The Great Alliance of Demons and Monsters - Strange World 1

Chapter 1: The Approaching Shadows
Night falls. Even in a prestigious academy like Qingming, there are bound to be some dilapidated corners. Wang Qi's dormitory is one such example. Built years ago, the dormitory building is now largely abandoned, leaving only Wang Qi to guard it. It sits atop a garbage dump, constantly reeking of stench. Garbage trucks come to collect the trash in the early morning, creating a cacophony of noise. However, Wang Qi has long since adapted to this environment, though he always carries an unyielding stench. The advantage of this is that he has the entire dormitory building to himself, ensuring a remarkably quiet environment. On
an old, long table, the day's photos are laid out. Wang Qi carefully selects each one, a sinister grin spreading across his face with each picture he chooses.
Finally, he placed a photograph at the very center of the table. In the photo were two people, a man and a woman. The man was handsome and dashing, with a majestic physique and an extremely expensive outfit. A cold, arrogant smile always played on his lips. The woman, on the other hand, was indescribably beautiful. If one had to describe her, one could only use the term "peerless beauty." Her phoenix eyes, delicate nose, cherry lips, willow-leaf eyebrows, graceful figure, and alluring curves were all perfect. A simple white dress exuded an air of nobility. The entire photograph, because of this woman, was as beautiful as a work of art.
Looking at this man and woman, Wang Qi gritted his teeth in hatred, not because he had any grudge against them, but simply out of pure jealousy.
The man's name was Long Aotian. Not only was he exceptionally capable, excelling in both academics and sports, but he also came from a wealthy family. His father was a high-ranking government official, and his mother was a business elite who had returned from Wall Street, owning companies ranked among the world's top 500. His grandfather's generation were high-ranking military officials, wielding unparalleled power.
All of this destined him to be the chosen one of this world, making Wang Qi seem like a world apart.
The woman was his lover, named Ning Feiya, her family background unknown. She was the number one beauty among the ten beauties of Qingming Academy, known as the "Fairy of the Fallen," possessing unparalleled beauty and captivating charm. In Wang Qi's twenty years working at the academy, he had never seen a woman of such beauty before.
Wang Qi greedily stared at the photo, the more he looked, the more unbearable his jealousy and resentment grew towards the man in it. This was because he not only possessed this peerless fairy of the fallen, but also had ambiguous relationships with several other women on the list of ten beauties. Many in the academy had witnessed Long Aotian flirting with the beauties on the list in various settings, and he had openly taken several women on trips, engaging in various ambiguous flirtations. What was truly astonishing was that these supposedly proud beauties seemed completely unconcerned about the ambiguous atmosphere between several women and one man.
But now things were different. Looking at the photograph in his hand, Wang Qi grinned maliciously. He flipped the photograph over and placed it on the table, picking up a pen to write on it. As he wrote, he laughed maniacally. Wang Qi didn't notice that as he wrote, some inexplicable dark shadows lingered behind him, seemingly laughing wildly as well.
After finishing, Wang Qi took out a knife and, without batting an eye, cut his own hand. Blood flowed out, but Wang Qi carefully dripped it onto the back of the photograph until the blood completely obscured the writing. Then, he took out a lighter and lit the photograph.
A photograph stained with fresh blood should theoretically be very difficult to light, but as soon as the lighter's flame approached, the photograph burst into a sinister green flame, and in just a few seconds, the photograph turned to ashes.
The ashes scattered on the table were swept away by an unknown gust of wind, swirling and gradually disappearing. Where the ashes had been, two tiny figures, no bigger than fingers, appeared. Their faces were clear, radiating a pure white glow, semi-transparent, but judging from their clothes, they were Ning Feiya and Long Aotian from the photograph.
"Hehe...haha...is this the soul of a chosen one? Not so noble after all."
Wang Qi sneered, grinning wickedly. This demonic camera could capture a wisp of the soul from the life it photographed, turning it into a photograph. What Wang Qi was doing now was using these soul fragments to influence the soul's owner.
"Go, return to where you belong, and take my instructions."
At Wang Qi's ferocious words, the tiny souls on the table moved erratically a few times, then turned into smoke and flew away. Watching this, Wang Qi laughed triumphantly, a laugh utterly evil and terrifying.
That night, on campus, two people suddenly shivered, but for some reason, they could only bury this instinctive unease deep within their hearts. " ...
Sister Feiya, how do I break through to the third level of the Mingyu Skill? I've been stuck on the second level for a long time. That jerk Tian-gege, every time I ask him, he tells me to be patient and accumulate experience, and that success will come naturally, but I've been accumulating for so long."
"Lingling, we can't rush this. The Mingyu Gong is extremely difficult to master. You've already reached the second level of perfection so quickly, which shows your exceptional talent. The Mingyu Gong not only has beauty benefits for us but also helps us maintain our youth. It's the most suitable martial art for us. So Aotian was right. Letting our internal energy accumulate to nourish our bodies is very beneficial."
Ning Feiya smiled, her hands lightly handling the tea set. Soon, emerald green tea was brewed. Every movement she made was graceful and elegant, so perfect that it was hard to look directly at her. The room was filled with a tranquil atmosphere. Sitting opposite her was a clever and beautiful girl with delicate features like a doll. Her eyes were extremely mischievous, and she looked only thirteen or fourteen years old. She was petite and slightly childish, but her figure was quite elegant, with all the right curves in her body.
This pretty girl was one of the ten beauties of Qingming Academy. She was actually twenty years old, but looked like she was thirteen or fourteen, making her a favorite among some lolicon and earning her the nickname "Loli Doll," which greatly troubled her. However, during a heroic rescue incident, she was completely captivated and willingly became one of Leng Aotian's many girlfriends.
Sitting there, the lingering aroma of tea couldn't keep her quiet. Her eyes darted around mischievously, as if she were weaving some excuse to achieve her goal.
"Xiao Lingling, keep making up excuses. They won't work on me. If you want to be cute, go find your big brother Aotian,"
Ning Fei teased, making the clever and pretty Xiao Lingling blush. She stammered a few words, then couldn't take it anymore and ran out.
"Sister Fei Ya is so mean! I'm going to tell Brother Tian!"
"Really."
Watching Xiao Lingling fly away, Ning Fei Ya's lips curled into a smile, but she also felt a sense of relief. Finally, she didn't have to deal with this quirky girl anymore. Let Ao Tian worry about it; after all, he's such a womanizer, always leaving his mark.
Thinking of Leng Ao Tian's distress at being pestered by Xiao Lingling, Ning Fei Ya couldn't help but smile. She continued to leisurely brew tea, immersing herself in the art of tea, comparing it with her own martial arts
, finding a sense of harmony between heaven and man. Ning Fei Ya's Mingyu Gong had already reached the twelfth level of perfection. She had already innovated and integrated many martial arts secrets she had obtained from Leng Ao Tian, creating the [Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens] martial art. In terms of skill, the only one in the world who could rival her was her childhood sweetheart and fiancé, Long Ao Tian.
Just as she was immersed in the art of tea, a sudden, chilling sensation washed over her. Her perfectly balanced state of mind immediately cracked, and even her inner energy became restless. Noticing this, Ning Feiya quickly calmed her mind and guarded her spirit to prevent herself from going astray. After everything calmed down, Ning Feiya continued brewing tea, but her leisurely demeanor had diminished somewhat.
However, Ning Feiya didn't care. She had only recently created the [Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens] martial art, and this wasn't the first time she had encountered such a thing, so she easily ignored it. Little did she know that this time it was an attack by a demon, with consequences far greater than she could bear.
As she brewed tea, Ning Feiya inexplicably felt a sense of weariness towards what she was doing. Without much suspicion, she put down her teacup, gracefully moved to the balcony, and gazed at the dark night sky. A barely perceptible trace of confusion and bewilderment appeared in her beautiful eyes.
A barely perceptible wisp of black appeared within the ceaselessly flowing internal energy. ...
"Excellent, Qingxuan, your zither skills are getting better and better! This time, the lingering sound lasted for three days!"
"Aotian, are you mocking me? How could my zither skills possibly meet your standards?"
"No, no, it's true. Qingxuan, your zither skills have reached a state of perfection, only one step away from the Dao realm. As for me, because I was distracted by martial arts, I've already fallen behind you. I've also tried to play the timeless masterpiece, Guangling San, but I'm no match for you."
"Alas, my musical skills are only one step away from the Dao realm, while your martial arts, Aotian, have already entered the Dao realm. With your understanding of other arts, how can my musical talent compare to yours? Once, your rendition of 'Phoenix Seeking
its Mate' caused a hundred birds to sing, their melodies swirling around you. I still need to work harder to reach that level." In the antique-style bedroom, a woman in flowing Hanfu, exuding classical elegance and beauty, knelt on a mat. Before her lay a guqin, her slender fingers gliding across its surface. Listening to Long Aotian's words, she chuckled softly, her bright eyes gentle yet filled with deep affection as she gazed at the man.
Opposite her, a handsome, imposing man explained with a look of shame. When their eyes met, an ambiguous feeling lingered in their hearts, making Long Aotian feel slightly intoxicated, while a hint of pride welled up within him.
