Chapter 70: A Green Hat Falls from the Sky—The Clown Dai Mubai Slips Away in Shame
Although Dai Mubai himself was already considered "ruined" for certain unspeakable reasons—utterly incapable of restoring his masculine prowess—
Zhu Zhuqing was, after all, still his fiancée in name, and his key partner for cultivating a martial soul fusion skill in the future!
What was more, that complicated mix of unwillingness and possessiveness he felt toward Zhu Zhuqing had never truly disappeared.
How could he possibly watch Zhu Zhuqing be alone with another man—especially someone like Lin Qingmo, who surpassed him in every conceivable way?
"What do you think you're doing?"
Xiao Wu flashed forward, appearing in front of Dai Mubai as if she'd teleported.
Her small face was tense, her expression clearly displeased.
"Ah Qing is just helping Zhuqing measure her physical data to customize a training plan. This is serious business! Why are you suddenly jumping out to cause trouble?"
"Measuring physical data?"
Dai Mubai laughed as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world.
"You need to lock two people alone in a room just to measure data? Who knows what kind of filthy things he's actually planning to do in there?!"
His voice rose sharply, thick with mockery and suspicion.
The green hat was practically already on his head—how could he possibly endure this?
He abruptly turned toward Zhu Zhuqing, his tone urgent.
"Zhuqing, don't listen to him! Who knows what kind of intentions he has?"
"This kind of training method with an unknown origin—there could be hidden dangers!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Xiao Wu's gaze instantly turned icy, sharp as a blade.
Not only did she not retreat—she took a step forward instead, her eyes deliberately sweeping over a certain part of Dai Mubai's lower body with unmistakable contempt.
The corner of her lips curled into an openly vicious, lethal sneer.
"Dai Mubai, why are you getting so worked up?"
"Are you afraid Ah Qing might do something to Zhu Zhuqing? Or... are you more afraid that some of your own secrets might accidentally be exposed?"
Xiao Wu's voice was crisp, dripping with sarcasm—every word like a needle.
"Oh? What secret?"
Ma Hongjun, who had been shrinking off to the side watching the show, instantly perked up.
The gossip soul within him burned fiercely!
Besides chasing Zhu Zhuqing obsessively, what other shady secrets did Boss Dai have?
"!!!"
As if struck by a bolt of lightning, Dai Mubai's entire body jolted violently with shock, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant.
He stared at Xiao Wu as if he'd seen a ghost, his pupils contracting sharply.
Secrets?!
Could it be... that they knew?
That's right!
That day at the Rose Hotel, when he and Tang San fought to a standstill—only for that sinister Tang San to use hidden weapons on him in the end...
At the time, Lin Qingmo, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong had all been present!
They'd seen everything clearly!
Even though he'd hurriedly covered himself with clothes and fled afterward—
With a Soul Master's eyesight, they could guess what had happened.
If... if this were exposed in public—especially if Zhu Zhuqing found out—
A bone-chilling cold surged from the soles of Dai Mubai's feet straight to the crown of his head, and his entire body went ice-cold.
Wouldn't he become the laughingstock of the century?
What face would he have left to remain at Shrek Academy?
And in front of Zhu Zhuqing, he'd never be able to hold his head up again!
That towering rage and resentment from just moments ago deflated instantly like a punctured balloon.
In its place came boundless fear and apprehension.
He stared at Xiao Wu, lips trembling, but no longer dared to utter a single hard word.
"Y-you... stop slandering me! You're spouting nonsense!"
Dai Mubai's voice was dry and hoarse, his bluster painfully hollow.
"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not—you know best."
Xiao Wu folded her arms and snorted coldly, her posture brimming with confidence.
"Hurry up and take your greasy, fat chicken lackey back where you came from. Don't stand here getting in the way and interfering with Ah Qing's work!"
"You—!!"
Dai Mubai's chest heaved violently with shock, and his teeth grinded audibly.
His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
No... he couldn't gamble… he absolutely couldn't take that risk!
In the end, all his anger and humiliation were crushed beneath his fear of exposure.
Like a defeated rooster, he drooped his head in utter dejection.
"Let's go!"
Dai Mubai forced the words out through clenched teeth, his voice filled with endless shame and resentment.
He spun around abruptly.
Without even glancing at Ma Hongjun, he strode toward the dormitory area.
