Cosplay as Mu Jin

A moment later, Mu Jin seemed to have enough of her fun and pulled back the foot she had pressed against the inner thigh of Chen Jie's leg.

She picked up her water glass, took a small sip, and looked at Chen Jie, making a soft suggestion:

"After we finish eating, how about I accompany you for a walk around the campus?"

Chen Jie nodded. "I'll listen to the teacher."

Right at that moment, a cold, hard voice rang out from nearby.

It was Zhou Yi who had arrived. Her short, sharp dark hair and the thin-framed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose made her gaze behind the lenses sharp and piercing. A deep blue academy combat uniform trimmed with silver set off her powerful aura.

Normally she always deliberately put on a strict, aged demeanor, but at this moment she had her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze sweeping back and forth over Mu Jin and Chen Jie while the corners of her mouth curled into a mocking sneer.

"Well now, Mu Jin, your days are certainly leisurely. What, could it be that you couldn't stand the loneliness and plan to pasture an old cow on tender grass?"

As soon as these words came out, quite a few cadets nearby turned their heads to look over.

Mu Jin's cheeks instantly turned crimson, and she abruptly stood up, the fire in her heart surging upward:

"Zhou Yi, stop talking nonsense! I'm simply having dinner with a student and discussing matters of cultivation!"

Immediately following that, she shot right back, her tone carrying a trace of derision:

"However, I have heard that the overall cultivation levels of the freshmen in your class are far from ideal, and there are hardly any who have reached rank thirty. At this rate, I'm afraid you won't have any hope of competing for the academy's senior professional title this year."

Zhou Yi's expression sank on the spot, her gaze turning a fraction colder as she stepped up to the challenge:

"Since you are so confident, why don't we make a wager? The Freshman Assessment is about to begin, so let's see whose respective class achieves a higher overall ranking."

Her tone was utterly resolute as she stated the stakes:

"The loser will produce a Soul Bone. I'll put up my Secret Technique Soul Bone; it can enhance the power of Soul Skills and secret arts, and it's extremely rare."

Mu Jin didn't shrink back in the slightest, immediately accepting the bet:

"Fine! I'll use my Left Arm Soul Bone to wager. If my class ranks higher, this Secret Technique Soul Bone belongs to me; if I lose, my Left Arm Soul Bone will be handed over to you!"

Zhou Yi pushed up her glasses, her expression stern:

"It's a deal, no backing down."

With that, Zhou Yi let out a cold snort and turned to leave directly.

The cafeteria soon returned to its clamor, and the two of them had just finished their dinner.

Chen Jie knew the history from the original text clearly, understanding that Mu Jin and Zhou Yi had long been at odds and constantly competed in secret.

Yet he didn't point it out directly, intending to use questioning to smoothly comfort Mu Jin and gradually walk into her heart.

He looked at Mu Jin, where residual anger still lingered between her brows, and slowly asked:

"Teacher, what is the background of that person just now? Could it be that she and you have always had bad blood?"

Mu Jin let out a long sigh, her brow still tightly furrowed and her face full of vexation:

"Don't mention her anymore; she's just a lunatic who acts tyrannically."

Having worked together for so many years, Zhou Yi always opposed her at every turn. Today she had even resorted to public sarcasm, causing her a great deal of embarrassment.

Added to that was the wager involving a Soul Bone they had just struck, piling one matter after another onto her heart and leaving her in a very heavy mood.

Mu Jin suppressed the churning emotions at the bottom of her heart, and her previous desire to go for a walk vanished completely. She looked at Chen Jie with a flat tone:

"Today's guidance is enough for you, go back and cultivate on your own."

Chen Jie's expression didn't show the slightest ripple as he muttered inwardly: This woman really pulls her pants up and refuses to acknowledge anyone.

Outwardly, however, he remained respectful and polite, giving a slight bow as he said:

"Thank you for the teacher's guidance, if I have doubts next time I will come again."

With that, Chen Jie turned and left the cafeteria. Stepping out of the noisy dining hall, the frustration he had been harboring surged up entirely; the flirtation beneath the table was still vivid in his mind, yet the moment she turned around she was this cold and distant-it was truly infuriating.

He avoided the passing cadets all the way, seeking out a quiet, deserted spot. Confirming that there were no onlookers around, a thought stirred within his mind as he directly activated his ability and stepped into the Sumeru Micro-World.