Zhu Qingxuan, the "Orchid Fairy of the Qin" among the Ten Beauties, possessed unparalleled qin skills and a classical temperament. This peerless beauty, after Leng Aotian's performance of "Phoenix Seeking its Mate," completely fell in love with him, offering her her heart. How could Long Aotian not feel proud and honored? Especially when the beauty was willing to disregard status and give herself to him, Long Aotian secretly vowed never to betray her tender feelings.
The qin music rose again, like a flowing stream of love, gently swirling in their hearts, yet carrying a sweet feeling in the music.
The lingering sound of the zither made Long Aotian feel somewhat dazed. He recalled the beginning, thinking that if he hadn't been kind-hearted when he was young and saved a down-on-his-luck beggar, he wouldn't be where he was today. Who would have thought that the beggar would be a legendary figure in the martial arts world, betrayed by his enemies and left with only a short lifespan? After being saved by him, the beggar saw his potential and kindness and imparted all his knowledge to him, even passing on his own internal energy. He also left behind a treasure map, declaring that it was the burial place of an ancient martial arts legend, which was also the main reason for his death. Then he passed away.
He diligently practiced martial arts, and then, by chance, unearthed a treasure trove. The treasure was located beneath his own family's land, containing not only numerous secret manuals and lost classics, but also a vast array of rare and precious materials. With these, despite his young age, Long Aotian had already achieved profound skill, becoming proficient in all arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He had also secretly built a vast power base, straddling both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and spreading throughout various countries in the East and West. Of course, he had long since avenged his master's murder; his enemy's ashes were now nothing but dust.
All of this led Long Aotian to realize one fact: he was the protagonist of this world.
Memories flooded back, but for some reason, amidst the ethereal music, he thought of Ning Feiya, that incomparably perfect woman, like a celestial being descended to earth.
Ning Feiya was the orphan of his mentor. When he was entrusted with the mantle of succession, the then eight-year-old Ning Feiya found him. Despite her young age, she possessed an ethereal beauty, giving him his first taste of love. The two diligently practiced together, comforting each other through hardship. When they discovered a treasure, Long Aotian shared everything with her without reservation.
As time passed, Ning Feiya confirmed their relationship, promising to marry him as soon as they graduated. Thinking back to when he proposed to her in front of their parents, and the first blush and tenderness appear on Ning Feiya's perfect face, Long Aotian felt a surge of warmth in his heart, an endless love flowing within him.
Suddenly, a chill swept over him, and Long Aotian seemed to see ashes fluttering before his eyes. Upon closer inspection, however, there was nothing there, only the exquisite image of a beautiful woman's delicate hands playing the zither.
"Aotian, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, maybe someone's talking about me behind my back."
Faced with the beauty's concern, Long Aotian smiled nonchalantly, no longer displaying the aloof demeanor he showed to outsiders. He shook his head and pondered for a moment, not believing that any strange phenomenon could escape his senses, so he stopped thinking about it and fully enjoyed the beauty's music. ...
In the empty room, there was only a large sheet of Xuan paper with a large character "Dao" written on it. The handwriting was delicate, yet it possessed an inexplicable grandeur and charm. Ning Feiya had no intention of looking up at the sky. She sat cross-legged on the futon, and in a daze, she and the character became one.
"Why..."
Ning Feiya opened her beautiful eyes, but they were filled with confusion, and there was a strange sense of bewilderment deep within them. She spread out her hands, which were like carved white jade, and a pure white halo rippled in them, like a pool of water rippling in her hands. But what was discordant was that there were traces of black light in this pure white.
After creating the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens martial art, Ning Feiya's cultivation reached the level of projecting internal energy outwards. She naturally knew the color of her internal energy, but what puzzled her was that just now, her internal energy had changed color, taking on a hint of darkness.
During this change, her state of mind also shifted, an indescribable emptiness and desolation filling her heart, as if nothing could arouse her interest.
Ning Feiya investigated these changes within herself. Choosing not to follow the path of her predecessors but instead creating her own martial art meant she was destined to face all her transformations alone. Ning Feiya was mentally prepared, even confident that she could find a path to completely perfect her martial arts.
The power of her internal energy had increased; Ning Feiya concluded this after a flick of her slender hand, turning the one-meter square floor in front of her into dust.
There were even more inexplicable changes. Her internal energy was constantly being transformed into pitch-black internal energy, and this transformed internal energy even gave Ning Feiya a sense of familiarity. This wasn't an illusion; the speed at which she could manipulate her internal energy after the transformation was much faster than before, so sensitive that it could be described as being as responsive as her own limbs. The recovery speed of her internal energy and the improvement of her cultivation were both much faster than before.
Relying on these changes, Ning Feiya was even confident that, possessing pitch-black internal energy, she could easily defeat her former self.
Everything seemed to be changing for the better. The only thing that made Ning Feiya uneasy was the change in her state of mind. As the pitch-black internal energy spread, that vast, empty, and detached state of mind became more and more obvious. She even felt that sitting cross-legged for the rest of her life wouldn't be so difficult to accept.
"Is it the emptiness of Buddhism, or the great tranquility of Taoism?"
Ning Feiya murmured softly, recalling the ancient books she had read, but only finding these two states of mind that were similar to her own.
"The road lies ahead, why hesitate?"
A faint smile filled the meditation room with a serene, otherworldly beauty. With a flick of her bright eyes, she made her decision, closed them, and focused all her energy on transforming her dark inner power.
She spent a sleepless night, only her deep, long breaths echoing in the room. In her meditation, Ning Feiya vaguely saw another version of herself, completely opposite. While she favored white, this other self was dressed entirely in black, as if the entire night originated from her. She murmured softly, seemingly trying to tell a story, but Ning Feiya ignored the external disturbances, letting the soft murmur continue.
When the sun rose the next day, Ning Feiya opened her eyes. Her gaze was calm and still, her pupils as dark and unfathomable as the night sky, a darkness that could swallow even light.
She sat motionless, seemingly able to sit for eternity, until, after a long while, a loud knocking sounded at the door.
"Sister Feiya, Sister Feiya, the sun's already high in the sky, time to get up."
Hearing the familiar voice, Ning Feiya's eyes flashed with a strange light. Her delicate body didn't move, but the door opened directly. Xiao Lingling outside the door was startled and peeked inside, thinking it was a ghost. Her expression was both funny and endearing.
"Sister Fei Ya...you seem to have changed, um...you've become even more beautiful, your skin is even better, wow, tell me, Sister Fei Ya, what kind of martial art do you practice, Mingyu Gong? Looks like I need to work harder."
Chattering on and on, Ning Fei Ya smiled slightly. After rising, she lightly lifted her feet, seemingly gliding through the air, her graceful posture like a fairy descending to earth, leaving Xiao Lingling stunned.
After a night of practicing her internal energy, Ning Fei Ya's transformation was clearly visible to anyone who wasn't blind. Her hair was like clouds, each strand flowing with an eerie glow; her skin was like crystal, her beautiful eyes like the night sky, captivating anyone who looked at her. Her aura had also changed, becoming more ethereal and otherworldly, even giving the illusion that she could ride a cloud at any moment, leaving the mortal world and ascending to the heavenly palace—a perfection that made one feel ashamed and dare not approach.
"Little girl, my martial arts have improved significantly, of course there will be changes. You can't even master a simple martial art like Mingyu Gong, so you'll hardly see any progress in your life."
Ning Feiya teased with a light smile, but her eyes no longer held their usual gentle joy, only endless desolation. Her heart remained unmoved, like a clear mirror reflecting everything. Ning Feiya could even sense the unspeakable jealousy hidden behind Xiao Lingling's obedient and envious words of praise—something Ning Feiya had never noticed before.
"Alright, little girl, I need to continue practicing. Tell Aotian for me that I skipped class today."
"But, Brother Tian will be very uneasy if he doesn't see Sister Feiya for a day."
"Go ahead."
The jealousy and secret joy behind that seemingly obedient demeanor were as clear as lines on the palm of her hand, but Ning Feiya surprisingly felt nothing. She simply gave a few words of advice and watched Xiao Lingling leave, her light smile gradually fading, leaving only indifference.
After Xiao Lingling left, Ning Feiya returned to her meditation room. She sat for a short while, then frowned and stood up.
The incense she usually loved, and the tidy arrangement of the room, filled her with extreme aversion. This aversion came suddenly, but it was deep within her, from her very soul, making Ning Feiya not want to stay there for even a moment longer.
[I hate cleanliness, I hate fragrance, I hate beauty.] A strange thought flashed through her mind, but Ning Feiya paid it no heed. Her stagnant state of mind made her unwilling to concern herself with anything. She
casually took the unwashed white dress she had worn yesterday from her bedroom, changed into it, and left the room. Normally, this would never have happened; her innate love of cleanliness would have made it impossible for her to tolerate wearing yesterday's clothes. But now, everything seemed perfectly normal. She
strolled leisurely through the vast campus. The students around her, both male and female, couldn't help but gaze deeply at Ning Feiya, captivated by her ethereal, otherworldly, and goddess-like beauty.
