Chapter 51: Feng Zhirou

"Practice this? What's the use of practicing this?" Feng Ruoqing asked blankly.

Ye Yuan shrugged and said, "Practice it or not, it's up to you. If you practice the Yin-Yang Separation Technique like this, you might as well try to increase your soul power directly. Challenging someone above your rank is not that fun."

"Hmph, what's so hard about that? I'll draw it for you right now!" Feng Ruoqing said defiantly.

With that, she pushed Ye Yuan aside and began drawing on the paper as well.

But as she drew, her right hand turned into a circle, and a misshapen one at that.

"I don't believe this!"

Feng Ruoqing tried again, concentrating on making her right hand draw a square. As a result, her right hand drew a square, but her left hand also turned into a square.

After several attempts, Feng Ruoqing was completely defeated.

"Why is this so hard? I'm not drawing anymore!"

Feng Ruoqing angrily threw the brush aside, acting like a little girl, with none of the demeanor of an aloof female instructor.

"It's hard, that's why I asked you to draw. Practice it well. Once you master this, you'll be close to the threshold of the Yin-Yang Separation Technique. Alright, I've taught you the secret. You won't need me as an assistant for the next few days, right? I'm leaving now."

"Stop! Do you think you can fob me off with this thing you've come up with? If you dare walk out today, I'll have the dean expel you. Just try it!" Feng Ruoqing said angrily.

Ye Yuan had come up with some inexplicable thing and claimed it could help her master the Yin-Yang Separation Technique. Was he making fun of her intelligence?

"Aunt, who are you arguing with?" Just then, a woman in white martial attire pushed the door open and entered.

The newcomer was also a stunning beauty, with lively phoenix eyes like crescent moons and a slender waist as if boneless. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and she carried a sword, dressed in white martial clothes, exuding an air of heroism.

Looking closely, this woman bore some resemblance to Feng Ruoqing in the brows and eyes, no wonder she called her 'aunt.'

But the age gap between this aunt and niece was too small; they looked more like sisters.

Ye Yuan had never seen this woman before, but he quickly guessed who the woman in white was.

The most popular instructor at Danwu Academy was Feng Ruoqing, and the most popular female student was Feng Zhirou.

Who else could such a stunning woman with the surname Feng be but Feng Zhirou?

Only, Ye Yuan had never connected the two before, not knowing they were aunt and niece.

Feng Zhirou saw Ye Yuan, then glanced at Feng Ruoqing, whose clothes were somewhat disheveled. She was momentarily stunned, then flew into a rage: "You lecher, how dare you molest my aunt? Let me teach you a lesson!"

With that, without waiting for Ye Yuan to explain, her lightning-fast sword was already at Ye Yuan's chest.

Ye Yuan hadn't expected this woman to be so unreasonable, drawing her sword and attacking without distinguishing right from wrong.

He wanted to dodge, but Feng Zhirou was ranked third on the martial list, far beyond Ye Yuan's ability to contend with.

Locked in by Feng Zhirou's sword aura, Ye Yuan couldn't move, and even his Flash Step was slowed.

This was a lethal strike.

This turn of events was too sudden. Feng Ruoqing clearly hadn't reacted in time, and any attempt to rescue was already too late.

"Ah!" Feng Ruoqing screamed, closing her eyes in terror.

In that critical moment, Ye Yuan had no choice but to stop holding back. In his panic, he thrust out a finger—the Absolute Yang Finger.

A crisp "clang" rang out, followed by the sound of a blade cutting through skin.

As Ye Yuan thrust his finger, he activated Flash Step to its utmost, barely dodging the sword. Even so, he was injured, the blade slicing his right arm.

"Stop!" Feng Ruoqing was startled by Feng Zhirou's move and quickly shouted to halt her.

She had intended to stop her, but was far too slow.

After practicing the Yin-Yang Split Flow Technique for so long, both her Yuan power and mental strength were nearly depleted. How could she possibly stop Feng Zhirou's strike?

Seeing Feng Zhirou's sword thrust straight at Ye Yuan's chest, Feng Ruoqing's heart leaped into her throat. Who would have thought Ye Yuan would miraculously dodge the fatal blow?

Feng Zhirou hadn't expected Ye Yuan to evade her sword either. She had seen through his strength at a glance—merely the fourth level of Yuan Qi. How could someone at the fourth level of Yuan Qi dodge her sword?

Although she hadn't used her full strength, only about thirty percent, even thirty percent shouldn't have been avoidable by someone at the fourth level of Yuan Qi.

Especially that finger strike of his—it had numbed her tiger's mouth. How was that possible?

"Zhirou, what nonsense are you up to?" Feng Ruoqing said angrily.

Only then did Feng Zhirou realize she might have caused trouble. She playfully stuck out her tongue: "You two alone in a room, and I saw you losing your temper and disheveled, so I thought..."

Feng Ruoqing blushed deeply at her words and spat, "Keep talking nonsense, and I'll tear your mouth apart! We were just alchemy—Ye Yuan is my invited assistant! When will you ever change this reckless nature? Otherwise, you'll cause a disaster sooner or later!"

Feng Zhirou pouted and said aggrievedly, "Auntie, I was wrong, okay? I won't dare next time."

"Then go apologize to Ye Yuan!" Feng Ruoqing said huffily.

Before Feng Zhirou could apologize, Ye Yuan exploded first.

He had had enough today! Forced by Feng Ruoqing to be some damn assistant, only to find her so incompetent he couldn't stand it.

He taught her the method of dual-mindedness, and instead of being grateful, she kept pestering him.

And now this unreasonable Feng Zhirou pops up, nearly killing him with one sword!

Ye Yuan had barely scraped by with his life; dying again would be a joke.

"Apologize? I've had enough of you aunt and niece! One of you is relentless, the other unreasonable! I came to help in good faith, and I nearly lost my life. Who did I offend? I'm not taking this bullshit anymore! Feng Ruoqing, if you've got the guts, expel me. If there's no place for me here, there's plenty elsewhere! Farewell!"

With that, Ye Yuan strode out the door.

Feng Zhirou had been about to apologize but was cut off by Ye Yuan's outburst. She said angrily, "Who is this guy, with such a temper? I didn't know the situation, but he only got a minor scratch, didn't he?"

Feng Ruoqing didn't stop Ye Yuan this time, but hearing Feng Zhirou's complaint, she said furiously, "You still talk! That sword of yours nearly killed him, and you're so self-righteous! My brother has spoiled you rotten! When I get back, I'll report all your misdeeds at the academy to him and have him ground you!"

Hearing the word "grounded," Feng Zhirou immediately grabbed Feng Ruoqing's arm and begged, "Good auntie, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please don't tattle to Father—I don't want to stay in the palace all day."

"Hmph! If you don't want to be grounded, then go apologize to Ye Yuan! Remember, apologize! If Ye Yuan doesn't accept your apology, you'll be grounded, and I'll tell my brother everything you've done!" Feng Ruoqing was still shaken; if Ye Yuan had really been killed by Feng Zhirou, she would have lived in guilt for the rest of her life.