You Brought This on Yourself

Beneath a bright moon and sparse stars.

In the hotel courtyard.

Two figures stood facing each other.

"Master, do I need to show you my martial soul and soul skills?" Meng Yiran asked.

Looking at the brown-haired beauty before him, both her ample curves and the stockings wrapped around them were exceptionally enticing.

"No need. Give me your hand," Feng Yang said.

Facing her young master, Meng Yiran always felt a little embarrassed.

Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang exchanged a glance and smiled.

Naturally, they had no objection to such open and proper instruction.

Meng Yiran turned her face away and placed her White Jade hand in Feng Yang's.

At his touch.

Feng Yang put on the air of an expert.

"Martial soul: Snake Blade. First soul skill: Snake Strike. Second soul skill: Snake Body."

The three of them were somewhat astonished.

She had not displayed anything, yet he understood Meng Yiran's soul skills merely by touching her?

"Your first soul skill has more than enough offensive power, but its accuracy is quite low. When using it, it would be better if your attacks were a little trickier," Feng Yang said.

"I understand." Meng Yiran nodded.

"I have a soul skill that suits you very well. I'll teach you the Inscription, and I hope you can comprehend it soon."

"Alright."

"Heaven One Generates Water, Earth Six Completes It. Earth Two Generates Fire, Heaven Seven Completes It. Heaven Three Generates Wood, Earth Eight Completes It. Earth Four Generates Metal, Heaven Nine Completes It. Heaven Five Generates Earth, Earth Ten Completes It."

As Feng Yang recited the Inscription for Zhao Xin's Crescent Guard, images automatically surfaced in his mind, and he was even given an opportunity to demonstrate it.

The Disciple Collection System truly lived up to its name.

"..."

Meng Yiran, on the other hand, looked utterly baffled.

If he did not teach her, she would probably have to read it a hundred times before its meaning revealed itself.

"First, Heaven One Generates Water, Earth Six Completes It."

Feng Yang stood behind Meng Yiran, pressed close to her waist, grasped her Snake Blade, and guided her arm through slow motions.

The whole scene seemed somewhat ambiguous.

Meng Yiran's entire body stiffened. Her head grew hot, and her cheeks burned.

"Earth Two Generates Fire, Heaven Seven Completes It."

After guiding her through the entire demonstration.

The advantage he took was truly sweet beyond words.

"Do you understand what it means now?" Feng Yang asked.

Meng Yiran still looked completely bewildered. After meeting his eyes, she shook her head.

Clearly.

After going through the entire sequence, she had remembered nothing. She had been too busy feeling shy.

"I ought to punish you," Feng Yang said.

"You should!" Meng Shu said sternly. "You weren't paying attention at all."

So what was Feng Yang waiting for?

He picked up a wooden stick.

"Hold out your hand."

Pouting, Meng Yiran extended her palm upward.

Feng Yang immediately struck it.

Smack.

"Ah!"

Smack.

"Ah!"

Smack.

"Ah!"

She cried out in pain with every strike.

He had not used much force, but it still hurt. Her fair palm immediately turned red.

"Old man, isn't this too strict?" Chao Tianxiang said, heartbroken for her granddaughter.

Meng Shu gave her a stern look.

"If you can't bear to watch, then don't. Come on, let's go back to our room."

"Dragon Duke, let's stop here for today. I should head back as well. Yiran, think carefully about what I told you today," Feng Yang said.

"Understood, Master."

In the end.

Meng Shu insisted on booking Feng Yang a room at the hotel.

After all, it was already ten at night.

However.

At three in the morning, Feng Yang was sleeping groggily when he heard someone knock on his door.

"Who is it?" he called.

"Master, it's me," Meng Yiran's voice answered.

Feng Yang found that truly strange. What was she doing here in the middle of the night?

He immediately got out of bed and opened the door.

Meng Yiran stood outside.

"Master."

"Why are you here at this hour?" Feng Yang asked.

"Master hit me three times. Wasn't that a hint for me to come find you at three in the morning?" Meng Yiran said.

Her face was utterly innocent.

Feng Yang was instantly dumbfounded.

"This..."

What kind of comprehension was that? Did she think she was the Monkey King?

"What is it, Master?" Meng Yiran asked.

"Can I say you misunderstood?" Feng Yang said.

"Ah?"

"Alright, go back."

"..." Meng Yiran lowered her head slightly, looking embarrassed. "But Master, I can't sleep. Could you practice with me some more?"

Fuck?

You brought this on yourself.

Time flew by.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Over those three days, Feng Yang spent two hours each day practicing the Inscribed Spear Technique with Meng Yiran.

Whether it was because Feng Yang had affected her or because of her aptitude, her comprehension truly seemed rather poor.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had comprehended it on their own within three days and already learned it.

Until—

Meng Yiran finally reached level 30.

At the same time.

"Headmaster, I've reached level 30," Oscar said.

"Oh?"

Flender was overjoyed.

"Then we can go hunt a soul beast and obtain your level-30 soul ring."

"Mm."

"You've really done it, Little Ao." Dai Mubai was also extremely pleased.

To him, Oscar was one of his own.

The stronger Oscar became, the more help he would have when dealing with Feng Yang in the future.

After considering the matter repeatedly.

In order to help Feng Yang get along better with the students.

"How about this? Teacher Feng Yang will lead you to the Star Dou Great Forest to help Little Ao hunt a soul beast."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Feng Yang is taking us?"

Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and even Oscar himself were unwilling.

After all, being with someone they had clashed with so badly would be uncomfortable beyond measure.

What if he secretly used the soul beasts to get them killed?

"Fine, I agree." Xiao Wu immediately jumped out to support it.

"Then it's settled. Go with confidence, and use this opportunity to get along properly. Make your preparations. We leave tomorrow," Flender said.

"..."

Flender was a shrewd old fox.

Naturally, he could not possibly hand them over to Feng Yang just like that.

He secretly arranged for Zhao Wuji to follow behind them, so he could step in if anything happened.

Feng Yang could only have Meng Shu take Meng Yiran ahead first.

After all, Shrek was still his actual job. It was not the time to neglect his duties.

And so.

The journey to hunt a soul ring began.

After several days and nights of slow travel.

They arrived at an inn on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, the only supply inn within the surrounding area.

And nearly everyone who came here was a Soul Master.

The little wooden house was filled with cheerful chatter.

"I'm exhausted after running all day."

"Good thing Little Ao has his sausages."

"Teacher Feng Yang, I'd like a carrot first," Xiao Wu said.

"You don't need to report that to me, do you?" Feng Yang said.

"Mm."

"..."

Xiao Wu's excessive enthusiasm still made Feng Yang feel that something was off.

Could her attitude really have changed so quickly?

She had been happy all day long.

He thought of Xiao Wu's two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast little brothers in the Star Dou Great Forest. He had no choice but to stay on guard.

Especially since Tang San kept wearing a cold smile from time to time.

That made things seem even stranger.

Tang San had been gloomy the past two days.

Why had his mood suddenly improved once they reached the Star Dou Great Forest?

That night.

"Xiao Wu, now that we're in the Star Dou Great Forest, I really don't want to see Feng Yang again—not even for one second!" Tang San said resentfully. "So, do you really have a way to make Feng Yang die in there?"

"Mm."