Ning Feiya walked slowly, seemingly indifferent to everything, yet every event around her was reflected in her heart. She could sense the deep jealousy in the hearts of the women around her, the greed and lust in the hearts of the boys, and she could even sense a male student who, after staring at her for a while, couldn't help but swallow hard and whisper to his friend beside him, wondering why such a perfect goddess was pursued by that fickle, aloof man.
Things she used to disregarded, she now disregarded even more, but Ning Feiya's heart was far from calm; rather, it was turbulent.
Qingming Academy—those who could study here were all wealthy and noble, their clothes impeccably neat and stylish, and the use of perfume was commonplace. All of this, when it came into Ning Feiya's view, aroused extreme disgust in her, even an irresistible urge to defile them.
[Accept your inner thoughts, without questioning, without pondering the reasons, pretend to be indifferent, and don't reveal them.] The inexplicable words stopped Ning Feiya's impulsiveness. Her jade-like face remained unchanged, but she quickened her pace.
Where to go? Ning Feiya wandered aimlessly, pondering the question. The aversion she felt towards her usual scenic spots was immediately rejected.
[To the garbage dump.] Once the thought arose, it lingered like a bone-deep awl. After only a brief moment of contemplation, Ning Feiya made her decision without hesitation.
The road gradually became secluded, and a stench began to permeate the air. The smell, which she usually loathed, now filled Ning Feiya with a genuine sense of pleasure.
[I like the stench, I like the filth.] She was gradually entering the garbage dump. Garbage was scattered all around, rats and cockroaches crawled everywhere. A peerless beauty, as perfect as a fairy, as holy as a goddess, strolled among it, her expression serene and joyful, which looked extremely eerie.
When she reached a mountain of garbage two people high, Ning Feiya stopped. Her smile became even more elegant and sweet, even with a hint of allure. The circulation of her internal energy also quickened slightly.
[Take off your clothes and dive in, take a bath in the garbage.] A glint of light appeared in the dormitory building not far away.
Wang Qi stood behind the window, holding a video camera, pointing it at Ning Feiya, muttering, "Take off your clothes, dive in, let me see what the college's number one beauty looks like when she takes a bath in garbage."
Grinning maliciously, the psychologically disturbed Wang Qi desperately wanted to destroy Ning Feiya, to watch her do all sorts of filthy things to satisfy his perverted urges. But he was somewhat puzzled, because according to the instructions he had written, Ning Feiya should have been unable to resist her love for the stench and garbage when she arrived here, and should have been unable to resist diving into the garbage dump. Why was she so quiet now? At the same time, Ning Feiya's temperament and demeanor also made Wang Qi instinctively feel that something was wrong.
But Wang Qi never doubted whether the camera's magic hadn't worked, because Ning Feiya's appearance in this garbage dump with a joyful smile was strong evidence.
Suddenly, Wang Qi saw through the camera that Ning Feiya turned her head and glanced at him.
"Ah..."
Wang Qi immediately crouched down and hid in the shadows, breaking out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason. His first thought was that he had been discovered, but he quickly dismissed it. He was dozens of meters away from Ning Feiya, and besides, he was hiding behind the window; she shouldn't have been able to detect him. His second thought was why he was so afraid.
It wasn't because of Ning Feiya's power, but rather an instinctive fear—a fear of Ning Feiya's slight glance.
"Knock knock... Please open the door, I know you're here."
Just as Wang Qi was lost in his inexplicable feelings, there was a knock on the door, and Ning Feiya's polite, perfect, yet indifferent voice came through.
"Gulp..."
Wang Qi swallowed hard, trying to calm himself. He'd been discovered, but it was alright. No one could possibly guess about the camera... She couldn't possibly suspect he was behind it all...
The fact that the person involved had come knocking, and in such a sudden way, immediately filled Wang Qi with panic. He frantically tried to reassure himself, completely unlike the wicked and arrogant demeanor he'd displayed last night and even just now.
"You... hello, Miss Ning... you... what brings you here?"
Opening the door, Wang Qi, who had initially tried to act normal, stammered a respectful greeting upon seeing Ning Feiya's flawless, ethereal face, lowering his head and not daring to look directly at her.
Ning Feiya's gaze swept over him, not lingering on the panicked Wang Qi for even a second longer. She glanced at the room's furnishings and said coldly, "Do you live here alone?"
"Yes."
"The room is too dirty and messy, and you smell bad. Stay away from me."
"Yes... yes..."
The extremely humiliating words, spoken in Ning Feiya's elegant voice, carried an indescribable charm. Wang Qi lowered his head, mumbled an "yes," and slowly retreated. He didn't feel humiliated, for he had heard these words countless times before and was no longer affected by them. What troubled him was that, now that the object of his fantasies from the previous night was actually before him, he felt nothing but inferiority, cowardice, and fear. He felt none of the sense of control he had
felt the previous night. This was what Wang Qi found most unacceptable. Was the realization of his twisted, evil desires nothing more than the mutterings of a cowardly rat in the shadows? Upon realizing this, Wang Qi felt utterly hopeless.
"Raise your head and look me in the eye."
Wang Qi was startled. The power in Ning Feiya's words compelled him to raise his head slowly, and for the first time, he truly saw Ning Feiya's beautiful face… She was truly beautiful, Wang Qi murmured to himself.
"A man shouldn't act so humble and subservient."
After Wang Qi raised his head, Ning Feiya stared directly at his ugly, monkey-like face, her expression unchanged, only now her jade-like face held a cold indifference that was no longer outwardly apparent, but without the disgust others felt upon seeing Wang Qi's face.
"Make me a cup of tea."
After saying this, without waiting for Wang Qi's reaction, she lightly lifted her jade-like leg and walked into Wang Qi's house.
Wang Qi was not a clean person, and living near a garbage dump made him even lazier. The chairs were covered in dust, and the scattered bedding and clothes were far from clean; a foul stench permeated the air.
Ning Feiya ignored all of this, sitting directly on the edge of the bed, her expression elegant and aloof, her hands folded on her knees, beautiful as if an ancient lady had stepped out of a painting. Her starry eyes held only indifference and confusion, making it impossible to see through her true heart.
Wang Qi was filled with mixed emotions, unsure how to react. His eyes inexplicably felt hot, and he hurriedly took out the kettle to boil water, find tea leaves, and a cup.
Ning Feiya watched the entire time, observing this ugly, monkey-like man bustling about. Since last night, she felt that many things deep within her had changed, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what. Some things had become indifferent, no longer important.
The scent emanating from Wang Qi and the surrounding environment gave her a sense of pleasure. Coupled with her keen perception of Wang Qi's deep-seated inferiority, despondency, and utter despair upon entering, she felt a mixture of pity, amusement, and a touch of sympathy, which led her to act this way. Although she felt her words and actions were somewhat strange and sudden, she did what she felt was right. In every respect, she now had the right to do so. There was another reason, though: the first time Ning Feiya saw Wang Qi, she sensed a strange odor about him—not a foul smell, but a deeper, more subtle one. This odor gave her an inexplicable feeling that this man should not be so sleazy.
As for the initial reason for letting her in, she no longer wanted to ask.
A chipped glass, filled with extremely cheap tea leaves, held a cup of pale yellow tea, steaming gently. Ning Feiya held the cup with both hands, her slender, jade-like fingers captivating Wang Qi. Ignoring Wang Qi's stunned expression, Ning Feiya raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Then, she rose to leave, but before exiting, she turned back and asked, "Thank you for the treat. And… what's your name?"
"Wang… Wang Qi."
Without replying, Ning Feiya drifted away, as abruptly as her arrival, leaving Wang Qi with a complicated expression. …
Damn it, damn it, what went wrong? Wang Qi was completely baffled. According to the information transmitted by the camera, as long as he wrote the instructions on the back of the photo, smeared it with blood, and set it on fire, the captured wisp of soul would naturally return to the subject with the written instructions. The instructions were mandatory and impossible to disobey.
That's what the information said, and that's what Wang Qi did. But when it came to Ning Feiya, only part of it came true.
According to his original plan, Ning Feiya would become a perverted woman who loved the smell of garbage and would come to the garbage dump alone at this time today to bathe in the garbage. The first half seemed to have come true, but the second half was strange, because Ning Feiya didn't do that. Instead, she went to her own home and had a cup of tea.
Wang Qi hesitated, somewhat at a loss. According to the original plan, after filming Ning Feiya's perverted behavior today, he was supposed to take another photo for later use. But now, all those plans had vanished.
The plan failed, but surprisingly, Wang Qi didn't feel much disappointment. Instead, a strange feeling welled up inside him.
After so many years, finally, someone looked at me without disgust.
For the first time, Wang Qi felt a sense of redemption…
Ning Feiya returned to her single dormitory room, only to find her lover, Long Aotian, already waiting at the door.
"Feiya, where did you go today? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Next time you go out, try to bring your phone."
