lai, who had long since joined the Holy Spirit Cult.

The next morning.

The master and disciple enjoyed breakfast together.

For Nan Liujing, watching his elegant teacher eat was a very enjoyable process.

They got into a Soul Guide Vehicle and traveled to a green, surrounded building in the inner city of Shrek.

On the huge archway, the words "Shrek Academy" were prominently displayed.

There were no Soul Masters stationed nearby, indicating they were not needed.

As soon as he got out of the car, a soft light flashed before Nan Liujing's eyes.

"Tian Feng?"

A gentle female voice, clearly surprised, sounded. Nan Liujing looked closely and felt that this trip to Shrek would not be so easy.

Just like yesterday, Ya Li was still wearing a water-green long dress. Her stunningly beautiful face, combined with her tender skin, made her look incredibly gentle. You could easily mistake her for being in her early twenties.

Leng Yaozhu, seeing Ya Li appear, raised her eyebrows slightly. Today, she was wearing a vibrant red dress that complemented her tall, yet full, figure. Her face, as beautiful as a blazing flame, clear and with a hint of feminine charm, needed no makeup to attract anyone's attention.

"Junior Liujing greets the Holy Spirit Your Excellency." Nan Liujing stepped forward to ease the atmosphere.

"I am this child's teacher," Leng Yaozhu added.

Ya Li's eyes deepened, and she smiled slightly, "This child's talent is truly as astonishing as Brother Ming said. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been taken as a disciple by the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, who is famous across the continent."

She clearly emphasized the words "Brother Ming."

To Ya Li's surprise, Leng Yaozhu's expression was so calm it felt unfamiliar. She simply smiled faintly, "No matter how astonishing his talent, he is still a junior. Ya Li, time waits for no one. Let's finish our business as soon as possible."

Her attempt at provocation failed. Ya Li smiled brightly, "You're right. Follow me."

With that, she turned into a stream of green and gold light and flew away. Leng Yaozhu, not falling behind at all, grabbed Nan Liujing's shoulder and took him towards the inner court.