In the blink of an eye, three days had passed, and Songg Xin, who had been staying out all night, quickly drew attention.
In the camp, Weng Tiejun, in his capacity as an instructor, gathered the remaining nineteen rookies and publicly asked, "Where has Songg Xin gone? Does anyone among you know?"
"Songg Xin is missing?"
"Not familiar with him."
"I’ve heard he’s the only one left of the Talented Six from Yingjie Middle School. Could it be that Yingjie Middle School has really been cursed with some unknown spell?"
For a moment, the news of Songg Xin’s disappearance sparked a heated discussion.
Those who knew Songg Xin had already died, like Yuan Jingfei, chose to remain silent, not daring to reveal the truth at all.
Fortunately, when Songg Xin contacted her and several other Martial Dao rookies from Zhicheng Middle School, he was secretive, not exposing his tracks and plans prematurely.
Now, because he had been too low-key, no one knew Songg Xin had teamed up with Yuan Jingfei and others to sneak into the Sword Sect Secret Realm, so no one would suspect her involvement.
Weng Tiejun scanned the group but found nothing. He could only order his subordinates to search, while again strictly prohibiting anyone from exploring dangerous areas.
After the group disbanded, Ye Qingzhou returned to his small room, took out a golden scale, activated his Dragon’s Inner Breath and Fire’s Inner Breath, and began to practice "Refining True Gold in Fire" with closed eyes.
However, it wasn’t long before someone knocked on his door.
"Student Ye, it’s me, Yuan Jingfei."
"The door’s not locked, come in."
Ye Qingzhou stopped his exercise, exhaled, and said.
Soon, Yuan Jingfei, with a panicked expression, walked into the room and looked at him with pleading eyes: "Instructor Weng just talked to me alone. He must be suspicious of me. What should I do?"
"A Martial Arts Master can observe very closely. It’s not surprising he sees you have issues, but he has no evidence. As long as you don’t admit it, he can’t do anything to you."
Ye Qingzhou was very calm. Inside the Lingyun Grotto Heaven, with Kang Jinlong watching over him, he truly felt untouchable, without any scruples.
As for Yuan Jingfei, her father is also a master. Without concrete evidence, Weng Tiejun could not possibly detain her for questioning.
With Ye Qingzhou’s reassurance, Yuan Jingfei quickly calmed down and suddenly realized they were alone, a man and a woman, in the same room.
She shyly lowered her head, her fingers fiddling with her clothes’ corner: "Ye Qingzhou, thank you for saving me."
"No need to thank me; I did get paid. If you’re really grateful, you could add more money."
Yuan Jingfei was taken aback. Among all the guys she’d met, none constantly spoke about money like Ye Qingzhou, leaving her completely unsure of how to continue the conversation. Newest update provıded by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵
After sending Yuan Jingfei away, Ye Qingzhou had just sat down in his room when the dark blue bracelet on his left wrist suddenly turned into a blue snake.
This blue snake grew larger and soon transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman.
Her figure was shapely, her body as flexible as boneless, lying entirely on Ye Qingzhou’s back.
Yingyue’s red lips gently parted as she breathed hotly beside Ye Qingzhou’s ear: "My lord, you are indeed insensible to romance. Even I can see that she seems to have a bit of liking for you."
Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "She doesn’t like me, only my strength. If I were weak, would she still like me?"
"Heehee, I also admire my lord’s strength. Women naturally admire strength. What’s wrong with that?"
Yingyue’s bell-like laughter was spine-tingling and exhilarating.
It must be said that she was full of allure, born with a seductive aura.
Unfortunately, Ye Qingzhou in his previous life was a staunch straight man, and now, practicing Heart Sword, was completely immune to her seduction: "Speak properly, don’t just touch randomly."
At this moment, Yingyue’s slender hands had already slipped inside his collar, touching Ye Qingzhou’s firm chest, intending to explore further and feel his eight-pack abs, but Ye Qingzhou stopped her with a word.
Yingyue pouted: "Not even allowed a touch. My lord is really stingy."
She then cast a flirtatious glance, her rosy lips curled slightly upwards, revealing a captivating smile: "At worst, I will let my lord touch in return."
Ye Qingzhou appraised her from head to toe—her snow-white skin, strong yet elastic, seemingly fragile but, in fact, having commendable defense strength against both slashes and blunt strikes.
If in the form of snake scale True Qi Martial Armor, it would have strong resistance to all attribute inner breaths.
But Ye Qingzhou clearly had no interest: "Your External Training is so-so. It doesn’t offer much for me to learn from."
"My lord, why is your mind always on cultivation?"
Yingyue raised her chest and chin, her slender index finger tracing a tempting line along her plump lips, then downward, drawing a captivating curve: "Don’t you want to do anything else to me?"
Regarding her "provocation," Ye Qingzhou scoffed: "Want to suck my Dragon Essence? You wish."
Clearly, Ye Qingzhou saw through Yingyue’s intentions at a glance.
Recently, after practicing "Fish-into-Dragon Transformation" and "Refining True Gold in Fire," especially gaining unique insights into the External Training techniques, due to the modification by the Dragon’s Inner Breath, his body had become increasingly perfect.
Through the research on Leon, Zhu Jinfeng, and Songg Xin as sample subjects, Ye Qingzhou had now understood the genetic optimization logic of the Winged Dragon bloodline.