Looting the life force of demons to forge a golden body Martial God-Chapter 99 - 97: Set Up and Incited by Miao Ling

Well, waiting here for me, huh!

Chu Feng watched Tang Youyi’s eagerly expectant face wordlessly, feeling like he had been slightly trapped.

"Aim for the top and you’ll reach the middle, aim for the middle and you’ll get below it, aim for the bottom and you’ll get nothing."

Mr. Lu Xun said, "If you want to open a skylight, just ask to demolish the roof and wait for others to come and compromise."

Now he had become the person refusing to demolish the roof, and Tang Youyi had taken advantage of the situation smoothly.

But, seeing the hopeful expression on the latter’s slightly plump and kind face, Chu Feng found it hard to voice his refusal.

For such an honorable professor to invite him with such a respected manner, it was okay to refuse the first time.

The second request didn’t significantly affect his interests, and to refuse again seemed a bit difficult to justify; it might even annoy the other party.

If the professor were the petty type, he might bear a grudge against him, look for faults, and create trouble for him, which simply wouldn’t be worth it.

With that thought, Chu Feng nodded with a smile and said, "Sure, Professor Tang, when I find some free time, I’ll come to the Logistics Academy for a lecture."

Tang Youyi smiled contentedly, "Good! I’ll be waiting for you at the Logistics Academy!

"Just ahead is the dormitory Principal Nie has prepared for you. Please rest well, Classmate Chu."

After saying his farewells with a smile, he left.

Today’s goal was essentially achieved since he never really intended to lure Chu Feng into the Logistics Academy.

Such a promising talent, even if he were truly persuaded to get involved in logistics, Tang wouldn’t dare to accept him.

He feared the Combat Academy’s martial arts zealots might drag him out, put him in a sack, and beat him for leading astray a fine student.

As long as Chu Feng was willing to attend classes at the Logistics Academy, the mission was accomplished.

If he truly became interested, he would actively seek out instructors from the Logistics Academy to learn from; if he wasn’t interested, forced love isn’t sweet.

...

Watching Tang Youyi stride away triumphantly, Chu Feng turned to Wang Xuerui beside him and asked, speechless, "Did I just get fooled again?"

Wang Xuerui’s lips curled into a smile, "Don’t worry, Professor Tang is famously shrewd. It’s normal to be bamboozled by him.

"Everyone says it’s a pity he became a professor, as he would surely be extremely wealthy if he went into business.

"However, he’s a good person, with no bad rumors about him.

"And it’s important to maintain a good relationship with him, given that every student has to deal with the Logistics Department."

Chu Feng nodded and asked with concern, "Ms. Xuerui, I’ve been busy dealing with Professor Tang on the way here and haven’t had the chance to pay attention to you.

"You’ve seemed very quiet today; are you feeling alright?"

Wang Xuerui hesitated for a moment, then smiled and shook her head, "No, it’s just that you haven’t surpassed my realm yet, and I’m not about to let you play your hand first.

"Come on, your single dormitory is just ahead."

Her silence along the way was to avoid appearing too close to him in front of others, so as not to spread rumors and add more pressure to the injured Chu Feng.

Seeing Wang Xuerui hesitate, Chu Feng rolled his eyes.

...

Elsewhere.

While Chu Feng was talking to Nie Yan, the girl with a horse-shaped face ran all the way into Yan University’s Martial Arts Hall.

In the Martial Arts Hall, many people were practicing martial techniques with huffing and puffing sounds, each punch and kick filled with power. freewebnσvel.cøm

The girl with a horse-shaped face climbed the stairs, searched for a long time in the crowd, suddenly brightened, and quickly walked toward the southeast corner of the Martial Arts Hall.

There sat a group of people attending a class, given by a student in a black martial arts uniform with chiselled features.

His thin lips made him appear severe, and his narrow eyes combined with a distinctly angular jawline added to his sharpness.

At this moment, his lesson had reached its conclusion, as he was resolving everyone’s doubts.

Everyone had their hands raised, eagerly posing questions, but the stern-looking young man showed no impatience, thoughtfully answering one by one.

