Chapter 78: Come In and See for Yourself (Patreon)

"Put your hands forward."

"Lower your waist a little… now raise your back. More. A bit more."

"Still not quite there..."

Lu Feng's hands moved slowly but deliberately as he guided Ning Rongrong's posture, adjusting her hips with the care of someone completely absorbed in his task.

That's right—they were doing yoga.

This ancient art from India had long since traveled the world and become especially popular with women. It was known for making the body more flexible, more graceful. It wasn't exactly a secret technique—but it had its perks.

Lu Feng couldn't say for sure if it would make Ning Rongrong stronger, but it was definitely worth a try. And the positions she ended up in...

Well, they were very easy on the eyes.

The sight of Ning Rongrong bending forward on her hands and knees, her tight clothes clinging to her petite curves, was enough to stir anyone's spirit. And she was on his bed, too—refusing to practice on the "dirty floor."

Lu Feng wasn't some certified instructor or anything, but in his past life, he'd seen plenty of yoga tutorials and picked up a few popular poses. He knew what he was doing.

Right now, Ning Rongrong was bent over in a deep backbend, but her form wasn't quite right. So Lu Feng stepped in close, kneeling behind her to help guide her hips and lower back into alignment.

His hands gripped her waist—firm, yet gentle.

"You… can't…" Ning Rongrong's voice trembled. Her cheeks flushed red as she felt his hands slide lower, adjusting her position.

"Can't what?" Lu Feng asked, pretending not to understand, his voice smooth, teasing.

She bit her lip. After yesterday, when Lu Feng had touched her a little too freely—under the guise of guiding her through cultivation—she had thought she'd be nervous today. But… she found herself secretly anticipating it. His hands, warm and confident, had a strange effect on her.

"...Nothing," she murmured, embarrassed. "Just keep teaching me. Is this okay now?"

"It's barely acceptable," Lu Feng said with mock seriousness. "Hold that pose, and now... enter a meditative state."

He put on a sage-like air, as if he were some noble teacher passing down sacred knowledge.

But in truth, his eyes were glued to the full, rounded shape of Ning Rongrong's raised buttocks, which stretched her clothes tightly as she held the position. Her slender waist curved into a soft, enticing arch, and though her upper body was a little underdeveloped, her hips made up for it—and then some.

If she were wearing tight, glossy yoga wear instead of her soft pajamas...

He swallowed.

Suddenly—he heard footsteps.

Soft, light… almost silent. But Lu Feng's senses were sharp.

He already knew who it was, just from the rhythm.

"Lu Feng!"

BANG!

The door burst open.

Xiao Wu stood there—wild, carefree, and completely unbothered by things like privacy. They were close. Too close, perhaps, for boundaries.

"What are you two…?"

She froze, eyes wide.

From where she stood, it looked exactly like Lu Feng was taking Ning Rongrong from behind. Rongrong was on all fours on the bed, face flushed, body shaking slightly, and Lu Feng was right behind her.

"You can come in and see for yourself," Lu Feng said, voice casual, not even turning around.

"Go in?! No way! You two… you're really… I'm leaving!" Xiao Wu squealed in outrage, spinning around with a huff.

'This Ning Rongrong… she just got here, and she's already letting Lu Feng climb on top of her?! What a little—!'

'And Lu Feng… what, one wasn't enough for him? Does he really think he can just invite me to join?!'

'What does he take me for…?!'

"What's the matter?" Lu Feng called after her, smirking as he walked toward the door. "I'm just teaching Rongrong a secret technique. What kind of things are running around that little head of yours?"

Xiao Wu hesitated.

"Secret technique?" she repeated, turning back slowly, her ears burning.

"It's for improving flexibility!" Ning Rongrong said quickly, her voice panicked. She was still stuck in the awkward pose and couldn't even look up. Her current position—ass in the air, face down—didn't help the misunderstanding.

"Silence," Lu Feng said, pretending to scold. "Meditation means stillness, no distractions."

Xiao Wu, seeing that both of them were fully clothed and Lu Feng's hands were now off, blinked. Maybe… maybe it was just training?

Still, the way Rongrong looked didn't seem like any training she'd ever seen.