Gone was the cold and aloof demeanor she displayed when facing strangers. A gentle smile curved her hard lips. Facing her lover's question, Ning Feiya's lips blossomed into the same gentle smile, a smile so beautiful it was breathtaking: "My martial arts improved greatly last night, and I felt a sense of unease, so I went out for a walk."
"Feiya, your martial arts are now above mine. I can't even tell what level you're at anymore."
"Let's not talk about that. Let's go eat. Hmm... maybe we should also find Lingling and Qingxuan. Of course, Aotian, who else do you think we should ask for?"
With Ning Feiya's cultivation, it was no exaggeration to say she was untouched by the mortal world. The stench of the garbage dump couldn't leave a trace on her. Only a faint, lingering fragrance remained, causing Long Aotian to involuntarily take a half-step closer, only to receive a glare from the beauty and some teasing words.
Long Aotian didn't realize Ning Feiya's deliberate attempt to change the subject. He was simply captivated by their time alone, captivated by the fact that only in these moments would Ning Feiya transform from an ethereal fairy into a mortal, revealing a girlish allure.
"I hope... it's just the two of us today. A new French restaurant opened in the east campus; I heard the chef is good. Let's go there today."
"Okay..."
Long Aotian didn't notice the growing indifference behind Ning Feiya's smile.
"Aotian, goodnight..."
"Feiya, goodnight... um... that..."
Although they had been a couple for years, after dinner, as he escorted Ning Feiya back to her dormitory, Long Aotian acted like a boy in his first love, stealing glances at her while stammering.
Ning Feiya was well aware of Long Aotian's thoughts. After a brief, light laugh, she gently kissed his cheek, then entered the dormitory with a fragrant breeze, leaving Long Aotian stunned and wistful.
As the door closed, Ning Feiya, who had been smiling gently, gradually changed. Her smile faded, leaving only endless indifference. It seemed that her date with her boyfriend, and even the final light kiss, had left no trace in her heart.
Ning Feiya also noticed the change in herself. Although she was naturally indifferent, she had never been like this before. After her date with her boyfriend, although she felt warm, she seemed to be forcing herself to stay awake. The intense sweetness of the past was gone, and after parting, there was no lingering longing, only a sense of relief and indifference.
But even so, what did it matter? Ning Feiya pondered her current state of mind, finding only utter indifference.
"Aotian, didn't you notice? I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes today," she murmured to herself.
After speaking, Ning Feiya pushed open the door of the meditation room and entered a meditative state once more.
The closed door blocked out the last ray of light. She didn't light incense or turn on the lights, simply sitting quietly. Yet, Ning Feiya felt a profound peace and comfort, solely because of the darkness.
Thinking back on the day's events, the first thing that came to Ning Feiya's mind wasn't Wang Qi, nor Long Aotian, but the unusual phenomenon of her internal energy circulation speed increasing while she was alone in the junkyard. Her internal energy had even improved slightly, albeit minutely, but undeniably.
"Celestial spiritual energy entering the body? Does the realm described in ancient texts truly exist? If so, others gather the ethereal energy drifting through the mountains and forests, achieving immortality through qi cultivation. What am I doing, absorbing the filth of the garbage dump, turning into a demon?"
Extreme doubts filled her heart, yet she couldn't clear her thoughts, nor could she find a solution. She decided to go again. Without even a moment's rest, Ning Feiya set off for the garbage dump under the cover of night. However, she didn't want anyone to see her, using her lightness skill to move swiftly. A white figure darted through the night sky, leaving a faint fragrance in her wake, leaving passersby puzzled. "Where did such fragrant flowers come from?" they wondered.
Wang Qi, frustrated and unable to sort out his feelings, felt a surge of warmth and a strange comfort as he recalled the beautiful face he had clearly seen earlier. He sat by the window, idly gazing outside.
As he looked around, he suddenly spotted a figure he couldn't believe. The clothes, the tall, perfect figure—even though he could only see her back, Wang Qi could almost smell the lingering fragrance of her body from her home.
"Sure enough… there's something here that can accelerate my internal energy's growth."
Ning Feiya closed her eyes, scrutinizing the scene. While she couldn't detect whether some spiritual energy had truly entered her body, her internal energy was undeniably circulating faster, and at a barely perceptible pace.
Only here could she feel this. Traveling swiftly, Ning Feiya even had time to visit her usual lakeside spot. The scenery there was still beautiful, but this hadn't happened there.
Whether this referred specifically to the garbage dump, a place teeming with filth, or to something else entirely, remained to be explored. But Ning Feiya chuckled softly; it had been a long, long time since she felt so full of fighting spirit.
Seeing Wang Qi peeking out the window, Ning Feiya smiled but ignored him. Instead, she stretched and slowly began to perform a set of martial arts moves.
Wang Qi stared wide-eyed at the beautiful figure outside the window. At that moment, his mind was filled with the famous sword dance lyrics that would be remembered for ages. " Coming like thunder, then subsiding in fury; departing like a calm sea, its
light still; crimson lips and pearl-adorned sleeves, both lonely..."
Every word was so fitting. Wang Qi even saw that as Ning Feiya's fists and feet moved, the air rippled like water, creating a whirlwind that swept up debris. "This...this..." While Wang Qi was speechless with shock, Ning Feiya stopped her movements, pressed her palms down to her dantian, exhaled deeply, and a white wave of energy shot out from her mouth like an arrow. After finishing her dance, she walked directly towards Wang Qi's house. "Knock knock knock..." There was only a knock at the door, but this time Wang Qi knew who was outside. His shock subsided slightly, and he immediately went to open the door. Ning Feiya stood there, indifferent and elegant. This time, she didn't even say a word, and walked directly into the house. "I am a martial artist. Would you be willing to become my disciple?" Ning Feiya asked Wang Qi after stopping. Wang Qi was dumbfounded, unsure whether he was shocked by what he had just witnessed or by Ning Feiya's sudden question. "Would you be willing to become my disciple? I will teach you martial arts. With my abilities, ensuring you live a wealthy and healthy life for the rest of your days is not difficult. Are you willing?" For some reason, a thought suddenly arose in Wang Qi's mind: things don't happen more than three times. Ning Feiya would never ask a third time. If he still didn't react, the beautiful woman in front of him might just drift away. Suddenly struck by inspiration, Wang Qi knelt down and shouted, "Greetings, Master!" "Alright," Ning Feiya replied calmly, but said nothing more, letting Wang Qi kneel. She took out a bank card and handed it to him, saying, "Here, take this. There's a million in it. Consider it a gift for becoming a disciple. Martial artists need plenty of meat and fish, and all sorts of supplements. You'll need this money in the future." After kneeling down and shouting "I'm your disciple!", Wang Qi felt his face burning. No matter what, he was nearly fifty years old, yet he was kneeling before a twenty-year-old girl. But looking at the money Ning Feiya handed him, Wang Qi's face suddenly turned red, and he said somewhat indignantly, "I... I don't need the money..." "..." Ning Feiya didn't seem displeased with Wang Qi's indignant words. She simply gazed at him calmly without saying a word. Wang Qi was startled, and finally, he moved his lips hesitantly, but still didn't say anything and accepted the money. "Now that the ceremony is complete, let's cut to the chase. I'll teach you a basic internal energy cultivation method and a set of martial arts techniques. Practice them first. I'll be coming often these days, so feel free to ask me anything you don't understand." With that, Ning Feiya had Wang Qi stand up and began teaching him martial arts, leaving him in a daze. Actually, Ning Feiya's actions were impulsive. On one hand, she wanted to come back regularly to investigate the strangeness of this place; on the other hand, deep down, she felt something inexplicable about Wang Qi. He shouldn't have fallen so low. This almost intuitive thought was enough to make a decision. ... Wang Qi felt like he was dreaming. He'd acquired a magical camera on a bizarre website, and just as he was about to unleash his pent-up desires, he was inexplicably taken in as a disciple by the victim, Ning Feiya. He hadn't even gone to work for the past few days, spending all his time at home practicing martial arts. At the same time, Wang Qi realized why the camera hadn't reached its full potential. Ning Feiya was simply too powerful, almost superhuman. With a wave of her hand, a fierce wind arose within a ten-zhang radius; with a stomp of her foot, the earth trembled, cracking like spiderwebs across the ground. This was the effect of Ning Feiya's casual demonstration of martial arts prowess, yet it left Wang Qi feeling as if his entire worldview had been overturned. "You've already achieved some success with this Bull Demon Bone Refining Fist. Let's pause for now. I'll teach you the Tiger Demon Tendon Forging Fist. Come on... watch closely." Several days later, Wang Qi performed a set of punches, his fists and feet flying, powerful and heavy, showing extraordinary skill. Even more strangely, between the changes in his moves, an indescribable artistic conception was being portrayed. It was a terrifying artistic conception, like a madman, killing all things. In Ning Feiya's spiritual perception, when Wang Qi demonstrated his martial arts, all the weak creatures within a hundred meters around, such as rats and cockroaches, hid, because an indescribable ferocity was slowly rising there. Although Ning Feiya remained outwardly composed, she was inwardly stirred. This was a remarkable achievement for her at this stage. Within just a few days of learning martial arts, Wang Qi had transformed from a weak, clueless ordinary person into a respectable martial artist. While her teaching played a part, and the Bull Demon Bone Refining Fist was indeed a highly advanced technique—in ancient times, its emergence would have undoubtedly attracted fierce competition— even with the most advanced techniques and her diligent instruction, mastering a martial art in just a few days, grasping its essence, and integrating it into the movements to enhance its power was beyond mere talent. Moreover, Wang Qi was nearly fifty, practically on his deathbed; what talent could he possibly possess? If it weren't for his slightly weaker internal energy and incomplete cultivation, Wang Qi would have already mastered the technique and become a formidable expert. Ning Feiya was deeply moved, but her expression remained unchanged. She calmly asked Wang Qi to stop and began teaching him another martial art.

