Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flashed with doubt.
She had seen the Royal Academy's second team before; could those pampered playboys really withstand such high-intensity training?
Lu Feng changed the subject, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "But nothing urgent has happened these past few days, so I took a few days off."
"Hmph, I feel like you're hiding something from me." Zhu Zhuqing snorted, her face full of suspicion.
Lu Feng quickly waved his hand, saying seriously, "Absolutely not, I swear. If I'm lying to you, may my brothers never find wives for the rest of their lives."
"Pfft," Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her laughter was crisp and melodious, like silver bells echoing in the air.
"I really don't know what sins Tang San committed in his past life to have a brother like you."
After laughing for a while, Zhu Zhuqing slowly recovered. Her eyes crinkled with curiosity as she asked, "Lu Feng, what level is your soul power now?"
"What, trying to spy on me?" Lu Feng smiled faintly. "Telling you won't hurt. I'm level 47 now."
"Level 47!" Zhu Zhuqing instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
If she remembered correctly, Lu Feng had only recently turned fourteen.
Fourteen years old!
Level 47!
Zhu Zhuqing stared intently at Lu Feng, her gaze filled with amazement, and said, word by word, "Lu Feng, you are the most talented soul master I have ever seen."
Hearing this, Lu Feng's lips curled into a confident smile. "Zhuqing, admire me as much as you like. My talents aren't limited to cultivation."
"Pah, shameless." Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks flushed slightly as she spat.
The two strolled side by side, remaining silent for a long while before Zhu Zhuqing finally couldn't help but ask, "Lu Feng, how exactly do you cultivate?"
In the year since arriving in Tiandou City, Zhu Zhuqing's training had never slacked off.
Every day, aside from sleeping and eating, she devoted all her time to cultivation.
Soul power meditation.
Soul skill training.
Physical training ,
day after day, week after week. Her bi-
weekly dates with Lu Feng became her only relaxation during this monotonous period.
Through a year of hard work, Zhu Zhuqing's soul power had reached level 38. Her cultivation speed was almost on par with Tang San's innate full soul power.
Even the usually arrogant Yu Xiaogang praised Zhu Zhuqing highly.
He even specially sent Liu Erlong to convey his willingness to personally guide Zhu Zhuqing. However, Zhu Zhuqing politely declined.
However, upon witnessing Lu Feng's astonishing growth rate, Zhu Zhuqing finally understood what a true genius was.
"Want to know? Then after dinner, I'll find a place and show you." Lu Feng blinked, a sly glint in his eyes.
"Hmph, why can't you say it now?" Zhu Zhuqing snorted, a hint of displeasure in her voice.
"Oh, by the way," she asked casually, "Where's Dugu Yan? What level is she now?"
"Yanzi is in seclusion, trying to break through the level 54 bottleneck."
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes instantly sharpened, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists. "Level 54? That wretched old woman!"
"Uh..." Lu Feng could only pretend not to hear.
A jealous kitten like this is not to be trifled with.
During the meal, Zhu Zhuqing was clearly distracted.
On one hand, Lu Feng's astonishing cultivation speed kept her from recovering.
On the other hand, the upcoming Soul Master competition weighed heavily on her mind, like a shadow.
When Zhu Zhuqing fled the Star Luo Royal Family, Davis and Zhu Zhuyun were already captains of the Star Luo Royal Team. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the first clash between these two pairs of candidates will take place on the final stage of the Soul Master Tournament.
Although Zhu Zhuqing has decided to forgo the throne, this doesn't mean she can stand aside and be content with the status quo.
On the contrary, under the cruel rules, the one who gives up must give it their all. Only by demonstrating sufficient value will they have the right to survive.
"What are you thinking about?" Lu Feng's gentle voice rang out.
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At the same time, he reached out and gently took Zhu Zhuqing's hand.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly, sighed softly, and slowly said, "I'm thinking about the Soul Master Competition. The five finalists—Shenfeng, Tianshui, Leiting, and Chihuo—these four academies have almost never missed the finals."