"I've never seen a training pose like that," she said skeptically.

"If you had, it wouldn't be called a secret technique," Lu Feng said smoothly. "Did you need something?"

"I… just washed my hair," Xiao Wu said, showing him the sandalwood comb in her hand. Her voice softened a bit.

Lu Feng saw her damp, flowing hair, still dripping slightly down her back, and smiled knowingly. "You want me to braid it."

"Mhm… but if you're busy with your other student..." she trailed off, acting like she didn't care.

"Not busy at all. Sit down."

He took her hand, pulled her gently to the doorway, grabbed a nearby chair, and made her sit.

Her long, wet hair was like a silky waterfall, falling past her slim waist and brushing against the soft curve of her behind. A faint scent, sweet and flowery, clung to it—clean and youthful.

Under the stars, lit only by the pale glow of the moon, Lu Feng began to comb her hair.

His fingers were patient, practiced, moving gently through the strands. His touch was so careful, almost reverent.

The moment felt like something out of a painting.

Romance lingered in the air—quiet, unspoken.

"So beautiful…" Ning Rongrong muttered from the bed, barely audible.

She was still holding that mortifying pose.

From the wooden slats of a nearby screen, someone else was watching—Liu Erlong.

She fought to contain a laugh.

The Alliance Leader really is something else.

That spoiled little princess from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—usually bossy and arrogant, treated like royalty—is now bent like a cat on all fours, not daring to move.

And here he is, gently combing another girl's hair like it's the most natural thing in the world.

And Lu Feng… the way he handled Xiao Wu's hair, the quiet care in his every motion…

It wasn't for show.

He genuinely cared.

Erlong smiled faintly.

I kind of want him to braid my hair too.

Another reason he's irresistible.

No wonder women fall for him. He'll never be short of stunning companions.

Alliance Leader… I wasted my youth on trash. I don't expect any titles. But if you'll have me, I'll follow you. Even to death.

—

Soon, Xiao Wu's iconic scorpion-tail braid was complete.

She stood up, pleased, touching it softly. "It's perfect…"

Then Lu Feng turned his gaze to the shadows beneath a nearby tree. "Your turn, my dear Qing'er."

Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward—her body quiet, graceful, yet every step filled with confidence.

The moonlight made her silver eyes gleam, and her curves stood out even through her tight outfit.

She had been watching for a while, leaning in the dark, enjoying the view of Lu Feng doing something so simple—yet so caring.

"My dear Qing'er." That phrase alone reminded her: she was the one who had claimed his heart first.

Xiao Wu stood and offered the chair.

Zhu Zhuqing sat with a soft nod, but before settling in, she glanced inside the room and asked in a flat tone, "...Is that Rongrong?"

Another witness!

Ning Rongrong's embarrassment turned into silent screaming.

Her face was burning. Her back was aching. And everyone was seeing her like this!

She wanted to cry.

But Lu Feng had warned her: don't move. Not even a twitch. She had to hold this pose for at least as long as an incense stick burns—or all her effort would be wasted.

So she endured.

Focused on her breathing. Tried to ignore the heat building up in her face… and lower.

When Lu Feng finally finished Zhu Zhuqing's braid—a smooth, elegant design that suited her cold beauty—the incense was just about done.

"Finally!" Ning Rongrong gasped as she scrambled to her feet, her body stretching out, joints cracking.

She bounced a little in place, stretching side to side.

"It worked! It really worked!" she said excitedly. "I feel so light! So flexible! Everything moves smoother!"

Everyone stared.

Even Lu Feng blinked.

Was it really that effective?

Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Liu Erlong exchanged shocked looks. None of them had actually believed it was anything more than Lu Feng messing around.

But Ning Rongrong's excitement seemed real.

Then again—this was the world of soul masters. Nothing followed normal human logic. Cultivation could transform bodies overnight. If Lu Feng's so-called "secret yoga technique" worked in this world, maybe that was just how things were.

And somewhere inside the nearby bathroom…

Liu Erlong was still quietly hiding, watching everything unfold. Her heart beat a little faster.

Tonight… maybe I'll stay here.