After demonstrating his martial arts, Wang Qi stood there, awaiting Ning Feiya's feedback. He felt a mix of trepidation and unease, like a teacher handing out grades after a final exam—a feeling he hadn't experienced in years. When Ning Feiya didn't offer any comments but instead began teaching another martial art, Wang Qi felt a sense of relief, yet also a pang of disappointment. For the past few days, driven by an inexplicable inner feeling, he had buried himself in martial arts day and night, practicing tirelessly. All this diligence, perhaps, was for… a long-awaited word of praise.
He knew the feelings welling up inside him were embarrassing; at his age, he was still craving praise like a child. But when Ning Feiya stood before him, gazing at him, the feeling wouldn't fade.
Perhaps it was because, in all these years, no one had looked at him like Ning Feiya, without a trace of disdain, willing to speak to him face-to-face. "A scholar will die for one who understands him," Wang Qi repeatedly told himself, merely to conceal the quiet affection stirring within him.
Leaving aside the age gap, the difference in family background and appearance, the mere sight of Ning Feiya standing before him, gazing at him, created an insurmountable chasm for Wang Qi, like the difference between a ground beetle and the bright moon.
This feeling caused Wang Qi to bury his true thoughts deep within. As for the camera, for some reason, he didn't even want to touch it lately.
Several days later, at dusk, Wang Qi stood in the garbage dump, amidst mountains of trash, his expression anxious and uneasy, frequently glancing at the time on his watch.
"Why hasn't she come yet? Is Feiya busy today?"
Usually, Ning Feiya would arrive at this garbage dump early, practicing martial arts while also instructing Wang Qi in her spare time. But today, she was suddenly absent. Although he knew it was normal for Ning Feiya not to come, he couldn't hide his anxiety, unconsciously muttering his inner thoughts aloud. In the past, although Wang Qi addressed her as "Master" verbally, he always called her by her given name in his heart. Of course, Wang Qi dared not let Ning Feiya know the disrespect in his heart as her adopted disciple.
"I've been practicing martial arts for so many days, it's time to go out for a walk,"
he muttered to himself, merely to mask his anxiety as he stepped out of the house.
The privileged young men on the street, whenever they saw Wang Qi approaching, would either frown slightly and give way if they were well-mannered, or simply glare at him with disdain, almost to the point of shouting.
Wang Qi, head down and back hunched, moved like a rat in a sewer, weaving through the shadows of the road. He had been engrossed in martial arts practice for days, and being rather lazy, his clothes had been washed very infrequently, leaving him with a strong, unpleasant stench—no wonder the people around him reacted that way.
Whether it was the psychological effect of martial arts training or simply from being used to it, Wang Qi seemed unaffected by the disdainful looks. His gaze, however, kept wandering aimlessly, as if searching for something.
He didn't know what he was looking for, just wandering aimlessly through the streets, his heart filled with unease and confusion.
Reaching the lakeside, the setting sun bathed the shimmering water in a golden glow. Beside the lake stood a four-story, pagoda-shaped building with upturned eaves and corner towers. The top floor had no walls, only railings, where many elegantly dressed young men and women could be seen feasting and drinking to their hearts' content.
Wang Qi glanced at the numerous luxury cars parked outside the building, shook his head, and consciously refrained from approaching. The Elegant Pavilion was not a place he could afford to go; he couldn't even get close. What appeared to be a restaurant was actually a private club, requiring membership to even dine inside. The sole condition for membership was a net worth of over ten million. He
casually found a spot by the lake and sat down, idly tossing stones into the water. His gaze casually swept towards the top floor of the Elegant Pavilion. He had cultivated a little internal energy in the past few days; using it for offense or defense would be suicidal, but it was useful for improving his eyesight. What he saw there left him stunned.
Ning Feiya was on the top floor, sitting intimately with a cold and aloof young man. Several stunningly beautiful women were also seated around them. Although the distance was considerable, Wang Qi couldn't see the expressions of the others clearly, but he could clearly see Ning Feiya's appearance. The usually aloof Ning Feiya was now smiling extremely sweetly, as if a fairy who had never touched the mortal world had stepped back into the mortal realm. Every smile and frown was enough to captivate.
Perhaps sensing Wang Qi's gaze, Ning Feiya glanced at him slightly. Wang Qi's heart immediately became flustered, and his mind began to wander. But to his disappointment, Ning Feiya only stared at him for a moment before looking away, focusing on the cold and aloof young man beside her, chatting and laughing softly.
"Hehe..." Wang Qi lowered his head and smiled bitterly, silently bowing his head deeply. His mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know where to begin. He only felt a long-lost sense of desolation and sorrow surging within him.
Sitting quietly, waiting… Wang Qi didn’t know what he was waiting for. The sun gradually set, and the dim night took over the world. The people eating and drinking at the Elegant Music Pavilion gradually dispersed.
Wang Qi sat there in a daze, then suddenly
his mind cleared. He looked into the distance and saw Leng Aotian, Ning Feiya, and their group had finished dinner and were walking out of the Elegant Music Pavilion. Wang Qi stared blankly. Among the group, the men were handsome and dashing, and the women were beautiful as flowers. If it were any other time, he would have already taken advantage of the distance to stare intently at the women, fantasizing and cursing the men. But at this moment, Wang Qi’s entire mind was occupied by Ning Feiya.
Looking at her celestial beauty, at her current ethereal beauty, he gradually became stunned, as if bewitched.
“Don’t come any closer.”
Wang Qi, who was stunned, was suddenly awakened by a voice transmission in his ear. Hearing the familiar, incomparably clear and elegant voice, Wang Qi lowered his head again.
Ning Feiya remained expressionless, chatting with Long Aotian with a faint smile. Her beautiful eyes inadvertently swept over Wang Qi, who was looking down, before looking away.
"She's not someone I can even dream of... isn't she...? To become her disciple is already a blessing from my ancestors, to be able to get close to her is already an incredible stroke of luck... isn't it?"
Wang Qi, walking hurriedly home, muttered to himself. A smile appeared on his wrinkled face, but it was so ugly.
"But... I'm not reconciled... I'm really not reconciled..."
Back at his front door, Wang Qi finally couldn't contain his rage and roared at the sky. His defiant roar echoed through the empty garbage dump. For the first time, his hunched back straightened, and a crimson glint of ferocity flashed in his eyes. Combined with his ugly face, he looked like a demon, utterly ferocious. His days of martial arts training had not only strengthened his physique but also amplified the innate, domineering aura within him.
No one knew, not even Wang Qi himself, that from birth, he harbored a primal, murderous, and tyrannical ferocity. However, lacking the support of strength and the harshness of reality, his inner madness remained hidden until today, after entering the ranks of martial artists, when his true nature, lurking deep within, began to surface.
Wang Qi roughly pushed open the door, strode into his room, and looked at the camera that seemed casually placed on the bedside table, nothing out of the ordinary. His expression gradually turned ferocious: "I still have a chance... don't I... hahahahaha."
His shrill, maniacal laughter carried further and further away...
Chapter Two: Devout Admiration
"Master... I'm getting old, my memory isn't so good anymore. Sometimes I don't remember some martial arts stances very clearly. Can I take some pictures so I can learn them myself later?"
"Hmm... okay."
Ning Feiya turned around. What happened at the Elegant Pavilion a couple of days ago hadn't left a trace in her mind at all, so she never imagined that her old disciple, whom she had taken on a whim, had become so beastly because of that incident, and was now filled with madness and evil, planning to attack her.
"Your camera... let me see it."
Although she sensed Wang Qi seemed somewhat nervous, Ning Feiya was completely unconcerned. The difference in strength meant that no matter what scheme Wang Qi plotted, it wouldn't cause her any trouble. However, the camera in Wang Qi's hand gave her a strange feeling, and on a whim, she asked for it.
"Master... here, this camera is the only thing my parents left me, it's practically my family heirloom. Is there a problem?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Qi suddenly froze, his mind racing. He then feigned surprise and handed over the camera, making up a flimsy excuse.
The black plastic exterior was as dark as the dead of night, devoid of any reflection. It was covered with numerous finger marks. With Ning Feiya's keen eyesight, she could immediately see that these marks were extremely abnormal, as if someone had gripped the camera with tremendous force, driven by extreme frenzy, unaware that their fingernails had dug deep into the camera, leaving marks, even drawing blood.
