Chapter 9: I Treat You as a Brother, But You Want to...
"Xia Feng, would you like to be my disciple?"
"Huh?"
Xia Feng was momentarily stunned. "Professor Freya, aren't I already your student?"
"I'm talking about becoming my direct disciple."
Freya tied up the tail of her long burgundy hair and let it hang over her shoulder. She reached out and patted Xia Feng on the shoulder with a kind smile. "Xiao Xia, as long as you're willing to become my disciple, I can guarantee you'll reach third-level spiritual master before graduation."
Before graduation? That would take at least three years.
Xia Feng felt that he had done a good job supervising Mu Qingtong. In two years—no, in one year—he might already be a third-level spiritual master. Would he still need a teacher?
"Well, um, Professor Freya, I think I need some time to consider it."
"Hmm?"
The red-haired woman frowned, and the kind smile on her lips widened. "Xiao Xia, how long do you need to think about it?"
Xia Feng's hair stood on end at her soft whisper. He raised his eyes slightly, meeting the woman's gentle and loving gaze. However, what he saw was a flaming lioness blocking out the sky, staring at him with terrifying vertical pupils.
Xia Feng quickly took a step back and smiled. "Professor, you're too close."
"..."
"You have strong willpower," Freya snorted, taking a step back but still smiling gently. "Then, Xiao Xia, take a few days to think about it. Don't rush to reply, and don't feel bad about rejecting me. After all, I, Professor Freya, am the most considerate~~"
You'd better be!
"Alright then, the class continues. You choose a classmate to come up."
Freya regained her solemn and cold expression, scanning the classroom with a dignified gaze.
Xia Feng pointed at someone randomly and returned to his seat.
However, as soon as he sat down, he felt a resentful gaze.
He smiled and tilted his head. "Hey, dear daughter, why are you looking at Daddy like that?"
Mushroom's molars were grinding, and she stared at Xia Feng with a faint expression. "Tell me, is there anything else you're hiding?"
"There is a secret, but I can't tell you now," Xia Feng said sincerely, not wanting to lie to his good friend anymore.
"There's another secret?" Mushroom glanced suspiciously at Xia Feng's stomach, her imagination running wild. "You're not a woman, are you?"
As she spoke, she subconsciously reached out.
"Whoa, what are you doing?!" Xia Feng quickly swatted her hand away, his eyes wide in shock. "I treat you as a brother, but you want to have your way with me?!"
"Tsk..." Mushroom curled her lips, her beautiful eyes drooping as she stared at Xia Feng through her black-framed glasses, muttering, "I didn't think so before, but now I see that you must look stunning in women's clothing! How about it, Feng? Why don't you try wearing women's clothes? I'll pay you!"
The more she spoke, the brighter her eyes became. Xia Feng drooped his eyelids and pushed her face away with his palm. "Get away from me!"
"Mmm~~" Because Mushroom was so short, she looked like a newly sprouted potato under Xia Feng's palm, her tuft of hair bouncing around.
She blinked her big, sincere eyes between Xia Feng's fingers and held up five fingers. "Fifty thousand for one time!"
Xia Feng's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you insulting my character? Am I, Xia Feng, such a person?"
"One hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, no more! This is a friendship price because you're my best friend!" She raised both hands, spreading her fingers.
"One hundred thousand? It's not impossible. Ugh!"
Xia Feng continued to hold her little face to keep her at bay, his expression firm. "I'm telling you, your father regards money as dirt. Don't even think about using dirty money to make me bow!"
Well—of course, the main reason was that he was running out of time. Money and other material things were trivial now. The priority was finding a way to extend the activity of his heart!
Mushroom was about to say something when the bell signaling the end of class rang.
Xia Feng patted the little mushroom's head and stood up. "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"Eh? No, where are you going? We agreed to have dinner together!"
"I need to talk to Mu Qingtong about something," Xia Feng said, waving his hand as he walked away, leaving her with only his back.
