Chapter 103: Pictographic Fist, My Little Kitty
The next morning, Ye Feng found Xiao Wu and was about to head to the academy cafeteria with her for breakfast when he ran into Liu Erlong right outside the dormitory building.
Today, Liu Erlong was dressed in a fiery red gown, looking like a passionate flame. The tight-fitting long dress made her appear several years younger, highlighting her striking beauty and confidence.
"Teacher Erlong, do you need something?" Ye Feng asked.
"Have you eaten yet?" she replied with a smile.
"Not yet."
"Then let's go together."
Ye Feng hesitated for a moment and glanced at Xiao Wu, silently asking for her opinion. However, before Xiao Wu could respond, Liu Erlong did something that completely stunned Ye Feng—she grabbed his arm affectionately, mimicking the way Xiao Wu usually did.
Xiao Wu froze, her rabbit ears practically twitching in disbelief as she stared at the two of them. "You..."
Liu Erlong smiled at her like nothing was wrong. "Hello, Xiao Wu."
Xiao Wu was still too shocked to react.
"I'm a few years older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Sister Erlong."
"S-Sister Erlong?" Xiao Wu stammered. She turned her gaze toward Ye Feng, silently demanding an explanation.
Liu Erlong, noticing Xiao Wu's reaction, chuckled lightly. "You don't need to ask Ye Feng. I'll explain everything that happened last night."
"What happened last night?" Xiao Wu narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Don't worry, we didn't do anything improper, right, Ye Feng?" Liu Erlong turned to him, expecting him to confirm their situation.
Ye Feng sighed, rubbing his temples. "But... I haven't agreed to be your boyfriend, have I?"
Liu Erlong's expression turned deadly serious. "The man I choose has no chance of escaping. Ye Feng, accept your fate. Unless you kill me, I will chase you to the ends of the earth."
Xiao Wu stood there, speechless.
Now she understood—Liu Erlong had fallen for Ye Feng, but he hadn't yet accepted her.
"Alright then," Xiao Wu finally said with a smile. "A meal is a meal. Let's go eat together."
Xiao Wu's generosity left Ye Feng slightly surprised, but he let it go. With that, the three of them headed toward the academy cafeteria.
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Meanwhile, not far away, Tang San had just finished his morning training when he spotted them. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Wait… that's Aunt Erlong?"
His brain short-circuited.
Just last night, Yu Xiaogang had poured his heart out to Tang San, telling him about his tragic love story with Liu Erlong. But now, barely a day later, Aunt Erlong was walking arm-in-arm with another man, smiling like nothing was wrong?
"What the hell is going on? Doesn't she love my teacher? Why is she so close to Ye Feng? Is she cheating on him?"
No matter how intelligent Tang San was, he couldn't make sense of this sudden change.
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After finishing breakfast, Ye Feng, Xiao Wu, and Liu Erlong headed to their classroom for lessons. Liu Erlong finally left Ye Feng alone for a while, giving him some breathing room.
Halfway through the morning, Ye Feng stepped out for a bit. When he returned, he was holding a small cat in his arms. He went straight to Zhu Zhuqing.
"Boss Ye?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at him curiously.
"Zhuqing, this cat is for you."
She blinked in confusion as she took the cat from him. "Why are you suddenly giving me a cat?"
The animal was no ordinary cat—it was a Nether Spirit Cat, a hundred-year-old beast spirit. Given that Zhu Zhuqing's martial spirit was also a Nether Spirit Cat, the connection was obvious.
"You obtained the Bloodthirsty Hurricane Right Leg Bone, but when you activate your martial spirit, you can't use any spirit skills from your rings. However, you can develop your own."
"My own spirit skills?" Zhu Zhuqing repeated, looking even more confused. "And what does that have to do with the cat?"
Ye Feng smirked. "Have you ever heard of Pictographic Fist?"
"Pictographic Fist? What's that?"
"As the name suggests, it's a combat technique inspired by the movements of animals. You don't have any proper spirit skills right now, and I don't have anything suitable to give you. So, you need to create one yourself. Watch this little guy's movements carefully. If you study it well, you might develop a fighting style that suits you."
"Me?" Zhu Zhuqing's confidence wavered.
"Zhuqing, listen to me—no matter what you do, you have to believe in yourself. If you don't even have confidence, how can you succeed?"
Zhu Zhuqing hesitated, then nodded seriously.
She looked down at the Nether Spirit Cat in her hands. Perhaps because her own martial spirit was also a Nether Spirit Cat, the little creature immediately took a liking to her, purring in contentment. Unlike when Ye Feng held it, the cat was perfectly comfortable in her arms.
If she truly mastered a self-created spirit skill, she could combine it with her Bloodthirsty Hurricane leg bone. The result? Her combat power would be terrifying.
"Thank you, Boss Ye."
Ye Feng waved a hand dismissively. "What are you thanking me for? Since you call me Boss Ye, there's no need for formalities."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled faintly. "Boss Ye, are you free tonight?"
"Why?"
"You've helped me so much. I haven't even treated you to a meal. I want to invite you to dinner—just the two of us."
"No need. We're all partners. There's no need to be so formal."
"But, Boss Ye," she said, her expression unreadable. "Aren't partners supposed to share meals too?"
Seeing the hint of disappointment in her eyes, Ye Feng sighed. "...Fine."
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Ma Hongjun, who had been listening the entire time, suddenly spoke up.
"Boss Ye, you gave Zhuqing a cat to study. Does that mean I need to catch a phoenix or a chicken?"
Xiao Wu perked up, ears twitching again. "Wait! My martial spirit is a rabbit… so does that mean I have to catch a rabbit and learn rabbit-style Pictographic Fist?"
Ning Rongrong, sitting nearby, grinned. "Boss Ye, my martial spirit is the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda. How am I supposed to learn the Pictographic Fist?" She snuck a glance at the Nether Spirit Cat, clearly more interested in the idea of receiving a gift from Ye Feng than the technique itself.
Dai Mubai laughed. "My martial spirit is a White Tiger. Does that mean I have to catch a tiger? Heh."
Oscar joined in the joke. "My martial spirit is sausage. What the hell am I supposed to do?"
Tang San smirked. "My martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass. So do I just… sleep on a patch of grass to comprehend the technique?"
Ye Feng rolled his eyes. "Would you guys quit messing around? Especially you, Tang San. Are you asking for a fight?"
The group burst into laughter.
"Alright, class is about to start. Everyone, sit down."
Everyone obeyed, settling into their seats.
Dai Mubai sat next to Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing sat with Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun and Oscar paired up, and Ye Feng naturally sat beside Xiao Wu.
However, just as Ye Feng got comfortable, three unfamiliar students walked up to him.
"Hey, new guy." One of them sneered. "You don't know the rules around here, do you?"
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