Chapter 10: Wu Feng — Don't You Dare Peek
"Alright, that's the end of the match. Ye Chen wins!" Mu Jin declared gleefully, her tone full of pride.
Her satisfaction with Ye Chen only deepened.
Despite his overwhelming strength, he had exercised restraint—none of his classmates were seriously injured. For that alone, she couldn't be more impressed.
Around the training field, several teachers exchanged looks of pure envy.
"Mu Jin, you're so lucky! When will the academy send me such a student?"
"Damn it, why isn't someone like Ye Chen in my class? If I'd known, I would have volunteered for Class Nine instead!"
Teachers groaned aloud, jealousy practically radiating from their faces.
…
Not far away, Zhou Yi had also noticed the commotion.
Her face twisted with dark displeasure.
And the moment she saw Ye Chen's terrifying potential, raw jealousy churned inside her.
Someone this talented should have been her student—under her personal instruction—to receive the best training possible!
How could that useless Soul King, Mu Jin, possibly be worthy of teaching such a prodigy?!
That boy's presence alone carried enough power to crush Mu Jin with a single punch! What could that woman possibly teach him?
"No… this kind of student belongs in Class One!"
Zhou Yi clenched her fists. She was already planning to visit the Academic Office after class and demand an explanation—how could they assign such a rare genius to that mediocre Mu Jin?!
…
Meanwhile, on the sparring platform.
Ye Chen walked over and knelt beside Wu Feng, gently helping her sit up. "Are you alright?" he asked in concern.
The other students had scattered long ago, leaving her lying on the ground alone.
Even Ning Tian, ever the support type, had sprinted off first when the fight ended.
"Mhm… I-I'm fine…" Wu Feng murmured, cheeks flushed pink.
Whatever resentment she'd felt before had long vanished.
It was her first time being this close to a boy—and Ye Chen's scent was strangely pleasant, soothing, and addictive.
Whether it was his own natural charm or the resonance between their draconic martial souls, she didn't know.
Her body felt oddly weak, leaning gently against his chest.
"I'll take you to the infirmary," he said, steadying her delicate frame before lifting her from the ground.
Because of her "transformation," Wu Feng was now wearing only a close-fitting underlayer. From most angles it looked fine, but from Ye Chen's position… he had a very different view.
There wasn't much left to the imagination.
He couldn't help but think—grown-up Wu Feng was stunning, but even "little Wu Feng" had her own kind of charm.
"H-Hey! Don't you dare peek!" Wu Feng suddenly gasped, realizing his line of sight. She quickly covered herself, glaring at him with puffed cheeks.
"I wasn't looking," Ye Chen said immediately, straight-faced.
"You totally were…"
Flustered, she muttered under her breath but didn't pull away.
Oddly enough… she wasn't angry. In fact, a tiny spark of shy happiness flickered inside her.
That feeling made her heart race with confusion.
"Wu Feng! Are you okay?!"
At that moment, Ning Tian arrived, breathless, immediately pulling out a robe and draping it over Wu Feng's shoulders.
It was routine by now—every time Wu Feng transformed, her outer clothing inevitably shredded.
Even with the elastic inner layer, once she shrank back, things got… awkward.
"I'm fine, Ning Tian," Wu Feng said with a small smile.
But when her gaze shifted toward Ye Chen's face, that calm wavered. Her heartbeat quickened.
For some reason, she felt oddly guilty… as if she'd just betrayed Ning Tian somehow.
"Sorry," Ye Chen said sincerely. "I hit harder than I meant to. Some rest and you'll be fine, though."
"No, no, you don't need to apologize. It's normal to get injured in practice. Actually… thank you for holding back." Ning Tian waved her hands frantically, her cheeks faintly pink.
Ye Chen was too thoughtful. Too gentle. Too handsome. How could a boy like this even exist?
"Come on, I'll take you both to the infirmary," Ye Chen said, helping Wu Feng to her feet.
The watching students exchanged all sorts of looks.
The boys—pure envy.
Holding that tall, fiery Wu Feng like a goddess in his arms, while also chatting so warmly with the beautiful Ning Tian? That was unfair.
The girls envied too—but for different reasons.
They envied Wu Feng and Ning Tian's beauty… and the fact that they got to interact with him.
"Alright, fight participants are done for today. Go rest. Everyone else—physical training continues!" Mu Jin announced briskly, already moving on to the next batch of students.
Unlike Zhou Yi's rigid discipline, Mu Jin always gave talented students special privileges.
If Ye Chen skipped class entirely, she'd probably cheer.
It set an example for others—power earned freedom.
After all, if strength didn't come with benefits, why strive to get stronger? Why train at all?
Zhou Yi's style, by contrast, was ruthlessly strict. No matter how talented a student was, one tardy and they were punished.
A second time, even the top-ranked in class would be expelled.
That was why so many students feared her—the endless pressure.
Her "training" crushed spirits more than it forged them.
…
Later, in the infirmary.
A healing-type soul master from Shrek Academy was tending to Wu Feng, mending her injuries.
Though severe by normal world standards—abrasions and a few minor fractures—such wounds were insignificant here.
Wu Feng sat quietly inside the ward, recovering.
Ye Chen and Ning Tian waited outside.
Ning Tian, curiosity sparkling in her bright eyes, tilted her head slightly toward him.
"Ye Chen, which sect are you from? I've never heard of any family possessing a martial soul like yours," she asked softly.
A powerful Ice Dragon spirit like his couldn't possibly be ordinary.
As a core disciple and heir candidate of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, Ning Tian had extensive knowledge of the major clans across the Douluo Continent—yet Ye Chen's martial soul didn't match any of them.
"I'm from an ordinary family of physicians," Ye Chen replied casually. "My martial soul might just be a result of ancestral regression and mutation. I got lucky."
He spoke lightly, unwilling to linger on the topic.
His parents had left not long after he was born, wandering the world as healers, never to return.
He had been raised by his grandfather and great-grandfather, learning medicine and acupuncture since childhood.
Those years had been bitter and harsh—far too exhausting to recall.
Now that his fortunes had changed, he only wished to live freely, maybe even repay his family's name one day—but without chaining himself to the past.
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