His retreating figure looked hurried and miserable.
"Huh? Boss Dai? Wait for me!"
Ma Hongjun was completely baffled, having no idea what had just happened.
But seeing Dai Mubai looking like he was about to kill someone, he didn't dare ask questions.
He quickly scurried after him.
Before long, the two vanished at the end of the road.
Unbeknownst to them, Zhu Zhuqing's gaze followed Dai Mubai's retreating, filled with undisguised disdain.
She had long since learned through the chat group that he was already ruined.
Yet even now, he was still deceiving himself and running away.
A true coward.
...
Inside the wooden cabin.
The lighting was slightly dim.
Lin Qingmo had somehow moved in a crude wooden table.
He spread out a sheet of white paper and held a charcoal pencil in his hand.
"Relax. This is just data collection to provide a basis for your training plan."
Lin Qingmo's tone was calm and professional, instantly dispelling the lingering awkwardness in the room.
"We'll start with the basics."
"Your martial soul is the Hell Spirit Cat. Its strengths are speed, agility, and stealth. Your attack style focuses on ambushes and vital strikes, correct?"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded, a little surprised by how well Lin Qingmo understood her martial soul.
"Then what do you feel is your biggest bottleneck or difficulty during cultivation?"
"For example, insufficient endurance? Or slow recovery after extreme bursts?"
As he spoke, Lin Qingmo rapidly recorded notes on the paper.
Zhu Zhuqing thought carefully before answering seriously.
"After sustained high-speed movement, my soul power drains very quickly. And my attacks always feel slightly lacking in penetration—it's difficult when facing opponents with strong defenses."
"Mm. Very typical issues for an agility attack system soul master."
"Next, I need to measure some of your physical data."
Lin Qingmo took out a simple measuring tape.
"Height, weight, arm span, leg length—these are the basics."
"Then there are circumference measurements, like chest, waist, hips, and thigh circumference. These relate to your center of gravity distribution and force-generation efficiency."
"..."
Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks felt slightly hot.
But seeing Lin Qingmo's clear eyes and disciplined movements, acting entirely with a business-like research attitude, she also slowly relaxed.
She cooperated, raising her arms, turning, and standing straight.
The measurement process was quick.
Lin Qingmo's technique was practiced. Each touch was brief and precise, never lingering—exceedingly professional.
The data was recorded one by one.
Then Lin Qingmo asked some deeper questions—questions that made Zhu Zhuqing blush even harder.
"Is your menstrual cycle regular? Roughly how often? How many days does it last each time? Is the physical reaction significant during those days? Do you have obvious discomfort, fatigue, or a sense of sluggishness in your soul power?"
"Ah? This... you have to ask about this too?"
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly froze on the spot.
From her cheeks to her neck, she instantly turned deep red; even the tips of her ears looked like they were about to bleed.
Her fingers unconsciously twisted her clothes, and she wished she could crawl into a crack in the floor.
How could such an intensely private topic be discussed with a boy she'd only known for a few days?
"This is very important—absolutely not trivial."
Lin Qingmo's expression was unusually serious, without the slightest hint of teasing.
"A female Soul Master's physiological cycle directly affects stamina, soul power activity, neural response speed, and even emotional stability."
"In high-intensity training, if you don't account for these periodic changes and blindly apply fixed intensity, the mild outcome is half the results for twice the effort. In severe cases, it could cause hidden injuries to muscles, meridians, or even the uterus, affecting your long-term foundation."
"Training must be scientific. It must be personalized. This is not something that can be glossed over—or ignored out of embarrassment."
His tone was decisive, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Zhu Zhuqing was stunned.
She had never heard such theories before.
In her family, female Soul Masters were at most told to rest more during special periods—no one had ever linked it so precisely to cultivation intensity.
She looked into Lin Qingmo's clear, focused eyes.
There was only pure academic inquiry there—no trace of ulterior thoughts.
The embarrassment in her heart gradually gave way to a strange sense of trust.
Perhaps... he really was right.
If she wanted to grow stronger, she couldn't avoid these details.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the near-burning shyness, and answered Lin Qingmo's questions in a soft, halting voice.
Lin Qingmo listened very carefully.
From time to time, he nodded and added a few more notes to the paper.
The atmosphere inside the wooden cabin truly began to resemble that of a rigorous laboratory.
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End of Chapter