As soon as he entered the Sumeru Micro-World, everything was quiet all around, spiritual herbs grew lushly everywhere, and the air was filled with a dense, gentle spiritual energy, exceptionally serene.

Chen Jie felt blocked up inside, his heart full of displeasure at the mere thought of Mu Jin's attitude just now.

She had been secretly flirting with him a moment ago, only to coldly chase him away the next second-the contrast was simply outrageous. With a thought, he communicated with his Sea of Consciousness, summoning the Ice Empress out directly.

The Ice Empress possessed an exquisite appearance, a head of lush green hair draped smoothly over her shoulders, a delicate and cold face, and a pair of golden eyes that were both bright and sly, looking exceptionally spirited.

She wore an exquisite green and white long dress, the hem short enough to just cover her thighs, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs. The skin on her legs was white, delicate, and evenly proportioned, paired with her cold temperament, making her both pure and alluring. Faint ice mists drifted around her entire body, cool to the touch yet not biting.

The Ice Empress crossed her arms, the corners of her mouth holding a mischievous smile as she watched the thoroughly displeased Chen Jie with keen interest.

"Well, A Jie, is it uncomfortable, do you need help?"

She walked forward slowly, having seen everything that happened in the cafeteria crystal-clear. Smiling, she teased: "I watched the whole thing from inside the Sea of Consciousness. That Mu Jin teacher of yours is just too interesting; sneaking around flirting with you is one thing, but she turns around and chases you away like that. Aren't you feeling especially stifled inside?"

Chen Jie didn't follow her words to chat idly, his expression slightly irritable: "Cut the crap, cosplay as Mu Jin today."

The moment his voice fell, giving the Ice Empress no chance to react at all, he stepped forward and struck directly, tackling her straight down into the soft cluster of spiritual grass.

The Ice Empress was instantly stunned, caught completely off-guard as she tumbled onto the green grassy ground. Her lush green hair scattered in a disarray, and her dress became slightly rumpled.

Involuntarily, she curled her long legs, her cold, pretty face instantly dyeing with a layer of flush as her golden pupils widened slightly. Soon, following his earlier demand, she deliberately imitated Mu Jin's tone, putting on a pretense of dignity and speaking in a low voice:

"Stop... I am your teacher after all."

Oh~ ho-ho-ho~

An hour later...

Only to see a layer of faint green-golden brilliance circulate around the Ice Empress, while the gorgeous gold-green crown originally upon her head slowly faded away.

That head of bright, lush green hair had a strand separated and braided into an exquisite thin plait, the remaining jade-colored locks like clouds cascading down her shoulders.

She leaned her upper body forward, both palms pressing gently against the grass-covered ground, her waist bent and her hips slightly arched upward.

A light blue sheer gauze dress enveloped her slender figure, light gauze ribbons fluttering and stretching outward along her sleeves and skirt hem.

Her slender, flawless white legs stretched backward, and a pair of dark brown thin-heeled high heels stepped onto the soft turf.

The branches and leaves of the spiritual herbs filtered mottled dark shadows, and slanting lines of light intersected to cover the semi-transparent gauze dress as well as her fair skin.

Only her signature warm golden-orange eyes remained unchanged, still bright and eye-catching.

Chen Jie walked up slowly, pressing tightly against the Ice Empress's rear from behind.

Pressed against her back, he could distinctly smell a faint, cold fragrance of ice that belonged to the Ice Empress.

Faint red patterns quietly crept over the Ice Empress's delicate skin, fine beads of fragrant sweat dampening her temples, and her shoulders and back heaving slightly. She turned her head sideways, her voice soft and carrying a hint of ingratiating yet coy intent as she asked in a low whisper:

"Did I learn well? Do you like the current teacher?"

Chen Jie's breath brushed against the edge of her ear, his tone carrying a trace of mockery as he spoke indifferently:

"Lacking a sliver of mature allure, you still need to study a lot more."

The Ice Empress's body shuddered violently, and a soft moan spilled from her lips:

"Ah~"

Her golden-orange eyes were veiled with a layer of mist, the reddish patterns on her neck grew even more distinct, and her slender body trembled gently, pleading in a soft, wronged, and tender whisper:

"A bit lighter... it hurts a little."