You wouldn't want to keep me, would you?

Swish!

A blue light bloomed from between Jiang Yi's brows, condensing into a golden mark as intangible spiritual power spread out like a vast net.

Everything within a thousand-meter radius was instantly and clearly imprinted into his mind.

Jiang Yi swayed slightly, his feet leaving behind trails of afterimages; under Wu Feng's frantic claw strikes, he moved as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

"Oh? Shock you?"

Jiang Yi glanced at the exasperated Wu Feng, a kind and amiable smile appearing on his face.

He had never encountered such a request before—actively begging to be shocked? He hadn't expected this young lady to be such a... well, never mind, he would respect her personal hobbies.

Snap!

Jiang Yi raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The Storm Thunder Eagle in the distance received the command, tucked its wings, and transformed into a cyan streak, hurtling toward them like a meteor.

"Then I shall satisfy you."

Jiang Yi spread his arms wide.

The next moment, the Storm Thunder Eagle turned into a bolt of cyan lightning, carrying crackling arcs of electricity as it slammed violently into his body.

BOOM—!

Cyan-white lightning exploded, and a shockwave swept outward, blowing the clothes and hair of the students below.

Jiang Yi's entire body was entwined with lightning, and a pair of cyan wings burst open from his back, tearing several holes in his school uniform.

His original height of 1.7 meters instantly shot up to nearly two meters, and his fair palms transformed into cyan-brown talons.

His short black hair grew rapidly, the tips stained with a touch of blue, and his once delicate, soft face gained a touch of inhuman brutality.

Jiang Yi: Storm Thunder Eagle Form!

On the other side, Tian Meng had already detached from his body, transforming back into a palm-sized Ice Silkworm, squatting on his shoulder.

With Jiang Yi's current level of control, he could only ensure the manipulation of one soul beast's power at a time.

"Th-this, what is this?"

Wu Feng instinctively took a step back, looking in shock at the terrifying half-human, half-beast figure before her.

Dragon Transformation?

But how was this possible? Such a large-scale beast transformation was hardly any different from a Martial Soul Avatar!

Just as she stood there in doubt and fear—

Jiang Yi moved.

With a flap of his wings, the cyan figure vanished instantly, leaving behind only a ring of hissing electric arcs and a few slowly drifting cyan feathers.

Fast!

So fast that the naked eye couldn't track him at all.

Wu Feng only felt a blur before her eyes, and a cold sensation crept onto the back of her neck, making her hair stand on end.

"Oh no!"

Wu Feng was shocked to the core.

But before she could react, a tyrannical surge of lightning pierced through her entire body, scattering the soul power within her.

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

Wu Feng's whole body went rigid, her hands hung limply at her sides, and her delicate body trembled violently under the stimulation of the electric current.

She was held in mid-air by Jiang Yi, her body twisting incessantly, but gradually, she seemed to adapt to the current, and her moans became increasingly indescribable.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho—!!!"

Jiang Yi: ???

He glanced at Wu Feng's slightly flushed cheeks; her eyes were half-closed, the corners reddened, and her expression was becoming increasingly alluring.

No, sister~

Are you actually into this?

"..."

Jiang Yi was speechless. He tossed the wide-eyed, twitching Wu Feng away, and she landed right on top of Ning Tian.

At this moment, Ning Tian had just recovered from the paralysis of the electric current and hurriedly reached out to catch the falling Wu Feng.

"Young Miss, I'm sorry..."

Wu Feng lay in Ning Tian's arms, her body still trembling.

But as she caught the scent of Ning Tian, her already flushed cheeks turned even redder, and her legs unconsciously rubbed together.

It had been so long since she had been held by the Young Miss like this.

"It's alright, you've done your best."

Ning Tian shook her head, lowered her gaze, and reached out to tidy the messy bangs on her forehead.

Then, she looked up at the figure in the sky, her eyes filled with awe, a satisfied curve tugging at the corners of her lips.

Only a genius like this was worthy of her devotion.

"We concede!"

Ning Tian picked up Wu Feng, her voice calm as she took the initiative to walk off the stage.

The moment she admitted defeat, the previously silent crowd erupted into thunderous cheers.

"Holy crap! That was awesome!"

"As expected of Brother Jiang! Sweeping the field with a single display of thunderous power."

"No way! Did you even see it clearly? You're just blowing smoke... that was clearly a total suppression of speed!"

The students chattered incessantly, the waves of noise rising higher and higher.

To be honest, they hadn't truly expected Jiang Yi to win against two opponents, yet he had actually done it.

And it was a crushing victory at that.

That was the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, a top-tier sect with a legacy spanning ten thousand years.

"Jiang Yi is the winner!"

Mu Jin announced loudly.

She also cast an astonished look at Jiang Yi in the sky; this kid really was full of surprises.

As a bystander, she had seen it more clearly: after the soul beast merged with Jiang Yi, its speed had actually become even faster than before.

Could this be some kind of secret technique?

Mu Jin had many questions in her heart, but she suppressed them all for now.

"Come to my office after class."

Mu Jin nodded slightly toward Jiang Yi before continuing the lesson.

"Understood."

Jiang Yi nodded, and the wings behind him dissolved into wisps of cyan light, drilling back into the Master Ball in his hand.

His bloated form also rapidly returned to its original state, and surrounded by a gentle breeze, he landed steadily on the edge of the arena.

The sparring continued, and Jiang Yi found an empty corner to sit down; seeing this, no one dared to approach him to curry favor.

However, almost every student in Class Nine looked at him with a sense of reverence—the look one gives to the strong.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

As a cyan light descended, Wu Feng, who had been limp all over, returned to normal, the numbing effect on her body vanishing.

"Young Miss, thank you."

She lowered her head and rose from Ning Tian's arms, her face flushed red, yet she unconsciously licked the corner of her lips as if savoring something.

Although she had been flooded with that bastard's electric current, lying in the Young Miss's arms and smelling that fragrant scent... it felt like a dream.

It was simply... too comfortable.

"Mm."

Ning Tian nodded slightly, though her gaze did not linger on Wu Feng.

Her eyes had long since drifted toward the figure in the distance being looked up to by everyone, her mind calculating rapidly.

Through the actual combat just now, she felt that the level of importance she placed on Jiang Yi should be raised another notch.

Her combination with Wu Feng was not weak; although there were factors of underestimating the enemy, it still proved the strength of Jiang Yi's power.

But what concerned her even more was Jiang Yi's growth rate and potential.

"The soul beast improves, and the soul ring can also improve synchronously..."

Ning Tian whispered softly, a brilliant light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

During the entrance examination, Shrek's records on Jiang Yi stated that he could control an eight-hundred-year-old soul beast, but now—

That soul beast had already advanced to the thousand-year level.

How many days had it been?

"Sister Feng, help me contact the sect and apply for some funding."

Ning Tian's brow suddenly smoothed out as she instructed Wu Feng.

Immediately after, she smoothed her skirt and took elegant steps toward the direction where Jiang Yi was sitting.

It had to be him!!!

In the entire Shrek Outer Court, there were not many boys who could catch her eye.

Among the freshmen, the only ones with sufficient strength and talent were Xie Huanyue, Dai Huabin, and Jiang Yi.

Her options were limited.

"Miss..."

Wu Feng opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Having followed Ning Tian since childhood, she naturally understood her thoughts; the young miss had already set her sights on a target.

Watching that slender figure walk toward Jiang Yi, she felt as if her heart were bleeding.

It hurt! It hurt so much!!!

The fleeting joy from having just been electrified vanished in an instant, and the cold reality dragged her back into hell.

"Damn it, if only I were stronger..."

She clenched her fists and struck her own chest in frustration.

If she possessed strength like Jiang Yi's, would... the young miss look at her more often?

Unfortunately, there were no "ifs."

In the distance.

Ning Tian had already reached Jiang Yi's side and paused slightly, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze.

"Ning Tian?"

Jiang Yi looked up, his gaze filled with surprise.

Why had this young lady of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect come over? Surely she wasn't still unconvinced?

In the original story, after the two of them lost to Huo Yuhao, Wu Feng had wanted to bring people from the sect to seek revenge.

"Mm."

Ning Tian nodded slightly, her face still wearing that polite and appropriate smile.

However, a closer observation would reveal that her movements were still somewhat stiff and slightly awkward.

Having grown up in the sect, this was the first time she had proactively approached a male of her own age.

However, she had her own unique way of striking up a conversation.

"Classmate Jiang Yi."

She took a deep breath and sat down beside Jiang Yi, leaving only a fist's distance between them.

Then, she took out a gold card and handed it over.

"May I hire you... to be Wu Feng's combat instructor?"

"This is a VIP card for the Nine Treasures Pavilion! There are thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins inside; consider it your salary for the first month."

Jiang Yi looked at the gold card held out before him, then at the proactively encroaching Ning Tian, his heart filled with suspicion.

A combat instructor? Thirty thousand a month?

No, was money just blown in by the wind at your house? A low-tier spirit bone might only cost a few hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins.

"How about it? Will you consider it?"

Ning Tian leaned in a little closer, her body almost brushing against his arm.

A faint, lingering fragrance drifted to the tip of Jiang Yi's nose, smelling like orchids or perhaps some kind of specialized incense.

Her eyes were bright, hiding a trace of nervousness and anticipation she hadn't even realized herself.

"..."

Jiang Yi looked at the exceptionally proactive Ning Tian and blinked, a strange thought rising in his mind.

Something's not right!

You aren't trying to keep me as a kept man, are you?

Well, it is the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect... it basically boils down to those kinds of things; for details, refer to Ning Rongrong from ten thousand years ago.