Chapter 79: New Quest (Patreon)

"I want to learn this secret technique too," Xiao Wu said suddenly, her voice laced with curiosity—and a hint of something else.

Ning Rongrong pouted, crossing her arms under her chest. "Your flexibility's already the best among us! Even I'm jealous, and you still want to improve it?"

Xiao Wu tilted her head, smiling softly. "I want to be stronger."

Then she turned her bright, sincere gaze toward Lu Feng. "It's a little late tonight… can you teach me tomorrow?"

Lu Feng, with a gentle smile, nodded. "Of course."

How could he refuse her?

But then Zhu Zhuqing, always quiet and direct, stepped forward. Her eyes locked onto Lu Feng's. "I want to be stronger too. Teach me tonight."

Her tone was calm, but her gaze carried heat. There was a flicker of dissatisfaction in her eyes—like she was blaming him for hiding something from her.

Lu Feng raised a brow, intrigued by her boldness.

"Absolutely," he said.

He didn't need to hesitate. Zhu Zhuqing had stayed behind alone, while the others were already preparing to leave. And if that wasn't enough...

Liu Erlong was still in his bathroom, probably wearing that nearly transparent nightgown from the other day—the one as thin as cicada wings.

Was history about to repeat itself tonight?

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong weren't dumb. Hearing Zhu Zhuqing's statement and watching the tension build, they exchanged a quick glance—smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

They let out soft giggles, already imagining what was about to unfold behind that closed door. Then, without a word, they slipped out of the room.

After all, Zhu Zhuqing was Lu Feng's official fiancée. Even if she stayed the night in his private room, no one could say a word—not even the academy's teachers.

In fact, Flender had specifically given Lu Feng his own quarters for exactly this kind of "freedom."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Zhu Zhuqing moved.

She stepped right into Lu Feng's chest, her body pressing against his—hot, firm, and trembling ever so slightly.

Her voice was low and breathy, her eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Husband… this time, I want it… more intense."

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pulled herself up, her lips grazing his.

She wasn't shy tonight. Her usual quiet coldness had melted into something hungry, molten, and irresistible.

She wanted to give everything to Lu Feng.

And she wanted to be filled again—completely.

Just thinking about the overwhelming pleasure he gave her that night… it was enough to make her legs quiver slightly. She couldn't resist anymore.

Before she even finished her words, her lips captured his, soft and moist, hungry and deep.

Lu Feng's hands found her hips instantly, squeezing with a possessive firmness as he devoured her kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, already shifting, lifting her leg to hook around his waist.

Their tongues danced, twining in wet, breathless waves as Zhu Zhuqing clung to him like a woman starved of touch.

Her hands slid under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his back. She wanted to feel every inch of him. Every part. Now.

With such a bewitching wife this provocative in his arms, Lu Feng couldn't hold back anymore.

If he refused now, what kind of man would he be?!

Lu Feng, already hard, pressed her back against the door.

Zhu Zhuqing let out a soft gasp—half pleasure, half anticipation—as he lifted her easily in his arms.

Her nightwear slipped up as her thighs parted around his waist, revealing silky black undergarments barely hiding her heat.

He carried her to the bed and lowered her onto the sheets, her hair spilling across the pillows like ink.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, flushed and glowing under the moonlight.

"I missed this…" she whispered, pulling him down.

Their clothes disappeared piece by piece—tossed carelessly onto the floor. His lips trailed down her neck, kissing and biting gently, making her squirm.

Zhu Zhuqing's body arched beneath him, her voice trembling.

"Husband… deeper, harder…"

He gave her exactly what she asked for.

The room filled with the rhythmic sounds of skin against skin, soft gasps and stifled moans. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again.

Not far outside the door, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong had only gotten halfway down the hall when they heard the muffled cries and sounds of the bed creaking.

They paused.

Neither spoke.

Their cheeks turned red.

But then they looked at each other… and smiled knowingly.

It was a strange mix of emotions—shy amusement… and something else. Something warmer. Deeper. Maybe even a little envious.

Inside the room, everything had become a blur of sweat and pleasure.

But in the bathroom…

Liu Erlong was about to explode.

"You… brat! Did you forget I was here?!"

She clenched her fists, trembling with fury.

Still, as angry as she was, a small part of her was… flustered.

If Lu Feng could act like this with her in the house, it meant he didn't see her as an outsider.

But still—not seeing her as an outsider to this extent?!

That was something else entirely!

Compared to her brewing storm, a certain someone sitting on the windowsill—Ah-Yin—remained calm and serene.

