Wu Feng: Don't Do That Kind of Thing, Ame-lo!

The corner in the back of the classroom became a sanctuary isolated from the surrounding clamor.

As class time drew near, the sound of footsteps in the hallway grew increasingly dense, with new students entering the classroom in twos and threes.

These young boys and girls, having just stepped through the gates of Shrek, were at an age naturally filled with curiosity toward the opposite sex. Whenever a girl stepped into Class Nine, gazes would uncontrollably be drawn to the boy in white sitting in the very last row.

A few of the bolder ones even attempted to approach the back row to find an excuse to strike up a conversation, but upon meeting Xiao Xiao's vigilant gaze, they ultimately retreated, blushing as they chose seats in the front rows instead.

At this moment, another wave of footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Two girls stepped into the Class Nine classroom side by side.

The girl on the left was tall and slender, her smooth, golden hair cascading down her back, and her eyes were a rare shade of gold-blue.

Her skin was fair, her features exquisite, and every gesture carried the capability and nobility cultivated by a prestigious family.

Clinging closely to her side was a girl with short, fiery red hair.

This girl's aura was the exact opposite of her blonde companion; her red eyes revealed an undisguised arrogance and wildness. Her skin was snow-white, and her figure was exceptionally well-developed, far fuller than other girls her age.

She was practically hanging off the blonde girl, her movements intimate.

The two were none other than the young mistress of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, Ning Tian, and her loyal bodyguard and childhood friend, Wu Feng.

Ning Tian walked into the classroom, her gold-blue eyes habitually scanning the room. When her gaze swept over the corner in the back row, her steady eyes came to a halt.

It was a handsome youth, so refined that she felt even the top jade carvers within the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect could not capture his likeness.

The boy's eyes were deep and calm, devoid of the restlessness common in his peers. That sense of transcendence caused the heart of Ning Tian, who had always remained unruffled, to skip a beat.

Ning Tian's eyes brightened. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached back to grab Wu Feng, who was still busy looking around at the other female students, and strode forward on her long legs, cutting across the aisle toward the back of the classroom.

"Ti-Tian-jie, why are we sitting so far back?" Wu Feng was yanked into a stumble, her face full of confusion.

Ning Tian ignored her complaint, pulling her along to sit in the two empty seats directly in front of Xiao Yan.

As soon as she sat down, Ning Tian turned around, extended her right hand with a natural motion, and pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze.

"Hello, classmate. I'm Ning Tian. Can we be friends?"

Ning Tian's approach was generous and proper, carrying the unique confidence of a descendant of a great family.

Xiao Yan withdrew his gaze from the window.

His eyes fell upon Ning Tian's extended hand. He showed no emotional fluctuation despite her beauty and proactive overture; his Dao heart was as firm as a rock.

However, having more family resources to utilize was never a bad thing.

He extended his right hand, lightly grasped Ning Tian's fingers, and pulled away the moment they touched.

"Hello, Xiao Yan. This is my younger sister, Xiao Xiao." His voice was steady and clear. After introducing himself, he pointed to Xiao Xiao, who was puffing out her cheeks with a look of extreme wariness.

When Ning Tian heard the words "younger sister," the smile on her lips deepened.

She nodded to Xiao Xiao, preparing to find a new topic of conversation.

However, an untimely voice came from the side.

"Hmph, pretty boy."

Wu Feng leaned back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest.

Her red eyes scanned Xiao Yan up and down, making no effort to hide her hostility.

In Wu Feng's subconscious, Ning Tian belonged to her alone. Any member of the opposite sex who attempted to approach or attract Ning Tian's attention was an unforgivable enemy.

This guy, who was excessively good-looking, had not only caused Tian-jie to take the initiative to talk to him but had even made her smile so happily. This directly ignited the jealousy in Wu Feng's heart.

The air went silent in an instant.

The smile on Ning Tian's face vanished, and traces of anger appeared in her gold-blue eyes.

She turned her head sharply, her voice sounding somewhat stern.

"Feng-mei, apologize immediately."

Wu Feng bit her lip and stubbornly turned her head away. Not only did she have no intention of apologizing, but she also glared at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan sat back in his chair, his calm, deep gaze resting on Wu Feng's arrogant face.

He was not angry.

A dragon would not feel anger toward an ant barking at it; it would only find it noisy.

But he was a person who valued efficiency above all else. If this kind of ignorant trouble wasn't dealt with once and for all, it would surely buzz in his ears like a fly later on.

Since this fly had thrust its face forward, he would plant a seed in her spiritual consciousness that would ensure she never dared to act out again.

Xiao Yan lowered his eyelids.

In that very breath, deep within his bottomless black pupils, the complex Fuxi Bagua Formation Map rotated rapidly.

The "Li" trigram, representing illusion and obstruction, lit up.

Immediately following, a strand of invisible, formless zither music crossed space directly, silently sinking into Wu Feng's sea of consciousness.

Time in reality only stalled for a brief moment, but in Wu Feng's world of consciousness, it was stretched infinitely.

Wu Feng only felt the scene before her twist; the Class Nine classroom and the surrounding students all vanished without a trace.

She found herself standing by the Sea God Lake, yet her body refused to move, and she could not even let out a sound.

She rolled her eyes in terror, only to witness a scene that shattered her heart and soul.

