Looting the life force of demons to forge a golden body Martial God-Chapter 100 - 98: Craving for Sister, The Incongruent Heart of Xuan Ziyuan

Chapter 100: Chapter 98: Craving for Sister, The Incongruent Heart of Xuan Ziyuan

Wang Xue Rui propped up Chu Feng and walked him to the door of the exquisitely designed single-occupancy dormitory, taking out the keys Nie Yan had given her.

Upon opening the door, a tidy and spacious room came into view, making Chu Feng’s eyes light up, "Are the school’s accommodations this good?"

Wang Xue Rui pushed him inside, closed the door casually, and laughed in response, "Of course not, you’re this year’s top scholar, so you get exemptions from tuition fees and the best single dormitory as special treatment.

"Yan University’s dormitories are divided into four areas, ABCD, with D-section being the freshman dormitory area.

"There are three types of dorms here, single, double, and six-person rooms.

"There are only ten buildings with single rooms, and building No. 1 is the best. These are allocated at the time of enrollment based on the results of the Martial Arts Grand Exam.

"What’s more, it even comes with a private training ground and simple cultivation facilities for your personal use.

"However, in two months the freshman combat power rankings will be revised, and dormitories will be reallocated based on the ranking list.

"So you might only live here for two months."

Chu Feng collapsed onto the fabric sofa in the living room, puzzled, "Combat power ranking?"

Wang Xue Rui also sat on the sofa, lazily stretching out, her proud and rounded curves causing Chu Feng’s eyes to widen:

"Yan University’s rule — actually, every Martial Arts University has similar rules — is that two months after the school starts, a competition is held based on combat power to re-determine rankings and privileges.

"A second combat power ranking competition is held in the latter half of the semester.

"For example, those ranked in the top ten are eligible to live in single dormitories, rank 11 to 50 get to live in double rooms, and everyone else is crammed into six-person rooms.

"Such as priority over training facilities, the right to borrow restricted books from the library, and priority in selecting missions, and so on.

"At the same time, the top fifty will receive extra rewards, and the prizes for the top ten are even more lavish.

"These usually include credits, custom equipment, Cultivation Pills, Mental Strength Potions, and additional facility usage time quotas, all of which are great items not available to the outside world.

"The combat power ranking competition is the grand event of the entire school and the best channel for standing out and obtaining more resources, so you must secure a good ranking.

"I certainly don’t want to see you being kicked out of your dormitory with a downcast look."

Chu Feng understood, "So there’s this mechanism to compel students to strive for improvement, making those with lower rankings feel the disparity in treatment and chase after the top."

Then snickered, "How laughable, could something like this hinder Young Master Chu, the pride of a generation?

"I hereby declare unilaterally that I have taken the top spot. If anyone dares to challenge me, they’ll get a beating."

Wang Xue Rui giggled, "Well, just make sure you don’t get your top scholar title snatched away. That would be too embarrassing, I wouldn’t acknowledge you as my younger brother then."

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, moving closer to Wang Xue Rui, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t acknowledge a younger brother, just recognize me as your sweetheart."

Wang Xue Rui rolled her eyes, "A toad yawning — such a big mouth you have. Beat me first then talk.

"Stay away, don’t even think about taking advantage of me."

She pushed away the weakened Chu Feng with disgust, her mischievous smile appearing as she saw his aggrieved face, "You must be hungry, right? Sister will go buy you some food, wait here.

"Eat something nutritious to recover quickly, so you stop clinging to me all day, ruining my reputation."

After failing to take advantage, Chu Feng lay listlessly on his back on the sofa, tilting his head, his eyes following Wang Xue Rui’s graceful figure, "I want to eat sister.

"Remember to add some chili, I’m craving spicy.

"Thanks, dear sister."

"Shut it, no need to thank me, just pay me back later," Wang Xue Rui warned, waving her little white fist threateningly before pushing the door and leaving.

As Chu Feng watched her leave, he made an effort to stand and began to stroll around the room with interest.

...

With a smile on her face, Wang Xue Rui stepped out the door; she really enjoyed the way she and Chu Feng got along.

It was simple yet a bit warm, allowing her to freely show her true colors, saying whatever she wanted to say.

Without having to put on a mask or disguise herself, it was very comfortable.

She was about to head toward the university cafeteria — Yan University’s cafeteria operated year-round to provide food for students staying on campus — when she caught sight of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.

The moment the figure saw her, he immediately performed a standard "turning back," flipping his head as if he had not seen her at all, and walked away with his back to her, as naturally as could be.