But none of this was the key point that Ning Feiya noticed. From this old, disposable camera, she sensed a familiar feeling, a very, very familiar feeling… like her own left and right hands, like her own soul…
“Keep it safe, it’s a good camera.”
After looking at it for a long time, Ning Feiya finally handed it back. Although the camera gave her a strange feeling, it wasn’t enough to interest her at this moment.
Wang Qi took the camera, involuntarily letting out a sigh of relief. Then, realizing his tension, he smiled sheepishly at Ning Feiya.
“Alright, as your master, I wouldn’t steal my disciple’s pitiful, almost tattered family heirloom. Hurry up and practice your skills. You’re old and frail; you can only compensate with diligence.”
“Yes, Master.”
The camera shutter kept clicking, but Ning Feiya ignored it, focusing on her martial arts practice, diligently passing on her martial arts wisdom to her old disciple.
As night fell… Wang Qi lay hunched over his desk, deep in thought, occasionally scribbling furiously. But his writing tools weren't paper and pen; instead, they were photographs and a small knife.
Holding the photographs, he gazed intently at the beautiful figure in them, his expression shifting between warmth and rage. After a long while, he turned the photographs over, revealing the blank space on the back. Taking the knife, he casually made a cut on his arm and used the blood-stained blade to write on the back of the photographs.
Whether it was due to the blood loss or the possibility of finally possessing that perfect beauty, Wang Qi felt lightheaded, as if he were soaking in a hot spring, languidly comfortable, yet filled with extreme excitement.
[Love me… love me deeply… love me unconditionally… never leave me… for love… willing to obey… willing to sacrifice…] Wang Qi wrote repeatedly, filling the two palm-sized photographs with blood-stained words, so many words, yet repeating the same command over and over again.
The more Wang Qi wrote, the more ferocious and distorted his expression became. His face, already pale from blood loss, flushed with an unusual, excited red.
After finishing, he lit the photograph. Ashes drifted in the air, enveloping fragments of Ning Feiya's soul. Her features were clear, but her body was blurred. A strange black tinge gradually tinged the surrounding light.
Wang Qi ignored it all, finishing one photograph and immediately moving on to the next, writing incessantly… a sinister, wicked grin spreading across his face as he wrote.
Unbeknownst to him, the camera on the bedside table was now surrounded by dark shadows, swirling like smoke behind him, seemingly laughing as well.
In the quiet room, Ning Feiya smiled, her beautiful eyes deep and empty, like black holes swallowing everything. For some reason, a chilling, eerie wind had been swirling in the stuffy room since earlier. Faced with this strangeness, Ning Feiya didn't panic; instead, she felt a sense of familiarity… a touch of joy.
The surging internal energy, now flowing like a joyous cheer, advanced at an extraordinary speed, surpassing the arduous training of the past year in just a few minutes.
This advancement brought Ning Feiya an unusual pleasure, a blissful, ethereal feeling. She felt that no worldly joy could compare to this sensation. In a daze, her body seemed to grow lighter and lighter, gradually rising as if carried away by the clouds. All she saw were golden flowers fluttering in the air, and all she heard were celestial maidens' voices. This was boundless freedom, joy, and transcendence… a joy beyond human description. In
quiet contemplation, a voice, seemingly from nowhere, entered her heart, so grand, majestic, and ancient, like the sound of the Great Dao, inaudible and unfathomable. Though the sound resounded like a towering bell, Ning Feiya couldn't understand a single word, nor did she need to. For the experience of such blissful freedom, joy, and transcendence surpassed everything in the world.
Her inner energy surged rapidly, growing stronger with each passing moment, before bursting forth from her body and forming a pitch-black, invisible domain around her, flickering like black flames. Her jade-like skin grew even paler, as white as crystal, and her black hair moved without wind, making her appear incredibly alluring. The next instant, Ning Feiya, who had been sitting cross-legged, floated into the air, hovering there, appearing both eerie and majestic, like a god or demon. In the quiet room, even the faintest sound was suppressed by an irresistible force, creating a silence as profound as a vacuum.
At this moment, Ning Feiya, who seemed like a god or demon, softly uttered to herself, "I love Wang Qi... I deeply love Wang Qi... an unconditional love... obedience... sacrifice... at any cost..."
She murmured quietly, her beautiful eyes still empty and vast, her clear and elegant voice uttering strange words, her expression unchanged, as if her body remained the same, but her heart had been replaced by someone else.
One night... passed.
Wang Qi waited anxiously, waiting for the person who would come at this time every day. He didn't know if his actions last night had been effective; the shadow of his previous failure still lingered.
A knock sounded at the door. Wang Qi hurried over, his heart pounding with trepidation.
Opening the door, he saw Ning Feiya standing there. Wang Qi wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he was suddenly stunned.
Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, unadorned yet so smoothly flowing down her back, each strand seemingly radiating an invisible halo. Her skin was translucent, more like crystal than white jade, possessing an inhuman beauty. Her aura was increasingly ethereal, as if she might depart from the mortal world at any moment. She was still wearing a simple white dress, but on Ning Feiya, it reminded Wang Qi of the legendary rainbow-hued robes worn by celestial maidens.
Stunned by Ning Feiya's otherworldly beauty, Wang Qi moved his lips, wanting to say something, but when he looked up again and saw Ning Feiya's eyes, he was speechless, overwhelmed by an indescribable fear.
Her beautiful eyes, so clearly defined, like the dark night sky, like autumn water, like a celestial song, so gentle, so alluring, so noble, so captivating, utterly enchanting.
But Wang Qi instinctively sensed the essence hidden behind those beautiful eyes…
a void, emptiness, a sense of vicissitude, like the Great Dao suspended in mid-air, encompassing all things, like a black hole in the night sky swallowing everything… an overwhelming majesty, the power of a being higher in the food chain.
Standing before Ning Feiya, Wang Qi felt as if she were growing larger and more distant, like an ancient god or demon standing before him, so oppressive that even breathing became difficult, and unconsciously… cold sweat broke out, and even his legs trembled.
"Huh? What are you doing standing at the door? Aren't you going to let me in?"
"N-nothing... Master... Master... please come in."
"Hehe."
Wang Qi's heart skipped a beat, filled with boundless amazement. Ning Feiya had actually smiled—smiled at him! Her smile was captivating, a smile that could launch a thousand ships. Wang Qi was irresistibly drawn to her smile, forgetting everything, even the absolute terror he had just felt.
Ning Feiya moved gracefully and sat down in a chair, waiting as always for her disciple to offer her a cup of tea.
As Wang Qi brewed the tea, he hesitated. If the order he had given last night had worked, Ning Feiya's behavior seemed unchanged—still aloof and ethereal. If it hadn't, what explained that stunning smile? Wang Qi wanted to confirm, but after the initial amazement subsided, the absolute terror returned. This terror made Wang Qi acutely aware that for Ning Feiya, killing him would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.
Sensing the decisive difference in strength, Wang Qi's frenzied aura from yesterday vanished like mist, replaced by the cowardly and timid heart he had cultivated over the years.
With trepidation, Ning Feiya offered him a cup of tea. She accepted it gracefully, but unlike usual, she didn't naturally avoid Wang Qi's fingers holding the cup. Her slender, jade-like fingers lightly brushed against his hand.
Wang Qi shuddered, involuntarily lowering his head to look at her delicate hands holding the teacup. Her skin was as white as crystal, possessing an inhuman beauty; her fingers were like scallions, white and flawless. Wang Qi couldn't help but recall that slight contact… that smooth, warm touch.
Ning Feiya showed no displeasure at Wang Qi's audacious gaze. After letting him look at her for a while, she lowered her head to drink her tea. Only after finishing did she raise her head and look directly at Wang Qi.
When their eyes met, Wang Qi finally snapped out of his daze. An overwhelming sense of fear once again overwhelmed him, causing him to tremble uncontrollably with terror. The slight desire that had just surfaced was instantly shattered.
"As a man, you shouldn't be so cowardly and sleazy… As a martial artist, you should be even more so. Without the courage to face life and death, you will one day die on your cultivation journey—either from a qi deviation or from being beaten to death."
"Yes…yes…disciple remembers."
Wang Qi lowered his head deeply. From these words, he sensed a subtle meaning, but at this moment, he felt no joy or elation, only an indescribable sorrow and shame.
He couldn't even look her in the eye…The gap between him and her was greater than he had imagined—not of family background, not of appearance, but a fundamental difference in their very essence.
To embrace the sun, one must first overcome its intense heat; if even that cannot be overcome, it is ultimately just a pipe dream.
Wang Qi deeply realized this at this moment.
"When a martial arts master faces a weakling, a mere wisp of their aura is enough to decide the life or death of the weakling. Although I didn't unleash my aura on you, my disciple, you seem to be naturally perceptive, able to sense subtle feelings. This is both your fortune and your misfortune. Your fortune lies in your ability to seek advantage and avoid harm, but your misfortune lies in... when facing a strong opponent, you will be more powerless than the ignorant. You must grasp the balance carefully."
"Yes."