Ning Tian was dressed in a perfectly tailored long gown, leaning shyly against the chest of the boy named Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Ning Tian's forehead, and the two shared a smile, their eyes brimming with an inseparable, deep affection.

No! Sister Tian! Look at me! Wu Feng roared frantically in her heart, but the outside world heard nothing.

The scene before her eyes began to fast-forward rapidly.

Red flower petals drifted across the sky.

This was the wedding ceremony of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

Ning Tian, wearing a phoenix coronet and robes, looked breathtakingly beautiful as she held Xiao Yan's hand and bowed to heaven and earth under the witness of the sect elders.

Yet Wu Feng herself was forced to stand in the corner like a transparent ghost, watching helplessly as the person she loved most threw herself into another's arms.

Her heart was torn apart; the suffocating pain was more agonizing than a thousand cuts.

The scene shifted once more.

Outside the wedding chamber where red candles flickered, Wu Feng's perspective was forcibly fixed before the window lattice.

The messages of intimacy conveyed in those images were like poisoned daggers, stabbing fiercely into Wu Feng's heart and twisting wildly within.

She tried desperately to close her eyes and cover her ears, but her body was completely beyond her control.

She was forced to listen, forced to sketch out in her mind the very images that were driving her to madness.

She did not know how much time had passed; it felt like a single night, yet also like several long months.

The scene jumped to the space outside the delivery room.

Accompanied by the crisp cry of an infant, the door to the delivery room pushed open.

Xiao Yan held a newborn baby girl in swaddling clothes and walked to the bedside.

Ning Tian, pale but filled with happiness, leaned against the head of the bed.

"Yan, our child—what name should we give her?" Ning Tian's voice was filled with maternal radiance.

Xiao Yan looked at the baby girl in his arms, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he whispered a few words.

"Let's call her... Xiao Feng."

Boom!

These final two words were the straw that broke the camel's back.

Seeing the name she held as a treasure bestowed upon an infant who witnessed her own misery and humiliation, Wu Feng's mental defenses collapsed completely.

"Yamete!"

A scream of extreme wretchedness exploded deep within Wu Feng's consciousness, her entire soul trembling in this ultimate terror and despair.

The illusion shattered instantly.

In the real world, only two seconds had passed.

Wu Feng bolted upright from her chair, gasping for air.

The back of her school uniform was soaked with cold sweat, and her face was as pale as paper.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils contracted violently, and she could not stop shaking, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

She turned her head and saw Ning Tian, who was frowning with annoyance because she had not apologized.

Turning her head further, she met Xiao Yan's black eyes—eyes that were as still as an ancient well, yet carried unfathomable depth.

That gaze was identical to the abyss hidden beneath his calm exterior!

"Waaa—"

Wu Feng's psychological defenses crumbled entirely. She threw her arms around Ning Tian, buried her face in her shoulder, and began to wail without a shred of composure.

Ning Tian was bewildered by this sudden turn of events.

One second she was rebellious and unyielding, refusing to bow her head, and the next she was crying like a child who had suffered a great grievance?

She patted Wu Feng's back in a flurry, turning her head toward Xiao Yan with an embarrassed expression.

"Student Xiao Yan, I am truly sorry. Feng-mei isn't usually like this; perhaps she is just exhausted from her recent cultivation and her mental state is a bit off." Ning Tian explained apologetically, and for the sake of building a rapport, she added, "Today's incident was our fault. If you need any help in the academy in the future, you can come find me at any time."

To a normal person, this was an extremely friendly, polite remark.

But to Wu Feng, who had just been battered by an entire "marriage and childbirth" illusion, it sounded like a demonic incantation calling for her death.

Come find her at any time? Wasn't this the very beginning of the two of them developing feelings and interacting frequently in the illusion?! Was that nightmare about to repeat itself in reality?!

Extreme fear granted Wu Feng astonishing agility.

She abruptly let go of Ning Tian and sprang from her seat.

She stood straight, facing Xiao Yan, her hands pressed firmly against the seams of her pants, and then, putting force into her waist, she bowed a standard ninety-degree bow toward Xiao Yan.

"I'm sorry!" Wu Feng's voice turned shrill and cracked from terror.

Even after bowing, she still felt it wasn't enough.

Looking at Xiao Yan's heart-stoppingly handsome face, she raised her right hand.

"Smack!"

A crisp, resounding slap echoed in the back row of the classroom.

Wu Feng struck herself across the face without mercy, a clear red mark instantly appearing on her previously snow-white cheek.

After landing the blow, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She turned and threw herself into Ning Tian's arms once more, clutching her neck tightly and sobbing even more heart-wrenchingly than before, smearing tears and snot all over Ning Tian's shoulder.

The entire back of the classroom fell silent. Several students nearby stared at them as if they were monsters.

Ning Tian held her hands up, frozen in her seat.

She looked at Wu Feng, who was crying so hard she was hyperventilating and unable to speak, then looked at the composed Xiao Yan opposite them, momentarily unsure of whom to comfort first.

Xiao Xiao watched this sudden farce, her large eyes blinking twice.

She leaned into Xiao Yan's ear and whispered, "Brother, is this red-haired girl sick in the head?"

Xiao Yan turned a page of his book, his fingers tapping lightly against the desk.

"Perhaps. But for now, she should have learned her lesson."