Mushroom looked resentful. "Tsk, you forget about your brothers when you get a girlfriend, you jerk!"
"Where is she?"
Standing in the crowded corridor, Xia Feng held his forehead helplessly. This woman was born in the Year of the Rabbit. She disappeared the moment he wasn't paying attention.
Fortunately, he had gotten Mu Qingtong's cell phone number yesterday.
[Xia Feng: Where are you? I need to talk to you.]
He sent a text message, and the other party responded quickly.
[Experience package: Boundless Square.]
Tap, tap—
But at that moment, a pair of high-heeled sandals approached, and Xia Feng looked up.
Cha Naxue's expression was gentle and indifferent, her purple eyes smiling. "Xia Feng, do you have time to chat?"
Buzz~
Xia Feng looked down.
[Experience package: You have five minutes. I won't wait longer.]
You're so cool! Xia Feng complained inwardly, put away his phone, and quickly turned to head downstairs. As he walked away, he waved his hand and said hurriedly, "I have something urgent to do. I'll leave first. Let's talk next time."
The words Cha Naxue was about to say stuck in her throat. She stared at the man's retreating back in shock, pursed her lips, and remained silent for a long time.
Xia Feng followed the crowd downstairs, and after a few steps, he saw a dark car gliding up to him like a ghost.
The car door opened slightly.
In the luxurious and elegant back seat, a woman in a dark black dress sat lazily with her legs crossed. She tilted her head and smiled faintly. "Get in the car."
As expected of you, the Witch of Destruction. Your entrance was quite cool. Xia Feng swiftly got into the car.
The car door closed, and he glanced to the side. Sitting in the driver's seat was a maid with rose-red hair, resting with her eyes closed and her arms folded across her chest.
"She's my personal maid. You can call her 'Fei.'"
Xia Feng continued to look curiously at the car's understated interior. It was his first time seeing such an expensive hover car. Forgive his restlessness, but he lightly tapped the magic hover ball on the armrest.
"That's a weapon that absorbs spiritual pressure. If you touch it for too long, it can drain the spiritual pressure of a low-level spiritual master."
Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, silently withdrew his hand, suppressed his curiosity, and turned back.
The woman's long legs were crossed under her elegant black skirt. At the end of her slender, pale calves, crystal high heels dangled from her crystal-clear toes, swinging back and forth.
She tilted her chin to one side, a strand of silver hair falling down her cheek. Her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity. "Mr. Xia, I'm curious. Is your strength a natural gift, or is it the result of external forces, like the evil god?"
"..."
Why do they think I worship the evil god? Do I look like the son of the evil god? Xia Feng was filled with righteous indignation. "Ms. Mu, you can question my character, but you can't question my talent!"
He smiled confidently and mysteriously. "I'm not bragging. I can cultivate as fast as you can imagine!"
"As for the evil god? As a law-abiding citizen of the empire, how could I, Xia Feng, be involved with such a thing?"
"Oh? Is that so?" Mu Qingtong raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at the maid sitting in the front seat.
The rose-red-haired maid opened her eyes, the red glow in her pupils fading away. She nodded expressionlessly. "It's all true."
"???"
Xia Feng was stunned. Wow, you can even do a lie detector test? You're something else!
Fortunately, he wasn't lying.
The Demon Heart was already the core organ of his body, keeping his strength synchronized with Mu Qingtong's at all times. So, rounding it off, Mu Qingtong's talent was his talent.
Very clever!
Yes, that's right. I am a genius! Xia Feng kept brainwashing himself.
Is this true? Mu Qingtong felt inexplicably conflicted, and a light gradually appeared in her lazy golden eyes. It turned out that there really were geniuses like her in this world!
She suddenly felt ashamed and disgusted with her former complacent self.
But more than that, she felt an unprecedented sense of security—the security of finding someone similar, an opponent, and the meaning of life.
Though she was a little excited, she maintained a calm smile on her face. "So, Mr. Xia, why did you come to see me today?"