Chapter 18: Ning Tian's Test and Wang Dong's Curiosity
However, neither Ning Tian nor Wu Feng's bodies were anywhere near as resilient as Ye Chen's. Even eating a tiny bit of ten-thousand-year whale glue was enough for its side effects to kick in.
Ye Chen noticed the two occasionally sneaking glances his way—their eyes glimmering with a strange, feverish heat.
And every now and then… they'd squeeze their legs together mid-run.
"I still have more—want some?" Ye Chen asked, raising an eyebrow at both.
"No, no, no! We're fine!"
"Next time, maybe!"
Both girls waved their hands rapidly, faces reddening.
The flush came partly from running dozens of laps—blood pumping from exertion—but also from the whale glue's very… stimulating nature.
Thankfully, they'd only eaten a small amount, or else they'd be sprinting for the restroom instead of the finish line by now.
"Alright then." Ye Chen shrugged and continued eating his portion at a steady pace.
The girls looked at him, flabbergasted.
"Ye Chen… you don't feel anything strange?" Ning Tian asked hesitantly.
"Nope," he said casually. "Just a bit warm. Feels fine."
So long as he ate in moderation, his dragon physique negated nearly all the side effects. At most, only a faint warmth remained—nothing troublesome.
"You're sure? Totally fine?" Wu Feng pressed louder this time, exchanging a quick look with Ning Tian.
Both their gazes drifted downward toward Ye Chen's lower half.
Nothing. No reaction whatsoever.
"Wait… could it be—"
Wu Feng and Ning Tian slowed their pace, falling behind Ye Chen as they glanced at each other, horror dawning on their faces.
They both knew exactly how whale glue worked. Yet Ye Chen showed zero response. That could only mean one thing…
"No way… not him! He's too handsome for that!" Wu Feng mumbled, unwilling to believe it.
"Yeah, no, impossible… Maybe his body's used to it? Too much whale glue built up resistance…" Ning Tian said quickly, trying to comfort herself—but suspicion lingered.
"…What if we test him?" Wu Feng whispered suddenly, her eyes glinting.
"How… do we test him?" Ning Tian asked cautiously.
"Like this—come closer…"
Wu Feng leaned in, whispering her mischievous idea directly into Ning Tian's ear, still jogging smoothly all the while.
"Eh? Isn't that a bit… much?" Ning Tian blushed, instinctively slowing down. Wu Feng's idea was as bold as it was inappropriate.
"What's the harm? If you don't wanna, I'll do it!" Wu Feng replied with a smirk, clearly unconcerned.
"Hmph, forget it. I'll do it myself," Ning Tian declared, puffing her cheeks. "You're all theory and no action anyway. You'd just make a fool of us."
Ye Chen, meanwhile, had no idea of their plotting. He simply kept his steady rhythm, lost in thought, until something caught his eye.
Another class had arrived at the track—led by none other than Zhou Yi.
Her class had just finished combat training. The students looked exhausted, stumbling slightly as they entered the field.
But Zhou Yi showed no sympathy.
"Pathetic! One practice match and you're already drained? How will you survive the freshman tournament like this?" she barked harshly.
"All of you—fifty laps within one hour! Fail, and you're out!"
"Teacher… we're almost out of soul power already. Isn't fifty laps too much? Maybe we could rest a few minutes first?" pleaded one desperate student.
He was near the peak of rank 19—just one step from 20—and didn't see the need for such torture. With his talent and family resources, success was guaranteed anyway.
He wasn't used to this kind of brutal training.
"Oh? What did you just say?"
Zhou Yi's gaze snapped toward him like a hawk sighting prey. Her eyes narrowed sharply, and that one look made the boy's blood run cold.
He was talented, yes—but Zhou Yi didn't care about talent. She demanded absolute obedience.
Only those who followed her methods precisely could be molded to her standards.
The student swallowed hard. But he'd spoken already—no use backing down now.
"Teacher Zhou Yi," he said firmly, "such intense training will only damage our bodies. I suggest taking a five-minute break before continuing."
Some classmates nodded quietly in agreement, though most stayed silent, terrified of provoking her wrath.
To them, Zhou Yi's authority felt absolute—like a domineering homeroom teacher who held an entire class under total control.
Zhou Yi simply smiled coldly. "Very well, in that case… you're free to rest."
The student blinked in surprise. "Really?!"
Relief washed over him instantly. Maybe she wasn't so unreasonable after all—
"Yes," she continued smoothly, "you're expelled. Rest as long as you like—you won't need to come back again."
"Wha—?!"
Stunned, the boy froze on the track as she turned away.
Zhou Yi didn't bother explaining further.
She gestured to the others. "Everyone else—start running!"
Her voice was like a whip crack, snapping the class back into motion.
No one dared complain now; they threw themselves onto the track without hesitation.
The expelled student left in silence, disbelief etched on his face.
"Man, that old bat's ruthless," Wang Dong muttered under his breath while jogging alongside Huo Yuhao.
Even he couldn't help feeling irritated. His cultivation rank was strong enough to handle the pace, but Zhou Yi's methods grated on him.
"Keep your voice down," Huo Yuhao warned between breaths. "If she hears you, we're both dead."
Though his soul power had grown significantly, he was still one of the weaker ones in Class One.
Thankfully, with his Xuan Tian Technique and iron will, he had adapted to the grueling routines.
Fifty laps now felt almost easy—compared to the one hundred Zhou Yi had made them run days before.
"Eh? Who's that guy, running so fast?" Wang Dong suddenly exclaimed.
Huo Yuhao looked up just in time to see him pointing ahead—at Ye Chen.
The pace difference was striking.
While most students jogged at a normal speed, Ye Chen's stride was twice as long, his breathing steady, his body cutting through the air effortlessly.
Even Ning Tian and Wu Feng had fallen far behind.
"Whoosh—"
Wang Dong wasn't one to be outdone. Competitive by nature, he grinned and burst forward in pursuit.
"Hey, slow down! You'll burn yourself out!" Huo Yuhao called after him, but didn't give chase. His current stamina couldn't match that kind of speed.
Wang Dong, however, ignored him completely—eyes fixed on his target, legs accelerating as he set off after Ye Chen.
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