Chapter 23: Perverted Curriculum

The two stormed over to the boys' dormitory to confront Dai Mubai and demand an explanation.

At this moment, Tang San and Xiao Wu were busy soothing Dai Mubai's emotions.

"Dai Mubai!"

In the quiet academy, a crisp shout suddenly rang out.

Hearing the voice, Tang San and the others had just turned around when they saw a black figure suddenly launch an attack.

The attacker was none other than Zhuqing, the Nether Spirit Cat, clad in a black leather tight suit.

Her figure was slender and exquisite, full and well-proportioned, with long legs and a slender waist; her chest was firm and ample, her curves beautiful and moving, giving people a sense of perfect curvaceous beauty.

"Nether Hundred Claws!"

Relying on her speed and sharp claws, she launched over a hundred attacks against Dai Mubai in a short time.

Dai Mubai was stunned and quickly released his martial soul, casting the First Spirit Skill, White Tiger Body Protection Barrier, to block the attacks.

At the same time, he unleashed his Second Spirit Skill, White Tiger Intense Light Wave, spitting a ball of milky-white light from his mouth that knocked the opponent back, and he shouted angrily, "Zhuqing, do you really think I dare not hit a woman?"

After a few flips, Zhuqing landed steadily, snorted coldly, and retorted, "You can even speak of such shameless acts as rape and assault; what's wrong with hitting a woman?"

Hearing these words, Dai Mubai instantly understood and glared angrily at Ning Rongrong standing nearby, "So it was you, you bitch, who pulled this stunt..."

"How dare you call me a bitch?"

Ning Rongrong had never been insulted since childhood; even being shouted at was a rare occurrence.

Without a word, she pulled out the Desert Eagle, the birthday gift Zhou Yu had given her.

"Go to hell!"

With two gunshots, the bullets left the barrel, and two metal projectiles flew toward the target.

Tang San, standing not far away, witnessed the Desert Eagle firing again and was horrified.

He wanted to shout a warning, but it was already too late.

In the night sky, a splash of blood erupted.

"Mubai!"

Seeing Dai Mubai injured, he quickly used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to rush to the other's side and support him.

Fortunately, one bullet missed, and the other only struck his shoulder, missing any vital parts.

As for Ning Rongrong herself, her body stumbled backward; it was her first time firing a gun, and she had no idea the lethal weapon would produce recoil.

With Tang San's support, Dai Mubai quickly stood up again.

"You—deserve to die!"

He roared, unleashing his Third Spirit Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, causing his muscles to instantly swell.

Unable to dodge in time, Tang San was shoved aside by Dai Mubai; he hurriedly spoke to dissuade him, "Mubai, calm down, we are classmates!"

"Classmates my ass, I'm going to kill her!"

Like a mad white tiger, Dai Mubai suddenly raised his tiger claws and pounced on Ning Rongrong, who stood frozen in place.

In this critical moment, Zhuqing leaped forward and pushed her away.

Unexpectedly, she saved Ning Rongrong but failed to protect herself, unable to escape the tiger claws.

As she turned to defend herself, several dazzling white lights flashed past, and the black leather jacket she wore instantly tore apart.

Before the shocked gazes of everyone, a magnificent sight of surging waves was revealed. Dai Mubai: "Zhu... Zhuqing!"

"..."

On Zhuqing's cold and handsome face, an expression of shock and pallor appeared for the first time: "I will kill you!"

Realizing her body was exposed, she could no longer suppress the murderous intent in her heart; with one hand, she barely covered her magnificent peak, while the other hand curled her five fingers, preparing to fight back with her life.

At that moment, darkness suddenly fell before her eyes; a cloak, still retaining a warm aura, flew in from somewhere and tightly wrapped around her exposed body.

While Zhuqing was still bewildered, a pair of powerful arms suddenly landed steadily on her shoulders from behind.

Ning Rongrong, standing in the rear, exclaimed, "Lin Yu!"

Zhuqing turned around in surprise; a faint blush quietly crept onto her face, her red lips parted slightly, yet for a moment she did not know what to say.

"You can't beat him; let me handle it!"

The Desert Eagle in Ning Rongrong's hand had somehow transferred to Zhou Yu's grasp.

He gently comforted Zhuqing, then resolutely turned around, raised the gun to point forward, and faced the imposing Dai Mubai.

"Surname Lin, this has nothing to do with you; best get out of my way. Otherwise, I'll beat you too!"

Facing the warning of a Soul Elder at the Thirty-Seventh Level, Zhou Yu showed no fear, snorted coldly, and replied, "Let's see if your claws are faster or my gun is faster!"

Just as both sides were about to clash, a majestic and loud voice suddenly echoed in the night sky.

"In the middle of the night, making such a racket; what are you brats causing trouble for?"

As the words fell, a burly figure descended from the sky, landing squarely between Zhou Yu and Dai Mubai.

Seeing the newcomer clearly, Dai Mubai retracted his martial soul and said respectfully, "Teacher Zhao!"

Zhao Wuji sternly scolded, "As a senior, is this how you teach the new juniors?"

Dai Mubai had no words to reply and could only silently lower his head.

Zhao Wuji sighed lightly, then turned his gaze to Zhou Yu and said earnestly, "Boy, your weapon is too lethal. Unless facing an enemy, it is better not to show it easily."

"Teacher Zhao speaks wisely; this junior has taken note."

Zhou Yu slowly lowered the Desert Eagle; facing Zhao Wuji, who was both a Soul Saint and an elder, he showed exceptional respect and dared not be the slightest bit disrespectful.

Seeing this, a smile of gratification appeared on Zhao Wuji's face; as a teacher, he issued an order to all the students, "Alright, everyone return to your dormitories to rest; tomorrow the Dean will personally supervise your training."

Although Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing were unwilling, they had no choice.

Zhou Yu gently comforted them, saying, "You came here to prove yourselves. If you get too entangled with them, it will be hard to resolve later, which is also detrimental to your cultivation."

Wrapped in the cloak, Zhuqing felt her tightly closed heart gently struck by an inexplicable warm current; she said softly, "Mm, you're right, thank you!"

Zhou Yu smiled knowingly, then turned to Ning Rongrong and said, "Back then, the Sect Master asked you to go with me to the Tiandou Royal Academy, yet you deliberately opposed him. Since you chose Shrek, you must prove yourself right."

Ning Rongrong nodded: "Mm, understood!"

This is the path she chose; she must walk it herself.

After Zhou Yu left, Tang San stepped forward and asked Ning Rongrong in a low voice, "Rongrong, when did Lin Yu join your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? And that Desert Eagle of his..."

Ning Rongrong, who speaks her mind directly, did not think much of it and truthfully told Tang San everything she knew.

Unfortunately, Tang San did not get the answer he wanted; he only vaguely felt that some danger was approaching him.

(End of this chapter)