Ning Feiya, contrary to her usual attitude, began to explain in detail to Wang Qi, a stark contrast to her previous attitude of leaving him to fend for himself after teaching him martial arts. Moreover, as she explained, a stunning smile would occasionally appear at the corner of her mouth. At this moment, Wang Qi finally confirmed that the instructions from last night had indeed taken effect; otherwise, Ning Feiya's attitude would not have changed so suddenly.
"Then...then in that case...how can I...face a powerful figure like you, Master? How can I...not be afraid?"
Sensing the command taking effect, Wang Qi mustered his courage and asked the question directly. Ning Feiya, with a cool and perfect smile, replied decisively, "Become stronger...become stronger from body to mind, transform...there is no other way. If you want to stand before a powerful figure like me with dignity..." "
Is that so...only the strong can face the strong?"
"Yes, disciple...your physical aptitude isn't good, even if I use rare and precious materials to cleanse your marrow and refine your body...but the strength of the strong lies not in their bodies...but in their hearts. Disciple, you must remember, the heart of the strong is to contend, to contend with heaven, to contend with earth...you...have this aptitude, so I look forward to the day when you stand before me with dignity, presenting your beliefs, your path to enlightenment to me."
"Is that so...I...I will become stronger...one day, I will stand before you with dignity, Master, and then..."
"Very good, and... but before that, your body and mind are filled with too many impurities. Your teacher must temper you properly."
Overwhelmed by these words, Wang Qi, for the first time, looked directly into Ning Feiya's eyes with his own will. Fear remained, and the gap was still insurmountable, but seeing the faint encouragement and expectation in her clear eyes, Wang Qi felt for the first time that he was a man.
In his excitement, Wang Qi felt something was off. Ning Feiya's words and expression seemed different from the instructions he had given the night before. Ning Feiya's attitude now seemed less about romantic love and more like familial affection, the loving bond between a teacher and a father. Puzzled, Wang Qi couldn't help but ask, "Um... this... Master, why are you suddenly so... so affectionate today?"
"Is it strange? You are my first disciple, and very likely my last. As your master, of course I'll treat you this way. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Looking at Ning Feiya's matter-of-fact demeanor, Wang Qi finally realized that the instructions had taken effect, but just like before, they had veered in a strange direction, changing from a completely devoted and submissive affection to a teacher-student relationship of kindness and filial piety.
"Alright, actions speak louder than words. Now, disciple, demonstrate the martial arts I taught you a few days ago. I'll correct your posture. If you don't correct it when you're a beginner, it will be too late once you've practiced it wrong."
Ning Feiya's expression remained elegant and aloof, but a hint of seriousness appeared in her eyes, making Wang Qi feel uncomfortable and somewhat disappointed. He had thought the instruction had worked, but it turned out this way.
Wang Qi practiced each move outside, while Ning Feiya watched quietly, occasionally offering guidance. However, when Wang Qi couldn't quite grasp the feeling, she would personally step forward to correct him.
"The 'Bull Demon's Horn Strike' is a killing move; you must master it. Otherwise, you'll injure yourself instead of the enemy. Your arms should move in a circular motion, with softness containing strength. Your spine should also bend like a large bow to accumulate power. Your legs should be in a V-shape, using the force of your joints to propel you forward."
As Ning Feiya spoke, she repeatedly corrected Wang Qi's mistakes with her slender hands.
Wang Qi felt those soft, white hands gently caressing his waist, abdomen, and even legs. His whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, incredibly uncomfortable, and even his groin stirred. The delicate fragrance wafting into his nostrils made him lose focus, drifting off into a trance. Afraid of being seen in such a state by Ning Feiya, Wang Qi quickly said, "Master, stop! I can practice by myself, otherwise I'm afraid the memory won't be deep enough."
"Hmm, that's true. What you learn through your own experience is the most profound."
Wang Qi wanted to slap himself. Such a rare opportunity to be so close to Ning Feiya, such a good chance, and he'd ruined it with a careless remark.
"But even so, I must still keep a close eye on things and correct them promptly. Your grandmaster, who was also my father, taught you this way. Otherwise, a mistake can have serious consequences."
"Grandmaster? And now?"
"He's dead, when I was nine years old."
"Master, I'm sorry."
"It's alright… Also… are you afraid of me?"
"Um… Master, you're so powerful… it's normal for your disciple to be afraid."
"A martial artist's heart can have reverence, but it must never be afraid. You must change this... Hmm... Let me think, that's what your master taught me back then... Hmm, from now on, don't call me master anymore, just call me by my name, Fei Ya. Among martial artists, there aren't so many rules and regulations; as long as there's sincerity, that's enough."
"Ah..."
For the first time, Wang Qi felt that becoming her disciple wasn't such a bad thing after all. ...
After several days, Wang Qi finally understood Ning Fei Ya's mindset. She truly considered him her disciple, wholeheartedly carrying on her mantle.
But it seemed that this was also a challenge for her, a problem she had never encountered before. Therefore, the teaching methods she had been using these past few days were entirely copied from her father's, a legendary figure in the martial arts world. This made Wang Qi feel like he was living in paradise these days.
During martial arts practice, Ning Feiya would watch closely and carefully correct Wang Qi's movements. Even the slightest brush against her skin would send Wang Qi into a state of blissful ecstasy. In their spare time, Ning Feiya would talk to Wang Qi, meticulously guiding him to open up, comforting him, and building his confidence.
"Feiya, Long Aotian has so many women, don't you mind?"
"You're asking for it! It's my private matter, why are you asking so many questions?"
"I'm sorry, disciple, I was wrong."
After receiving a flick on the forehead, Wang Qi covered his head and apologized. Although they had been talking about everything these past few days, Ning Feiya would still resolutely refuse to discuss certain sensitive topics. Even so, Wang Qi felt incredibly happy, because it was like a dream that a perfect goddess like Ning Feiya, a fifty-year-old man like himself, could be so intimately close to her.
But every time their eyes met, Wang Qi couldn't help but feel an instinctive fear. Even in their intimate moments, he could clearly perceive the stark contrast between Ning Feiya's desolate, empty, and ruthless nature and her gentle, smiling demeanor—a complete contrast that left him utterly bewildered.
The happier their time together, the more afraid Wang Qi became, afraid of losing it all. Ning Feiya was still someone else's girlfriend, the fiancée of the fickle Long Aotian. No matter how much Wang Qi hoped, or even tried, Ning Feiya would always leave to meet Long Aotian. At these times, Wang Qi felt as if a venomous snake was gnawing at his heart, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He dared not imagine Long Aotian embracing Ning Feiya, let alone anything more. Only when the ethereal white-clad fairy descended again late at night did Wang Qi find a sliver of pitiful comfort.
So, these days, Wang Qi repeatedly issued instructions every night: write densely on the photos he had taken, and then burn them.
To his disappointment, no matter how hard he tried, Ning Feiya's attitude remained unchanged, still so gentle yet aloof.
Until one day…
"Wang Qi… look me in the eye."
Ning Feiya frowned slightly, looking at Wang Qi's fearful and timid appearance, covered in cold sweat, his head unconsciously bowed, and sighed: "Even the familiarity we've built up over these days isn't enough to dispel your fear of me? It seems there's still a long way to go… Without breaking free from the shackles of instinct, one's achievements will ultimately be limited."
Ning Feiya pondered, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her troubled expression causing Wang Qi a pang of heartache. If offering his own heart could soothe that torment, Wang Qi would never hesitate.
"Master, you are pure and immaculate, with a celestial appearance, aloof and elegant like a fairy from heaven, untouched by worldly affairs. No matter how familiar we are, I, a mere mortal, cannot get close to you."
"Oh...is that so? Do I seem so unapproachable?"
Wang Qi, in his excitement, unconsciously revealed his true feelings. Indeed, even though Ning Feiya was being so intimate with him at this moment, Wang Qi always had a strange feeling, that Ning Feiya might turn around and leave at any moment, never looking back, as if everything that was happening at this moment was just a passing cloud.
Ning Feiya tilted her head slightly. It seemed she was hearing Wang Qi's words for the first time. After a moment of contemplation, her bright eyes flickered, and she opened her jade-like arms, gently pulling Wang Qi into her fragrant embrace. She whispered in his ear, "Now...do you not find me unapproachable anymore?"
Wang Qi froze. Even though Ning Feiya hadn't hesitated to occasionally touch him, this ambiguous gesture still made him feel like he was in a dream. The delicate scent of her virginity filled his nostrils, and his eyes were drawn to her snow-white, long, alluring neck. Lost in a moment of passion, Wang Qi lowered his head and gently kissed Ning Feiya's neck.
The kiss...was redemption...was love...was gratitude...the emotions Wang Qi expressed...were boundless devotion.
No matter how the world changes, how much time passes...Wang Qi would never forget...everything at this moment.
"You..."
Ning Feiya, caught off guard, didn't seem displeased, only slightly surprised as she uttered a single word. This startled Wang Qi, who was startled by his sudden act of disrespect. He hurriedly explained, "This...this...Master...I just suddenly...it's...it's because you're so beautiful, I couldn't help myself...I just wanted to get closer...I...I...I'm sorry, Master."
