Wu Feng: No Peeking

"All right, the battle is over. Ye Chen wins!" Mu Jin happily announced the result.

She had also grown even more satisfied with Ye Chen.

Especially since Ye Chen had held back and had not seriously injured his classmates. That alone was enough to earn her admiration.

The surrounding teachers all revealed envious expressions at the sight.

"Teacher Mu Jin, you're so lucky. When will the Academy assign me a student like that..."

"Damn it, why isn't Ye Chen my student? If I'd known, I would've chosen Class Nine when we were picking homeroom teachers..."

The teachers all beat their chests in regret.

The envy in their eyes practically overflowed.

Not far away, Zhou Yi noticed what was happening as well, her expression incomparably gloomy.

Seeing Ye Chen's talent in particular made her insanely jealous!

A genius student like this should have been taught by her, so he could receive the best possible training!

How was trash like Mu Jin, a teacher with only the cultivation of a Soul King, qualified to teach such a talented student?!

With the aura that brat had displayed, he could probably smash Mu Jin to pieces with one punch. What could Mu Jin possibly teach him?

"No. A student like this has to be in my Class One!"

Zhou Yi secretly hardened her resolve, planning to go to the Dean's Office after school and demand to know why a student like this had been assigned to the class of that useless Soul King, Mu Jin!

Meanwhile, on the Soul Fighting Platform.

Ye Chen slowly walked over to Wu Feng, helped her up from the ground, and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

Though there were many people in the arena, they had all been scared away by the battle just now, leaving no one to care about Wu Feng.

Ning Tian was from the Support System, so she had run the fastest...

"Mmm... I-I'm fine..."

Wu Feng said softly, her face red. She had originally felt a trace of resentment, but it had completely vanished by now.

It was the first time she had ever been so close to a boy. Moreover, Ye Chen carried a special scent that smelled especially nice, even more intoxicating than Ning Tian's scent. Perhaps it was Ye Chen's own Charisma, or perhaps it was because they both possessed Dragon Martial Spirits.

Wu Feng's body had gone somewhat weak as she pressed tightly against Ye Chen's chest.

"I'll take you to the Infirmary."

Ye Chen steadied the soft, delicate body in his arms, then led Wu Feng down from the Soul Fighting Platform.

Because of Wu Feng's "transformation," she was wearing only a tight undergarment. Normally, nothing could be seen, but from Ye Chen's angle, he could see through her collar...

It had to be said, "Big Wu Feng" was very pretty, and "Little Wu Feng" was actually quite nice too.

"Hey, don't peek..."

Wu Feng seemed to notice something and quickly covered herself, glaring at Ye Chen indignantly.

"I wasn't looking."

Ye Chen hurriedly withdrew his gaze, looking utterly serious.

"You were looking..."

Wu Feng muttered with a red face, but did not say anything else.

And for some reason, she realized that not only was she not angry or disgusted by Ye Chen peeking at her, she even felt a little... secretly delighted...

The feeling made her slightly flustered.

"Wu Feng, are you all right?!"

At that moment, Ning Tian hurried over and took out a robe to drape over Wu Feng.

This was standard procedure.

After all, every time Wu Feng transformed, her outer clothes would explode.

Though the clothes underneath were highly elastic, they would still become somewhat loose after she shrank back down. If she was not careful with her posture, she might expose herself.

"Ning Tian, I'm fine."

Wu Feng gave Ning Tian a faint smile.

She glanced at Ye Chen's handsome profile, inexplicably feeling a little guilty, as though she had somehow wronged Ning Tian...

"Sorry, I hit a little too hard. But you should be fine after resting for a while." Ye Chen looked at Ning Tian with an apologetic expression.

"No, no... Ye Chen, you don't need to apologize. Getting hurt during a spar is perfectly normal. I should be thanking you for going easy on Wu Feng." Ning Tian waved her hands repeatedly, a blush appearing on her face as well.

Ye Chen was far too considerate, and he was handsome too. How could there be such a wonderful boy in the world?

"Come on, I'll take you to the Infirmary." Ye Chen did not give them a chance to refuse as he supported Wu Feng toward the Infirmary.

The other students all looked at the scene with strange expressions.

The boys all looked at Ye Chen with envy.

They envied Ye Chen for being able to hold a great beauty like Wu Feng, and for having such a good relationship with Ning Tian, the little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The girls were envious too.

They envied Wu Feng and Ning Tian for being beautiful, and envied them for being able to strike up a conversation with Ye Chen.

"All right, today's lessons are over for those who participated in the battle. Go back early and rest. Everyone who didn't participate will attend physical training."

With a wave of her hand, Mu Jin ignored Ye Chen and the others and continued training the remaining students.

Unlike Zhou Yi's strictness, she had always given privileges to outstanding students. Even being late for class was fine. For someone like Ye Chen, she would even be happy if he skipped class entirely.

Only then could the other students be encouraged to cultivate diligently and become even more outstanding.

As long as one became stronger, one would have privileges.

If the strong and the weak received the same treatment, then why cultivate at all? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to just lie flat together?

Zhou Yi, on the other hand, did the opposite. No matter how outstanding one was, being late once meant punishment. Being late twice meant expulsion, even if one ranked first in the class.

That was one of the reasons so many students feared Zhou Yi.

She kept suppressing them, suppressing them relentlessly, until the students had developed psychological trauma.

Infirmary.

A healing Soul Master from Shrek Academy was treating Wu Feng's injuries.

Wu Feng's injuries were fairly serious, mainly from the fall: extensive abrasions across her skin and minor fractures.

In Ye Chen's previous life, injuries like these would have been considered extremely serious.

But in this world, they did not even count as minor injuries.

Wu Feng was receiving treatment inside the room.

Ye Chen and Ning Tian waited outside.

Ning Tian was actually rather curious about Ye Chen. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she tilted her head and asked curiously, "Ye Chen, which sect are you from? Why have I never heard of any sect with a Martial Spirit like yours?"

Ye Chen's Martial Spirit was an Ice Dragon, and an exceptionally powerful one at that, yet she had never heard of it. It was quite strange.

After all, she came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had been raised as a candidate for Sect Master. She was knowledgeable and familiar with all the major powers across the continent.

Yet she had truly never seen a Martial Spirit like Ye Chen's.

"I'm just from an ordinary family of physicians. My Martial Spirit may have undergone ancestral reversion and mutation. I was simply lucky enough to awaken such a powerful Martial Spirit."

Ye Chen spoke calmly, seemingly unwilling to mention his family.

There was something wrong with both his father and mother. Not long after he was born, they had run off to practice medicine and save the world, never to return. It seemed he was merely an "accidental byproduct." Since childhood, he had studied acupuncture and medicine under his grandfather and great-grandfather.

Those first twelve years were too painful to look back on. Studying medicine had been fucking hard.

Now that the bitter days were over, Ye Chen only wanted to enjoy life properly and did not want to recall the past.

Once he had achieved success in his studies, he could repay his family.