"Your issue is that your Qi and blood generation is insufficient, which is dragging down the speed of your True Force accumulation. Recently, consume more demon beast meat, preferably from Soldier Level ones..."

"The spear technique you’re practicing appears focused on the hands, but the difficulty actually lies in the legs. You need to strengthen your lower body to compensate for the lack of mobility..."

His responses were usually to the point, captivating the crowd, who looked at him with admiring gazes.

Just then, a sharp cry interrupted his explanations, "Xuan Ziyuan, someone’s poaching your corner!"

Xuan Ziyuan frowned and said coldly to the girl with a horse-shaped face, "Miao Ling, I’m explaining to everyone. We can talk about whatever it is later!"

After speaking, he continued answering questions, paying no mind to Miao Ling’s anxious face.

Miao Ling, stomping her feet in anger but not daring to interrupt his speech again, could only stand aside and wait for him to finish.

It was difficult to converse with this Xuan Ziyuan, and as the second-ranked in strength among juniors, his might was formidable; if pushed too far, he genuinely dared to strike someone.

After nearly half an hour, Xuan Ziyuan finally declared the explanation session over. After dispersing the crowd, he looked at Miao Ling and asked coldly, "What is it."

Miao Ling, with anger on her face, said, "I came over to inform you out of goodwill, and this is how you treat me?"

Xuan Ziyuan slightly lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, and, in a detached manner, said, "Speak or I’m leaving."

Miao Ling, suppressing the urge to storm off, pulled her long horse-shaped face even longer and said, "I came to tell you that Wang Xuerui has hooked up with a pretty boy!"

Upon hearing the name "Wang Xuerui," something stirred in Xuan Ziyuan’s heart, and he halted the step he was about to take.

Seeing this, Miao Ling felt triumphant inside: I knew you’d fall for this, boy!

She vividly and exaggeratedly described the scene she witnessed:

"...I just saw her holding onto that pretty boy freshman as if she wanted to push his arm into her chest, sticking to him all over!

"Outwardly pure as ice, inwardly shameless, the hypocrisy is just unbearable!

"I’ve always said that girl is quite the player, you didn’t see it, oh boy!

"The whole blushing-face act, looking so pitiable, as if she’s pure innocence..."

She babbled on without end, racking her brains to invent salacious rumors about Wang Xuerui, oblivious to Xuan Ziyuan’s increasingly darkening expression.

Suddenly, a "clang" sound pierced the air—a sword cry!

Miao Ling’s body hair stood on end. She immediately closed her mouth and leapt backward with all her might.

A "swish" sounded as a streak of sword light flashed by, slicing open her clothes and almost gutting her!

She cursed in shock, "Xuan Ziyuan, what are you going crazy for now!"

Xuan Ziyuan’s face was dark, and his already stern countenance turned as cold as a frosted corpse in a morgue, "Shut your filthy mouth!

"A martial artist who does not focus on Martial Arts, causing trouble everywhere, making things up, you use what little brain capacity you have to scheme against your classmates.

"Unable to defeat Wang Xuerui, you go around tarnishing her reputation; it’s disgusting.

"You think you can drive a wedge between me and Wang Xuerui? You think I’d fall for your tricks?!"

Miao Ling’s face darkened too, as Xuan Ziyuan hit a nerve by bringing up her defeat by Wang Xuerui—the event she was most resentful about.

The incident had impacted her mindset so significantly that her performance in subsequent competitions plummeted, causing her to fall out of the top ten and barely securing the eleventh spot on the power ranking.

If she could have defeated Xuan Ziyuan, she would have already made this ice-cold man kneel on the ground to lick her feet!

Unfortunately, since she couldn’t beat him, all she could do was angrily throw out the words, "Freshmen have to go to their dorms after registration. Go see for yourself!" Then she turned and walked away.

Watching Miao Ling’s retreating figure, Xuan Ziyuan stood with bowed head, seemingly lost in thought.

After a while, he strode forth with large steps, quickly leaving the Martial Arts Hall.

Heading towards the student dormitories in area D.