She paused, a hint of seriousness in her eyes, "Xiangjia Academy and Canghui Academy are also extremely formidable opponents."
Saying this, she looked at Lu Feng with a slightly resentful expression, "And then there's your Heavenly Dou Royal Academy's second team."
"Hehe." Lu Feng grinned sheepishly, half-jokingly suggesting, "Then why don't you just join my team?"
Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes at him, snorted, and replied irritably, "Why don't you join the Shrek Academy team?"
Lu Feng's smile faded, and he said calmly, "Sure."
"I'm serious."
Lu Feng gripped Zhu Zhuqing's hand tightly, his eyes shining brightly. "I'm serious too."
After a long silence, Zhu Zhuqing sighed again, explaining helplessly, "The royal family's test isn't just about a single victory or defeat. Even if you lead me to victory, if I'm useless and just a pretty face, I'll still be eliminated in the end."
Lu Feng frowned. "What kind of ridiculous rules are these? This is practically driving people to their doom!"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded, her expression calm yet tinged with helplessness. "That's right. Both the Zhu and Dai families come from military backgrounds. As the saying goes, 'Put yourself in a desperate situation, and you will survive.' Soul Masters can only truly unleash their potential when facing death."
"Alright, Miss Zhu, whatever you say is right."
Lu Feng took Zhu Zhuqing's hand, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "Haven't you always been curious about my secret? Come on, I'll take you to see a real treasure."
Soon, they arrived at a hotel.
Zhu Zhuqing looked up, her gaze falling on the hotel's sign. Her steps faltered instantly, a flicker of panic crossing her face.
"Rose Hotel - Tiandou City Main Branch."
"Lu Feng, why did you bring me here? We're still young, we should focus on cultivation." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was very soft, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes filled with shyness and unease.
Since confirming her relationship with Lu Feng, although she no longer resisted his intimate gestures, she still felt a strong surge of nervousness in this situation.
Just thinking about what might happen next made Zhu Zhuqing's face instantly burn, as if it could bleed.
She felt her heart pounding rapidly, her head spinning, and even her breathing becoming rapid.
"Bang!" Lu Feng flicked her forehead hard, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "What are you thinking? I'm here to show you a treasure, and you're actually lusting after my body?" "Waaah.
" Zhu Zhuqing covered her forehead, tears welling in her eyes from the pain.
It took her a while to recover, then she looked up and glared fiercely at Lu Feng.
The two checked in at the front desk, and under the slightly suggestive gaze of the receptionist, quickly ascended the stairs.
The moment they pushed open the room door, a rich and alluring floral fragrance wafted out.
All the furniture in the room was silver, intricately carved with patterns, exuding luxury and elegance.
A bright red carpet was evenly covered with vibrant rose petals, like a romantic sea of flowers; in the center of the lobby, a giant red heart was meticulously arranged from large roses, vibrant and eye-catching.
"How is it? Beautiful, isn't it?" Lu Feng asked softly, noticing the blissful expression on Zhu Zhuqing's face.
Zhu Zhuqing slowly walked forward, bent down, and gently picked up a rose, sniffing it lightly. "This room is so beautifully decorated; I'm starting to like it here."
Lu Feng's lips curled into a sly smile as he softly said, "Zhuqing, why don't you go wash up first?"
Zhu Zhuqing instantly snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushing again. She glared at him, feigning anger, and said, "Hmph, is this how you tricked that old woman?"
"Uh..." Lu Feng was momentarily speechless, awkwardly touching his nose.
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Zhuqing, look at this." He carefully took out a herb from his soul tool.
It was a seemingly ordinary white flower, about the size of an adult's palm, shaped like a peony, but without a single leaf.
What was unusual was that this flower wasn't rooted in soil, but on a dark stone.
(End of Chapter)