Young People Could Fall Asleep at the Drop of a Hat

Wu Feng had clearly come alone. Ning Tian, the young lady of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, was nowhere in sight.

What surprised Lu Yi was that Wu Feng seemed to have come specifically for him.

"I even went to your dorm looking for you! So this is where you were!" Wu Feng had a fiery temper, yet her voice was icy. Her arrogance was practically spilling over, just like Wang Dong's when she had first arrived.

Lu Yi was gradually getting used to the attitude of these sect-born nobles. He answered just as brusquely, "What do you want?"

"Fight me!" Wu Feng said bluntly. Mu Jin's words in class today clearly hadn't convinced her.

"So much for keeping a low profile!"

Lu Yi regretted watching Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong fight. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have fought Wang Dong himself. Mu Jin wouldn't have made him vice class monitor, and he wouldn't have caught Wu Feng's attention.

All he wanted was to study magic in peace and cultivate his Soul Power on the side.

Then, when the time came, he could open with Avada Kedavra against any enemy. Evil Soul Master or Titled Douluo, he wanted none of them anywhere near him.

But Shrek encouraged fighting. The more he avoided a fight, the more everyone saw him as a soft persimmon ripe for squeezing.

"Mu Jin gave you a chance today. Why didn't you challenge someone from another class instead of coming after me?"

Lu Yi didn't accept the challenge right away. He launched a verbal attack first. "Do I look easier to bully than that level-twenty-one student with Twin Martial Souls, just because I'm a level-seventeen vice class monitor?"

Having nearly had her true motive exposed, Wu Feng shot back, "That's not it! The young—Ning Tian stopped me. She told me not to get into conflicts with classmates!"

In fact, if Ning Tian had expressly forbidden her from troubling Lu Yi, Wu Feng would have obeyed, however dissatisfied she felt.

But Ning Tian was precisely why she had come alone.

Lu Yi had beaten a level-twenty-one student with a thousand-year second Soul Ring and Twin Martial Souls. That was more than enough to show his potential.

After class at noon, Ning Tian had already instructed her family's covert contacts to investigate Lu Yi's background.

Wu Feng's task was to pretend she remained unconvinced and come test what Lu Yi was made of.

Ning Tian had also specifically told her not to let the fight get out of hand. A brief exchange would do. If Lu Yi was worth recruiting, souring their relationship over this would only backfire.

"If Ning Tian really stopped you, aren't you disobeying your young mistress's orders right now?" Lu Yi asked, seeing through Wu Feng's clumsy act.

Wu Feng was momentarily speechless. Then suspicion filled her face. "Lu Yi, how do you know who my young mistress is? Did you investigate us?"

Great.

Another fool!

This was hardly the first time Lu Yi had been left speechless, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Did these sect nobles never use their brains for anything besides cultivation?

Or had they trained so hard they'd grown muscles in their heads?

"Come on. The way you hang on the class monitor's every word, plus her surname—who couldn't tell you're her little follower?" Lu Yi said without beating around the bush.

"Is... is it that obvious?" Wu Feng began to doubt herself. She had tried her best to be discreet around other people. Had she really been seen through that easily?

Realizing the conversation had gone off track, she composed herself. "Enough talk. I won't bully you—I'll hold my strength back to level seventeen. Today, you're fighting me whether you like it or not!"

As she spoke, the phantom of a red fire dragon appeared behind her. Wu Feng suddenly grew a few inches taller, and her already full figure became even more voluptuous. The buttons of her school uniform popped open.

But Wu Feng had clearly anticipated this. Instead of giving Lu Yi an eyeful, her open uniform revealed a tight red leather outfit underneath.

Well-endowed, but stingy!

Wu Feng completed her Martial Soul Possession, two yellow Soul Rings circling her body. Without another word, she drove her foot into the ground, stamping a deep pit in the turf, and charged at Lu Yi like a chariot.

"First Soul Skill: Dragon's Fire!"

Scorching flames spilled outward, enveloping Wu Feng. Like a fireball, she closed the distance to Lu Yi in an instant.

"I don't have time to fool around with you!"

With Wu Feng almost upon him, Lu Yi leaned backward and narrowly dodged her punch. A faint barrier kept the searing flames a foot from his body.

"Stupefy!"

The flames around Wu Feng vanished at once. Then she crashed into him chest-first.

Lu Yi felt as though two mountains were bearing down on him. Already off balance, he was struck by that blatant foul and fell to the ground, becoming Wu Feng's human cushion.

"Ow!"

The pain in his backside left Lu Yi no leisure to appreciate the girl's supple body.

His physique was little different from an ordinary person's. Under their combined weight, his backside took the full impact.

Lu Yi patted Wu Feng, who was lying on top of him. Her head merely tipped sideways, her cheek coming to rest against his chest. She seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Ah, to be young—out cold the moment your head hit the pillow!

Of course, Lu Yi knew Stupefy's primary effect wasn't sleep. It knocked its target unconscious.

Still, seeing Wu Feng up close, Lu Yi had to admit her looks were flawless.

Unconscious, her relaxed features had a touch of sweetness. She looked like a different person from the fiery girl she was when awake. Unfortunately, like him, she liked girls.

Just as Lu Yi found himself taking another look at Wu Feng, a glistening thread of drool ran from the corner of her mouth and dripped onto his school uniform.

"Eugh."

Lu Yi pushed Wu Feng away in disgust and let her lie on the soft grass. He didn't take advantage of her, but he had no intention of casting a counterspell for her, either.

She'd wake up soon enough!

After casting a cleaning charm on his soiled uniform, the "scumbag" Lu Yi walked straight away from where they had fought, leaving the unconscious girl sprawled on the grass.

This spar had been nothing like his previous fight with Wang Dong. Last time, Lu Yi had been testing his own strength and had favored a head-on confrontation.

And with so many people watching, he hadn't wanted to use overly powerful control magic.

Judging by this, at least at this stage, he could hold his own against most Soul Masters in a one-on-one fight.

But Lu Yi wasn't blindly confident. Surprise was his greatest asset right now, which was why he tried not to reveal his trump cards in front of others too soon.

As time passed and everyone reached level forty or fifty, his small advantage could vanish entirely if he made no major breakthroughs with his spells and his opponents came to understand him better.

"I still need to find a way to toughen up!" Lu Yi looked at his less-than-impressive muscles. "A flesh-and-blood body really is a wizard's greatest limitation!"

He glanced at one of the clocks scattered around campus. Class was about to start, so he hurried toward the classroom.