Wang Xue Rui instantly understood, anger building inside her as the smile on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold expression.

She called out in an icy tone, "Xuan Ziyuan, are you stalking me?"

Xuan Ziyuan’s unrequited love for her was not new, and almost the entire senior class knew about it.

It’s just that his brain seemed to have become stupefied from martial arts training, and he thought he was hiding it well. Every time he saw her, he’d put on a cold face, pretending to be indifferent, which was quite laughable.

Wang Xue Rui felt nothing for him and was pleased to pretend ignorance.

But this time, Xuan Ziyuan stalking her had crossed her line.

Moreover, she had just walked out of Chu Feng’s dormitory, and if that scene were seen by Xuan Ziyuan, it might affect Chu Feng.

A cold voice reached Xuan Ziyuan’s ears, causing his entire body to stiffen.

Turning around, he looked at Wang Xuerui, his chiseled face set in a rigid expression:

"I just happened to pass by."

Wang Xuerui sneered, "What a coincidence, I just came back and ’ran into you’! Are you harboring improper thoughts about me?

"Who told you about my whereabouts!"

Angry and no longer bothering to feign ignorance, she went straight for the jugular, piercing Xuan Ziyuan’s heart with her words.

The latter, caught off guard, found his carefully crafted disguise ripped apart, and in his panic, some embarrassment turned into anger as he said with a deep voice:

"Wang Xuerui, don’t make unreasonable trouble. When have I ever harbored... improper intentions towards you!

"I was just passing by and happened to be leaving. Believe it or not, I have no obligation to explain to you!"

After dropping those harsh words, he turned and left with feigned composure.

Yet his footsteps seemed a bit unsteady.

Wang Xuerui watched his retreating figure, her face showing confusion: Could it really be just a chance encounter, and not that he was following her, deliberately creating this ’coincidence’?

Shaking her head, she decided not to think about it anymore.

Right now, only the half-dead brother in dormitory number one was worth her concern.

She had to hurry and buy food, lest that guy take the excuse of being hungry to act spoiled and try every which way to take advantage of her.

Thinking of Chu Feng, the ice on her face began to crack, and she couldn’t help but reveal a hint of a smile.

She slung her snow-white hands behind her back, and as light and buoyant as a little deer, she hummed a tune on her way to the cafeteria.

...

On the other side, Xuan Ziyuan, who had just turned the corner and left Wang Xuerui’s sight with his ruthless and cool demeanor, suddenly slumped.

He slowly leaned his arms and head against the wall, his eyes lifeless as he stared at the ground, his entire being seeming to turn to ash.

Muttering to himself, "I’m so stupid... how could I say those things... she’s guessed it... ah ah ah!"

A low, hysterical roar began to echo, filled with extreme pain and deep despair.

Like a dying wolf releasing its last life force.

After wallowing in grief for a while, Xuan Ziyuan’s red face gradually calmed down, and light returned to his eyes as he murmured:

"It’s okay, she has no proof, it was just a wild guess.

"I didn’t admit it, so it’s not true. There’s still room to maneuver!"

No sooner had he spoken than a hesitant female voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Um... President Xuan, what are you doing here? What evidence?"

Xuan Ziyuan’s face dramatically changed!

He straightened his back and his eyes sliced sharply backward, startling the tender-faced girl behind him into a shiver.

Xuan Ziyuan’s heart raced with surprise and anger: This is bad, I was too immersed and lost awareness of my surroundings!

But outwardly he remained calm, leisurely straightening his collar, his voice ominously dark as he asked, "What did you hear?"

The tender-faced girl turned pale with fear, not wanting to have upset the Vice President of the Martial Arts Association, both respected and feared:

"I... I didn’t hear anything, just that you said, no evidence, something about room to maneuver..."

Xuan Ziyuan internally sighed in relief, but kept his expression cold:

"While on a mission, I caught a criminal but couldn’t find the evidence. I was just thinking about how to break the case.

"This matter is a secret, not to be disclosed. Did you get that?"

After a moment’s thought, he added, "Especially to Wang Xuerui, she... she is competing with me on this mission!

"Yes, a competitor!"

The tender-faced girl, upon hearing this, stiffened up in solidarity and declared loudly:

"Please rest assured, President Xuan, I will keep it a secret!"

Xuan Ziyuan nodded in satisfaction, waving her off, "Alright, you may go."

"Yes!"

He watched the girl respond crisply and quickly walk away before he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken.