Cohabitation Life

"Sister Xiaotao, isn't this dormitory intended for couples?"

Lin Feng looked at the new dormitory; the layout's intent was far too obvious.

Two large beds less than a meter apart, and a shared bathroom with transparent glass walls.

"Don't worry about it. The teacher told me to guide you properly, and this is the only way. You're his precious disciple; I can't afford for anything to go wrong. Besides, this dormitory was specially approved by him."

"Sister Xiaotao, aren't you worried about what others might say about us?"

"What's there to fear? I've already reported your advancement to Soul Elder to the teacher. In a few days, he will publicly announce that you are his direct disciple. By then, we will have a public relationship as senior sister and junior brother."

In the world of Soul Masters, there are three major watersheds in Soul Power Level: Soul Elder, Soul Saint, and Titled Douluo. That is why Yan Shaozhe chose this moment to make the announcement.

The main reason Lin Feng could be so highly valued by Yan Shaozhe was Ma Xiaotao; both of them possessed top-tier Phoenix Martial Souls.

But Yan Shaozhe was already old, with no hope of breaking through to Limit Douluo. Creating another Phoenix Limit Douluo, or perhaps even a Phoenix God, was the lifelong wish of his existence.

As for Ma Xiaotao, she had long since confirmed her own heart; she could easily afford to wait two years.

A Soul Master's lifespan is far longer than that of an ordinary person, so the age gap between the two was still well within the normal range.

As the elders say, three years older means holding a golden brick; six years older means holding a large golden brick...

Over the following week, Ma Xiaotao dragged Lin Feng to the Sea God Lake every day to experience the hot spring service, using the excuse of "nourishing his body."

This caused a pile of Phoenix Evil Fire to accumulate within Lin Feng's body, which he hadn't had time to devour and digest.

He had to switch to loose-fitting trousers just to attend classes with peace of mind.

In the blink of an eye, it was Monday, time for school again.

In the kitchen, Ma Xiaotao had risen early to prepare breakfast.

Dressed in black pajamas with an apron over them, her messy long red hair floating without a breeze, she looked every bit the housewife.

Under the morning sun, the full contours at the neckline of her pajamas were quite obvious, not to mention those long, fair, and supple legs beneath the hem of her skirt...

Lin Feng, who had arrived at the kitchen door, swallowed his saliva involuntarily; this breakfast smelled too good.

"Sister Xiaotao, actually, you don't have to prepare breakfast for me every day. Eating at the cafeteria is fine."

"Are you looking down on your sister's cooking?"

"That's not it at all. How could the chefs in the cafeteria compare to you?"

Lin Feng sat down and buried his head in his breakfast.

"Xiaofeng, let's give you a break this month. You've worked hard during this time. Just now in the bathroom... it's fine, I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

Ma Xiaotao's face was flushed; she seemed to have discovered something, her speech intermittent and hesitant.

Hearing the word "bathroom," Lin Feng realized something was wrong. He looked back at the glass wall of the bathroom and realized the gauze curtain had somehow opened a small gap.

Oh no, he had been caught...

"Sister Xiaotao, just now, I, that, I'm sorry..." Lin Feng's head was spinning, not knowing how to defend himself.

"It's okay. Like I said, you've worked hard lately, and it's all caused by the Evil Fire. Besides, this is normal behavior, just don't do it too frequently. Senior sister understands."

Ma Xiaotao didn't seem angry; she spoke in a calm tone to guide Lin Feng. After all, this was all caused by her being too impatient.

"My body can still handle it. If Sister Xiaotao wants to soak in the hot spring, just call me anytime."

"Be a good boy. Here, have the egg yolk you like. Eat more, don't choke."

Lin Feng nodded and opened his mouth to accept the egg yolk that Ma Xiaotao usually disliked, eating it with a look of satisfaction.

After a few days of living together, Ma Xiaotao's cooking was indeed excellent, thanks to her precise control over heat.

After all, as the possessor of a high-level fire-attribute beast Martial Soul, preparing three meals a day was second nature to her.

"Take it slow on the road! Remember to come back for lunch."

"Understood, Sister Xiaotao!"

It would be hard for outsiders to imagine that the originally hot-tempered Ma Xiaotao could have such a gentle side.

All of this was thanks to the Flame Mantra.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Feng ran toward the classroom of Freshman Class Nine without a moment's delay.

Usually, he would arrive just in time, but today, because he had been delayed for five minutes in the bathroom, he almost arrived late again.

Although Teacher Mu Jin was indeed easygoing, he felt embarrassed to be late too often.

"Students, I will begin roll call now."

"Ning Tian."

"Here!"

"Lin Feng."

"Lin Feng?"

"Is Lin Feng in the classroom?"

"Hey, you bad egg, they're calling your name!"

"Don't shake me... Huh? What the!"

Lin Feng was jolted awake by Wu Feng, who was shaking him from the seat in front.

He had just fallen asleep in the five minutes before class, all because he had entered Sage Mode.

"Lin Feng, are you feeling unwell? Why aren't you standing up to answer?"

"Teacher, I'm fine, I, it's just inconvenient..."

Facing Teacher Mu Jin's question, Lin Feng stammered, truly unable to stand up.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Jin looked puzzled, then walked from the podium to Lin Feng.

"Teacher, I'm really fine."

"Really fine? Stand up and show me."

"I can't..."

"Stand up!"

Mu Jin was genuinely annoyed this time, wondering if she had been too lenient with her students.

At this moment, the entire class's attention was focused on the two of them.

Screw it...

With a loud clatter, the desk and chair were overturned by an unseen object.

"Sit down." Mu Jin's face darkened, but she forced a calm tone. She should have guessed this would happen.

The teacher saw it, the whole class saw it, and he was utterly humiliated.

Don't let the current silence fool you; Lin Feng could already imagine the nicknames he'd get after class...

Seeing Wu Feng in front of him struggling to suppress a laugh, his face flushed. He had to find a way to "reward" her properly.

He thought of it: Wu Feng was exactly level thirty. He could find an opportunity to invite her to get a Soul Ring, and then, hehehe...

The agonizing class passed quickly.

The expected mockery after class didn't appear, and Lin Feng had miscalculated.

It turned out Class Nine had mostly girls, and in situations like this, they had to maintain a facade of modesty.

As for the few scattered boys, they dared not speak much out of fear of Lin Feng's imposing presence.

But walls have ears, and the news would spread sooner or later.

After a long day of classes, Lin Feng headed straight for the dormitory after school.

He really didn't want to go to the cafeteria, that place filled with gossip and rumors.

"Xiao Feng? You in the classroom this morning... It's all my fault."

"Huh? What the hell, the news spread this fast!"

He dodged the gossip in the cafeteria but couldn't escape Ma Xiaotao's sharp ears. Lin Feng felt like crying.

"It's okay, just release it properly tonight. If you really can't manage, I, I can help you myself."

"No, no, I can handle it myself..."

Later that evening, a rich aroma wafted from Ma Xiaotao's kitchen.

Goji berry stewed chicken soup, astragalus and angelica steamed pork ribs, angelica lamb stew...

"Sister Xiaotao, are you treating medicinal cuisine as regular food?"

Lin Feng stood before the dining table, his scalp tingling at the sight of the table laden with tonics.

Ma Xiaotao smiled and served him soup: "You've been expending a lot of energy lately, you need to replenish."

Lin Feng chuckled.

At such a young age, how had he reached a point where he needed such "tonics"?

He took the soup bowl, the steam fogging his vision.

Was it a blessing or a curse?

He'd drink it down first, then decide.