"Don't call me Master, call me Feiya...Also, there's no need to apologize. I used to do this sometimes with my father, so...it's alright, as long as it reduces your fear of me."
They embraced quietly, their intimate shadows bathed in the setting sun, like lovers. But seeing a beautiful, ethereal woman and an ugly old man, the contrast was strangely unsettling.
"Is it better now? Try looking up at me."
Ning Feiya encouraged him with her clear, perfect voice, inadvertently revealing a hint of expectation. Wang Qi looked up at the perfect face so close to his.
A pair of clear, bright eyes, black and white, exuding a captivating charm, but in Wang Qi's eyes, they were like the most terrifying prehistoric beast. The white obliterated all his thoughts, the black abyss swallowed everything, crushing all tangible things… The more he stared, the more his instincts screamed warnings… Through the reflection in those beautiful eyes, Wang Qi saw his own shattered corpse… The threat of death was so stark.
"Clatter, clatter…" This was the sound of Wang Qi's teeth chattering, his face drained of color, as pale as a corpse. He wanted to escape, but Ning Feiya held his cheeks in her hands. Wang Qi felt those soft, white hands were as unshakeable as steel.
His grip on Ning Feiya tightened unconsciously, as if trying to draw courage from that perfect body, but it was futile… The fear of death reached its limit, and then everything went black… It was all over.
In his unconscious state… darkness enveloped everything… yet Wang Qi faintly heard the roars of beasts.
Like resentment, like anger, the roars were so arrogant, so domineering, carrying a touch of madness and an overwhelming sense of superiority, seemingly proclaiming their existence to the world, announcing… that one day, they would return to the world, scattering their glory and power, washing away the shame they had suffered. …
“The shock therapy doesn’t seem to be very effective. Father used this method to help me overcome my fear back then, so why doesn’t it work on you?”
Wang Qi groggily opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Ning Feiya’s beautiful face so close to his, and those beautiful, autumn-water-like eyes. Wang Qi was reflexively overwhelmed by absolute fear.
Seeing this, Ning Feiya sighed softly, acknowledging her defeat.
Wang Qi turned his head, and it was still the same place littered with garbage. The sun was setting, and judging from the time, he hadn't been unconscious for long. The fragrance was still there, and Ning Feiya was still gently holding him, but it wasn't a face-to-face embrace; instead, it was a side-by-side embrace.
Seeing Ning Feiya's thoughtful expression, Wang Qi suddenly had an idea and tentatively said, "Master, is it really that important for me to stop being afraid of you? Didn't you say that as long as I become stronger, I can naturally ignore you?"
"That's true, but I thought about it yesterday. If you can't overcome your fear of me now, I'm afraid that the fear you remember today will become an irreparable flaw in your mind when you grow up. Although you may become a strong person, the path to becoming the strongest person... will be cut off. How can my disciple, Ning Feiya's disciple, be satisfied with just the level of a strong person?"
"Feiya... I have an idea... like that hug just now... maybe it will work if we do it a few more times. When I hug you, I feel that you are not so scary."
"But didn't you faint while hugging me just now?"
"Maybe the number of hugs and the time weren't enough, maybe it wasn't intimate enough... maybe."
Wang Qi's voice grew softer and softer. Although he had a hunch in his heart, the words that came out of his mouth always made him feel like he was blaspheming a goddess.
"Intimate? Why?"
Ning Feiya tilted her head, resting her forehead on her hand as she pondered, looking utterly adorable, leaving Wang Qi mesmerized.
"Um... being more intimate might strengthen the bond between us, master and disciple. Perhaps this bond could help me overcome my instinctive fear of you, Feiya."
"That makes sense... Anyway, Father's method didn't work, so let's try yours. Come on... hug me."
Without doubt or resistance, she calmly uttered the words Wang Qi had hoped to hear, her expression still serene, as if embracing a fifty-year-old man like Wang Qi was a trivial matter.
Wang Qi's breathing grew heavier, but his movements were unwavering. He opened his arms wide and pulled Ning Feiya firmly into his embrace, his heart overflowing with unprecedented joy.
The orders he had issued over the past few days weren't ineffective; it was just that he hadn't found the right method before. With each repeated, increasingly stringent order, Ning Feiya's master-disciple bond was constantly strengthened and distorted. Until now, for the absurd reason of deepening this so-called master-disciple relationship, she willingly allowed Wang Qi to embrace her pure and innocent body in an almost lewd manner.
Wang Qi wanted to laugh, to laugh wildly… He had finally found a way to hold his goddess in his arms and possess her completely, no longer resorting to futile prayers for divine favor.
His hands encircled Ning Feiya's slender waist, wishing he could meld her into his embrace. There was no space between them. Through the thin fabric, Wang Qi could vaguely feel the soft touch of Ning Feiya's breasts, and his hands inadvertently brushed against her straight, fragrant shoulders and pink back… Everything was so beautiful, like a dream, so enchanting.
"Hmm..."
Wang Qi hugged her very tightly, and Ning Feiya let out a soft moan of discomfort, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she let Wang Qi do as he pleased. The strong masculine scent emanating from Wang Qi, along with a slight stench from his long stay in the garbage dump, momentarily stirred Ning Feiya's heart. Her delicate body swayed slightly involuntarily, but the next moment, the faint girlish instincts that had welled up within her were suppressed by an iron will. Ning Feiya's expression remained unchanged, but the impulse was gone, and she let Wang Qi hold her without moving.
Hearing Ning Feiya's sweet moans, Wang Qi became even more dazed. His hands instinctively began to wander, first gliding over her alluring waist, then gradually sliding down.
"Wang Qi, what are you doing? That seems a bit inappropriate."
"Fei Ya, this is all to strengthen our master-disciple relationship."
"Hmm..."
Ning Fei Ya hummed in agreement, easily acquiescing to Wang Qi's audacity. Wang Qi unconsciously grinned, a laugh so hearty and erotic. His hands slid down to Ning Fei Ya's plump, round buttocks. He
first gently caressed them; even through her thin dress and panties, Wang Qi could easily feel the alluring touch and heat. A light press revealed their extraordinary elasticity. Then, he squeezed them hard, sinking deep inside like cotton, only to spring back as if he had pressed a spring.
"Disciple...you're...erect down there."
Her buttocks were being vigorously kneaded, sending a strange sensation through her. But this sensation couldn't shake Ning Feiya's hardened resolve; she easily ignored it. What puzzled her was her lower body. Wang Qi's indecent erection was perfectly positioned against her. Well-read and knowledgeable, Ning Feiya naturally knew what this meant, and understood that for a woman, it was extremely indecent and shameful. If it were anyone else, Ning Feiya would have already secretly punished them, even her fiancé Long Aotian; a three-day cold war would have been necessary. But with Wang Qi as the target, Ning Feiya was somewhat at a loss.
"Ah... Fei Ya, this is a symbol that our master-disciple relationship is gradually deepening."
"Oh, is that so? Wang Qi... It seems that you've become much bolder since then, perhaps..."
Wang Qi's words were incoherent, and Ning Fei Ya responded lightly, letting him continue without pursuing the matter. However, a glint flashed in her eyes, as if she was pondering something.
Wang Qi's actions became increasingly unrestrained. He not only vigorously kneaded Ning Fei Ya's pink buttocks, but also tried to free one hand to slide down Ning Fei Ya's lower abdomen, aiming directly at her alluring breasts. He even thrust his lower abdomen in an extremely lewd manner, sliding his engorged penis, which was almost tearing his underwear, between Ning Fei Ya's legs.
Although everything was through clothing, Wang Qi still felt an indescribable pleasure, as if he were in heaven. Ning Feiya's submission allowed Wang Qi to unleash his desires so openly for the first time in his life, to taste such a beautiful woman for the first time, to hold his goddess in his arms for the first time, to experience... the pleasure of doing whatever he wanted. In a daze... he heard a beastly roar in his ears again... the roar was so pleasurable, as if his own soul was howling.
He lowered his head and kissed Ning Feiya's perfect, slender neck passionately. The faint fragrance stimulated Wang Qi's nerves, making his desire even more insatiable. He stuck out his tongue and licked her in an extremely lewd way, gradually leaving a wicked trail of saliva on her fair skin.
His constantly throbbing lower body brought waves of intoxicating pleasure, a near-madness that made Wang Qi even more unrestrained, almost frenzied. His hand was just a step away from climbing those jade peaks that made countless people swoon.
But Ning Feiya held his hand down. Wang Qi ignored her, wanting only to unleash his sudden desire. Just as he was about to muster his strength, Ning Feiya gently pushed him away.
Their eyes met inadvertently.
Cloudy, evil, erotic, ferocious—these were the eyes that reflected the constant roars
of his inner beast. Vague, ancient, cold, ethereal, deep eyes that seemed to devour everything like a black hole in the night sky.
Upon colliding with her, the beastly roar, lacking any real power to back it up, receded, and absolute fear enveloped everything once more. Before Wang Qi lost consciousness again, he vaguely heard a voice say, "A very good gaze. It seems to really work."
Darkness… enveloped everything. …
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