—

One hour later.

Zhu Zhuqing slipped out of Lu Feng's room and returned to her dorm.

She didn't believe in special privileges, even as his fiancée. The academy had its rules, and she chose to follow them. She wanted to grow strong through discipline.

Lu Feng watched her leave, feeling both satisfied and slightly uneasy.

Because now he had to deal with something else…

The wrath of the Female Tyrannosaurus.

He stepped back into the room with a nervous smile—but found it empty.

No sign of Liu Erlong.

He checked the bathroom.

Still no one.

Instead, there was a massive hole in the wall—blown straight through by brute force.

Damn.

She'd punched through a wall to leave?

That was on a whole different level.

Zhu Zhuyun would've thrown a tantrum. But Erlong… left in total silence. A sign of power—and anger.

Lu Feng sighed and got to work, grabbing two thick planks of wood to cover the hole. As he hammered them into place, his eyes caught something on the wall.

A line of delicate handwriting etched into the plaster:

"I've returned to Lakeside Manor to cultivate."

It was signed with her personal draconic mark—elegant and unmistakable.

Later that same day…

Oscar broke through to the 30th rank in spirit power.

That alone would've been a nice surprise—but even more unexpected was Xiao Wu also achieving her breakthrough at the same time.

With these twin promotions, the academy sent Zhao Wuji to lead a new spirit ring expedition to the outskirts of Star Dou Forest. A field test of sorts.

Tang San, having mostly recovered from his injuries, was joining them.

And now, officially enrolled as a full student—not just a provisional one.

No surprise there.

He possessed twin martial souls, including the top-tier Clear Sky Hammer. Leaving him in a half-status would've been ridiculous.

When Lu Feng heard the news, a plan began forming.

Tang San was the Child of Destiny.

In the original timeline, it was this exact trip that would reward Tang San with an unimaginably rare External Spirit Bone—something worth more than any normal spirit ring or soul bone.

Now, their team was already making their way to the forest.

Zhao Wuji warned them, "We shouldn't run into any overly strong spirit beasts on the outskirts. But stay alert."

"Yes, Teacher Zhao," Tang San answered smoothly.

His tone was calm and polite.

He even addressed Lu Feng as "Brother Feng" now—just like Oscar and Ma Hongjun did.

But Lu Feng wasn't fooled.

He saw the flicker in Tang San's eyes when he glanced at Xiao Wu.

Cold. Calculating.

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, clung to Lu Feng's side like she didn't even see Tang San there.

Zhu Zhuqing was distant as always, her cold attitude unchanged. She only spoke to Lu Feng, Xiao Wu, or Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong, upon learning what had happened to Tang San recently, kept her distance—her obsessive cleanliness preventing her from getting too close.

Lu Feng kept his expression indifferent.

He knew Tang San's humble behavior was fake.

That guy would never truly accept losing. He was just lying in wait. Given a chance, he'd stab him in the back—just like he did with Qian Renxue in another life.

That's why Lu Feng had no intention of dropping his guard.

Not now.

Not ever.

First, I'll strip away every bit of his destiny.

Just then—

DING!

[Main Quest Triggered: The Child of Destiny approaches a major opportunity. As host has absorbed his fortune, you may now alter this outcome.]

[Prevent the Child of Destiny from obtaining his destined reward.Reward: 5,000 Energy Points.Fortune Absorption Rate x10.]

Lu Feng's eyes gleamed.

This wasn't just a huge energy boost—it was a jackpot.

With the 5,000 points added to his current stash, he'd be sitting at 18,000.

Enough to boost both his first and second spirit rings into the Ten Thousand Year range.

He considered waiting—maybe using the points after getting his fourth ring.

But the temptation of a Divine-tier Lottery Draw was hard to ignore.

System, he thought, can I use the Human-Faced Demon Spider's External Spirit Bone?

[Host has already absorbed a 200,000-year Dragon God Spirit Bone. Spider-type bones are inferior in both compatibility and potential.]

Good. I'd rather not grow spider legs anyway.

Then among my teammates, who could use the bone?

[Scan complete: None are compatible.]

None? That made things more difficult.

If the team defeated the Human-Faced Demon Spider, normal rules said the bone would go to the most compatible person.

Which meant…

Tang San.

It was practically made for him.

But if they didn't let Tang San have it… would the beast even appear?

Lu Feng tapped his fingers together.

Wait.

I think I've got a solution.

His gaze drifted toward the ever-smiling, seemingly respectful Tang San…

And narrowed.