Chapter 120 Dragon Blood
"Your friend Mo Fan caused a big commotion in the Fire Courtyard again.
Mu Nujiao reached out, peeled a grape, put it in Ye Feiyang's mouth, and whispered.
"Yeah, bastard! He challenged the top 20 last time, and this time he's crazy about challenging the top 10 on the Hot List, and he's ranked ninth! As his brother, are you sure you don't want to persuade him?"
Ai Tutu leaned in Ye Feiyang's arms and asked curiously.
At this moment, Ye Feiyang was lying on his side on the sofa, his head resting on Mu Nujiao's plump thighs, enjoying the fruits and vegetables fed by Mu Nujiao, his arms around Ai Tutu, his big hands constantly wandering over Ai Tutu's body.
Ye Feiyang swallowed the grapes and said casually, "No need to persuade me, because I was the one who made this happen."
"What!?" After hearing Ye Feiyang's words, Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu looked at Ye Feiyang in surprise.
A trace of worry flashed across Mu Nujiao's face. "Aren't you afraid that he'll be beaten to a pulp and then hold a grudge against you?"
"Don't be afraid," Ye Feiyang said calmly. "He's just ninth place, and he can't do anything to Mo Fan. If he plays all his cards, Ding Yumian is the only one in the Fire Academy who might have a chance of defeating Mo Fan."
"Are you serious? Is Mo Fan really that strong?"
Ai Tutu looked at Ye Feiyang with a hint of disbelief in his eyes and questioned.
"Putting aside other things, Dongfang Lie, number one on the Fire List, has held that position for a long time, and no one has ever been able to shake his position. And if I remember correctly, Ding Yumian is also in the top ten on the Fire List, but she's only tenth. If she's stronger than Dongfang Lie, why is she still in tenth place instead of replacing him?"
"Could it be that you're deliberately favoring Ding Yumian because she's your mistress, or even afraid that Mo Fan might challenge her, and are deliberately instigating Mo Fan to challenge Number Nine?"
Listening to Ai Tutu's coherent analysis, Ye Feiyang immediately flicked Ai Tutu's forehead. Looking up, he saw the convinced look in Mu Nujiao's eyes, reached out and touched his forehead, and explained helplessly, "Ding Yumian and I are just friends. She is not my mistress."
"Also, the reason I said Ding Yumian could surpass Mo Fan is because Ding Yumian truly possesses this ability. What you may not know is that Ding Yumian is already a high-level mage. And as far as I know, the top ten on the academy's hot list, while each one is called a demon or a monster, are only at the top of their cultivation in two categories, possess relatively top-tier magical tools, and have natural talent. Apart from that, no one has reached a high level."
"Ding Yumian has reached a high level!" After hearing Ye Feiyang's explanation, Mu Nujiao exclaimed, and then a hint of urgency appeared on her face.
Although her current strength has greatly improved due to absorbing the seeds of the Star Language Heavenly Tree, she has not practiced as much as the seniors in the academy and is still lacking in cultivation. She was not sure about the place in the school's national competition. Now Ding Yumian has broken through to the high level.
Ye Feiyang saw the worry on Mu Nujiao's face. He reached out and patted her fair and tender hand, reassuring her, "Don't worry, Yu Mian won't be participating in the National Government Competition."
"Why?" Mu Nujiao looked at Ye Feiyang with some confusion.
"I can't tell you why," Ye Feiyang said calmly. He knew such an explanation was unconvincing. But he didn't know how to explain it to Mu Nujiao.
He couldn't tell Mu Nujiao that Ding Yumian was a victim. He was afraid that when she joined the National Government, she would be exposed and discovered by the Holy City. Then, she would be sealed and imprisoned at the very least, or beheaded at the worst. So she couldn't join the National Government, and could only stay in the country, or even in Mingzhu Academy.
"oh."
Mu Nujiao nodded, then moved Ye Feiyang's head away from her thighs.
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"Jiaojiao?"
Feeling Mu Nujiao's movements, Ye Feiyang looked at Mu Nujiao with a puzzled look on his face and shouted.
"Go upstairs and practice."
Mu Nujiao dropped a few words, then stood up and walked upstairs, clenching her fists and thinking to herself.
"Mu Ningxue has broken through to the advanced level and secured a place at the Imperial Capital Academy. Ye Feiyang's other woman at the Pearl Academy has also reached the advanced level. I'm so far behind them now. It's time to ask my family for more resources for my retreat."
Mu Nujiao wanted to practice, so Ye Feiyang naturally wouldn't stop her. He then turned his gaze to Ai Tutu. After watching for a while, he got up from the sofa and headed upstairs.
"What are you doing?"
Ai Tutu asked Ye Feiyang's back.
"I'm going to practice too."
Ye Feiyang replied, walked into his room and closed the door.
Ai Tutu sat on the sofa with her mouth pouted, complaining quietly: "One or two of them were fine just now, but now they all want to go practice and leave me alone on the sofa."
"How about I go and practice too?"
Ai Tutu thought secretly in his heart.
After thinking about it, Ai Tutu looked up at the time on the clock, stood up from the sofa, walked to the refrigerator, took out papaya juice, then went to the storage room to get a large bag of potato chips, sat down on the sofa again, turned on the TV, took a bite of potato chips, drank a sip of papaya juice, and while chewing with his little mouth, he muttered, "The drama I'm following is updated at this time. I'll talk about cultivation after I finish watching these dramas."
Ye Feiyang sat cross-legged on the big bed and meditated.
In the spiritual world, in the space galaxy.
The purple lotus was hanging high in the dome, and the little man transformed by Ye Feiyang's spiritual power stood beside it, rubbing his hands.
"Zi Ling, give me a few more drops of your blood."
Zi Ling glanced at Ye Feiyang and shook her head, "No."
Ye Feiyang rubbed his hands and promised, "A few more drops. I promise this is the last time."
Hearing this, Zi Ling's purple-gold eyes showed suspicion. She looked at Ye Feiyang carefully and asked tentatively, "Are you sure this is the last time?"
"I'm sure." Ye Feiyang said, patting his chest.
"Okay then." Zi Ling nodded.
Then Ye Feiyang opened his eyes, and at this moment a crack suddenly appeared in the space. A thick silver-white dragon claw stretched out from it, and a few drops of golden liquid emitting oppressive pressure floated in front of Ye Feiyang.
Then the dragon claw retracted into the space crack, and soon the space crack disappeared.
Seeing this, Ye Feiyang quickly took out a glass container from the space ring, collected the golden droplets, and then sealed it.
Ye Feiyang put the vessel aside and then took out glass vessels of various sizes from his space ring. Each vessel contained golden droplets, some with only a few drops like the one he had just seen, and some with dozens of drops.
Ye Feiyang placed the utensils on the bed one by one and murmured.
"These should be enough."
These golden droplets were undoubtedly Zi Ling's dragon blood. Ye Feiyang collected them from Zi Ling every once in a while and then saved them bit by bit.
Then Ye Feiyang opened all the containers, took out the dragon blood, and condensed it into a golden ball, placing it in his hand.
"Success or failure depends on fate"