Chapter 67: Ning RongRong (Patreon)

Lu Feng adjusted himself and followed Liu Erlong out of the room.

The sight of her graceful, slender figure—so close he could almost reach out and touch it—left a mesmerizing curve in her wake, the kind that could drive men wild with desire and stir envy in women.

It made the memories from earlier resurface in his mind.

Her skin was as smooth and tight as a young girl's, yet with an added softness to it.

In this world, if one became a high-level soul master at a young age, their appearance would remain preserved—eternally youthful. And as their soul power grew, impurities would be expelled from their bodies, their resistance and internal structure continuously strengthening. Their skin would become flawless, free of scars, dark spots, or blemishes, needing no makeup to look perfect. Their figures would only grow more refined with time.

Because of this, high-level female soul masters only grew more beautiful, more alluring. Their jade-like faces never aged, while their charm, grace, and presence only heightened.

And among them, Liu Erlong was a goddess beyond compare.

Now, with power in her grasp and seated in the high position of a President, she carried an additional aura of brilliance—radiant and untouchable, the kind of elite elegance that was both captivating and distant.

And yet, just moments ago, he had been able to pinned and taste her sweet mouth…

Now, it was time to put on an act.

Seeing President Liu's calm and composed demeanor—as if nothing had happened at all—he couldn't help but admire her.

True acting talent!

But his own acting skills weren't half bad either.

With a faint smile, Lu Feng stepped out.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu approached him.

Zhu Zhuqing's almond-shaped eyes flickered with concern. "Everything alright?"

Lu Feng wrapped an arm around her waist. "Yeah, no problem. If you're curious, I can give you all the details later."

Liu Erlong, who had just elegantly picked up a wine glass and taken a sip, nearly choked.

My dear Alliance Leader… are you seriously planning to tell your fiancée about what just happened between us?!

During their earlier conversation, Lu Feng had briefly explained his current situation, openly mentioning that Zhu Zhuqing was his fiancée. There was no point hiding it—nor did he want to.

"No need," Zhu Zhuqing shook her head vigorously. "I have zero interest in hearing about business matters. I've had enough of that on the road—just hearing the word 'business' gives me a headache now."

As the future madam of the company, Lu Feng had tried to groom his fiancée a little, sharing business insights with her during their journey from Star Luo City to Suotuo.

But Zhu Zhuqing had no interest in commerce—she found it painfully dull.

Lu Feng didn't push her. Everyone had their own passions and talents.

Zhu Zhuqing had no concept of money, but when it came to cultivation, her dedication and effort far surpassed most of her peers.

"Did you get scolded by your boss?" Xiao Wu tilted her head, whispering.

"Scolded? What gave you that idea?" Lu Feng nearly laughed.

"Well, President Liu just looks like the type who enjoys lecturing people," Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue playfully.

"She's not my boss—we were just… discussing things as equals." Lu Feng grinned and winked at her. "Thanks for the concern, Sister Xiao Wu. Is it almost our Little Sky Cat duo's turn?"

Xiao Wu loved playing the role of the big sister, and she had a heroic, chivalrous streak similar to Liu Erlong's. So, Lu Feng had made her the nominal leader of their little group.

Flender interjected, "It was your turn, but you two took so long in there that you delayed things. It was only thanks to Manager Ao that your slot was pushed back."

His gaze flickered strangely between Liu Erlong and Lu Feng.

Just as Liu Erlong had guessed—Flender had used his extraordinary hearing to eavesdrop on what was happening inside the room.

However, he couldn't claim he heard nothing—there had been at least one sound, like something hitting the wall.

Unlike Zhu Zhuqing, Flender was very curious about what Lu Feng and Liu Erlong had been doing inside. But he couldn't bring himself to ask—after all, it had nothing to do with him.

Back in his youth, he had liked Erlong, but after she made it clear she'd chosen Yu Xiaogang, he gradually let go of those feelings.

Now, Flender was far more interested in how the little monsters would perform in the Spirit Arena.

And as it turned out…

The three new students Shrek Academy had recruited didn't disappoint.

They won—without a shred of doubt.

Lu Feng, using only his Golden-Winged Roc martial soul, defeated his opponent in a single move, giving Flender yet another pleasant surprise.

All three of them wore the astonishingly defensive Eight Treasure Soft Armor, which meant even if they took a hit, they remained unscathed—though they still had to protect their heads, of course.

Manager Ao had initially considered rigging the matchups in their favor, but he quickly realized it wasn't necessary. With their talent and strength, finding opponents at the Iron rank who could challenge them was nearly impossible.

So, the only adjustment made was ensuring the three of them wouldn't face each other.

In the original timeline, Tang San—perhaps due to sheer luck—had ended up fighting Zhu Zhuqing in his very first match. He'd used all sorts of flashy tricks to defeat her, using her as a stepping stone to show off.

But realistically, since they trained together at the academy and sparred regularly anyway, there was no real need for them to clash in the arena—especially since the loser would lose a point.

Losing her first match in front of a roaring crowd had inevitably affected Zhu Zhuqing's state of mind.

But tonight…

Tang San was lying in bed, nursing his injuries.

Zhu Zhuqing won her first match and earned her Iron Spirit Fighter badge.

And the Little Sky Cat duo naturally emerged victorious as well.

Everyone was in high spirits.

When they returned to the gates of Shrek Academy…

The sound of crying reached their ears.

A noble-born beauty in an exquisite short skirt was crouched on the ground, weeping pitifully.

Lu Feng knew exactly what was going on—Ning Rongrong, unwilling to accept her failure and leave Shrek Academy just like that, had changed her mind and come back. But now, she was too proud to admit it. A spoiled young lady like her had never experienced this kind of humiliation before.

When girls cry, it usually boils down to three reasons:

They want attention.

They want comfort—someone to coax them.

They're venting their emotions.

After Flender's scolding that afternoon, she'd started crying, and now—after an entire evening of sobbing—she'd probably run out of tears to shed.

From this, it was clear—Ning Rongrong was crying at the academy gates for the first two reasons.

She hadn't run off to some secluded corner to sob. No, she'd planted herself right at the entrance, where everyone could see her. If she'd hidden away, how would the Shrek Academy folks notice?

She wanted attention. She wanted someone to coax her, to give her a way to save face.

Oscar, ever the opportunist, recognized his chance and swooped in, eager to play the comforting hero.

But it backfired.

Instead of soothing her, he only earned her irritation. "Go away!" she snapped.

Ning Rongrong did want to be comforted—just not by anyone. There was a specific person she had in mind.

Then, catching sight of Lu Feng and the others returning in high spirits, laughter trailing behind them, she cranked up the waterworks.

"Waaah… sniff… huuu…"

Lu Feng shot a glance at the sniffling drama queen but didn't bother engaging. Instead, he tugged Xiao Wu—who, ever the chivalrous soul, had been about to rush over with sympathy—past the gates without a second thought.