Fan Yu's actions caused Mu Jin—who had been gloating over Zhou Yi's humiliation—to feel her eyes redden once more. She never imagined that the man she yearned for would go to such lengths for the sake of Zhou Yi.
Feng Piaoling did not involve himself in the grievances of this love triangle. He turned his back to them and said:
"Then we shall wait until Teacher Zhou Yi finds her answer. However, next time, I hope not to hear this sort of reasoning where one shoots the arrow first and then draws the target around it."
"This kind of forced explanation and mental gymnastics, theories detached from reality, are truly uninteresting."
"As for soul tools, I don't have much time to study them for now. When I have a moment, I will take it as an elective."
After saying this, he left with a look of boredom.
After today, he was certain to be targeted by that woman who wore an old hag's mask all day.
That was exactly the outcome he wanted to see. When the time came, if he wanted to leave Shrek, he only needed to find an opportunity to provoke Zhou Yi into expelling him.
"Zhou Yi, this..." Fan Yu clearly hadn't expected Feng Piaoling to refuse so bluntly. He looked at Zhou Yi with concern.
Although Zhou Yi said nothing, her shoulders trembled slightly, revealing that her heart was not as calm as her exterior suggested.
What did he mean, "shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target"?
The boy wasn't just questioning her; he was questioning the Great Master of theory, Yu Xiaogang, who had cultivated seven deities ten thousand years ago.
Mu Jin's sorrow instantly turned to joy. With a mocking look at Zhou Yi, she said, "Oh my, Teacher Zhou Yi, it looks like you've lost."
"Hmph, I don't need your reminder. I will forge a close-combat soul tool for you," Fan Yu said, shielding the heavily shaken Zhou Yi behind him.
Mu Jin's anger flared instantly. "I've changed my mind. I don't want you to forge a soul tool anymore. I want that soul bone Zhou Yi mentioned earlier."
After what had just happened, she could see that she was nothing in Fan Yu's heart—just a stray dog by the roadside.
When facing Zhou Yi, Fan Yu—who was usually extremely picky about recruiting disciples—could show bottomless tolerance. He was even willing to recruit Feng Piaoling as a core disciple of the Soul Tool Department just so Zhou Yi could win her bet.
In contrast, when she asked Fan Yu to forge a soul tool—a task that was incredibly simple for him—it felt like an act of charity.
So she changed her mind. She wanted a soul bone; she wanted Zhou Yi to go bankrupt for this.
"Fine, I'll give it to you."
Besides inheriting Yu Xiaogang's trash theories, Zhou Yi had also inherited his conceit and his pathetic sense of self-esteem. Facing Mu Jin's aggression, she agreed, putting on a brave face despite the cost.
However, in her heart, she had already developed a grudge against Feng Piaoling.
Feng Piaoling, today you refused to become my disciple and caused me to lose face in public. Sooner or later, I will cultivate a disciple even more outstanding than you.
I will make you regret your actions today.
"Hmph, then I'll be waiting for you to deliver the soul bone." Seeing Zhou Yi so frustrated that her lungs were nearly bursting, Mu Jin couldn't have been happier.
With a cold snort, she turned and left, laughing loudly.
"Teacher Zhou Yi, how do you plan to handle this student of yours? He did, after all, violate the rules of the Soul Dueling Arena."
The referee teacher looked at Zhou Yi.
"Fan Yu and I will take him to Dean Yan Shaozhe. I will give a detailed report on the matter to the Dean," Zhou Yi said.
"I hope this is the last time."
Seeing that Zhou Yi was dead set on protecting Huo Yuhao, the referee teacher frowned slightly and left in a huff.
"Zhou Yi, why on earth are you protecting this kid Huo Yuhao? He violated the rules of the Soul Dueling Arena. In his case, expulsion would be considered light. Doing this will surely draw the dissatisfaction of many teachers and students, making enemies for yourself for no reason," Fan Yu advised helplessly.
"Don't worry about this; I'll handle it myself." As always, Zhou Yi acted willfully, emboldened by the love she received.
On the other side, after leaving the Soul Dueling Arena, Feng Piaoling saw Jiang Nannan waiting for him at the entrance.
"Benefactor, I am so sorry you had to suffer such a grievance. I never expected Tang Ya to collude with Bei Bei and Huo Yuhao to plot against you. From now on, she is no longer my friend; I have nothing more to do with her."
Jiang Nannan's peerless face was full of self-reproach and indignation. If it weren't for her, her benefactor wouldn't have clashed with Xu Sanshi and subsequently been targeted by the scheme of Huo Yuhao, Bei Bei, and Tang Ya.
Fortunately, her benefactor was alert enough. Otherwise, anyone else might have been forced to drop out because of losing the match.
"It's fine. They are nothing more than clowns jumping on a stage."
Feng Piaoling shook his head and casually took out the Mystic Water Pill that Xu Sanshi had lost to him. "Take this Mystic Water Pill. Although you are already a Soul Ancestor and it won't increase your soul power, it can cleanse your marrow and expand your meridians. Combined with the soul power meditation method I adjusted for you earlier, it should speed up your soul power progression."
This was the result of Feng Piaoling's careful consideration.
Ever since his parents were murdered, he had stopped trusting anyone.
However, the Jiang Nannan before him had become an exception.
Through his observations over the past two days, combined with her public break with her former best friend Tang Ya for his sake, he had basically confirmed that she was trustworthy.
Most importantly, in this world of "romance-brains," you could doubt anyone, but you could never doubt a girl in love.
For the sake of their beloved, those driven by romance would often do anything.
Based on Jiang Nannan's series of behaviors, Feng Piaoling had basically confirmed that she was a "romance-brain" who liked him.
Since she was trustworthy, there was no need to worry about becoming enemies in the future.
He could afford to cultivate her a little.
Of course, for someone who could be treated with sincerity, Feng Piaoling would not utilize her.
When the time was right to leave Shrek, he could take her and her mother with him and find a place to settle them down.
That way, he could keep them away from Shrek, which would be a future battlefield.
As for romance, that would have to wait until he achieved his goals and saw if he could even survive.
"This... this is too precious." Jiang Nannan instinctively wanted to refuse.
Feng Piaoling gave her no chance, directly forcing it into her hand. "If I give it to you, take it. It was free anyway, and it's useless to me."
Hearing this, Jiang Nannan finally accepted the Mystic Water Pill, cradling it in her palm. She felt a warmth in her heart and a look of happiness appeared on her face.
"After taking the pill, the marrow-cleansing process will secrete a large amount of impurities. Remember to prepare enough bathwater before you begin refining it when you get back."
After giving her a few more instructions, Feng Piaoling fell silent.
The two walked side-by-side toward the dormitory building. During the walk, Jiang Nannan's gaze never left Feng Piaoling's handsome face so close to her own.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were watery with affection.
Several times she wanted to take Feng Piaoling's hand, but she feared being rejected and creating a rift between them, so she didn't dare act.
Just as she finally summoned the courage to reach for his hand, they arrived at the dormitory.
Feng Piaoling suddenly looked at her, startling her. Her heart fluttered wildly, feeling as if it might leap right out of her chest.
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