Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 37

After returning to the dormitory, Ying Feng didn’t find any sign of Ling Xiao, just as he expected. As time passed, there was still no indication of Ling Xiao’s return.

Earlier that day, Ying Feng had just learned the basics of controlling another’s mind. It felt like discovering an uncharted land, and he was eager to determine the extent of his new-found power and whether he could do whatever he wished on this land.

Closing his eyes, Ying Feng recalled the words spoken by Yao Tai that morning. Following her guidance, he spread his consciousness infinitely.

The thoughts he sent out were like beams of light with eyes, quickly and thoroughly scanning every corner of the academy. Soon, Ling Xiao appeared before him, roaring, shouting, and violently slashing at those beams of light. He resisted Ying Feng’s intrusion, summoning multiple images of himself to attack Ying Feng’s spirit.

Ying Feng stood unflinchingly as blows came from all directions.

“They’re all illusions.”

With those words, the illusions disappeared one by one.

“Insignificant,” he commented coldly.

Continuing forward, he saw various images of Ling Xiao: some stared at him with defiance, some were overtly hostile, some were pale-faced, and others trembled in fear. He dismissed each of them, believing they were mere virtual shadows. As he walked past each one, it vanished, being ignored to oblivion.

Ying Feng moved through the crowd of Ling Xiao’s images until all the illusions were gone. What remained before him was a single, crying Ling Xiao with tears streaming down his face. Ying Feng’s steps slowed.

“Please, don’t come any closer,” the figure pleaded.

Ying Feng stared for a moment. “You’re not the real Ling Xiao. The real one would never say such things.”

Upon hearing this, the figure’s expression shifted from sorrow to despair, and with a bang, it vanished. Back in the physical realm, Ying Feng suddenly opened his eyes and saw a vision.

Ling Xiao lay on a large stone platform, surrounded by twilight. Recognizing the setting as the rooftop of the teaching building, Ying Feng realized that the place where Ling Xiao lay was the same spot from where he had overheard his conversation with Zhu Yue.

After pinpointing Ling Xiao’s location, Ying Feng discreetly withdrew his consciousness. This whole event happened unbeknownst to all. As for Ling Xiao, he felt nothing. It wasn’t until curfew that the dormitory door was reluctantly pushed open. Ling Xiao had hoped to return after Ying Feng had fallen asleep, only to find him sitting alertly on the single sofa, watching him intently from the moment he entered.

Being watched in such a manner felt even worse than being ignored, especially with the clear displeasure evident in Ying Feng’s eyes.

“Where have you been?” he inquired.

Ling Xiao hadn’t expected Ying Feng to question his actions and, not wanting to answer, turned his head away.

“Where have you been?” Ying Feng pressed.

A sudden surge of anger rose within Ling Xiao. He confronted Ying Feng. “Can’t you see for yourself?”

Just as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao suddenly crumpled to the floor, hands trembling violently against the ground, breath coming in short gasps, pupils constricted, and cold sweat dripping down his face onto the smooth floor.

His back arching, a wave of terror gripped Ling Xiao, rendering every muscle taut and uncontrollably trembling. Desperately raising his head, drenched eyelashes clouding his vision, he tried to see the person before him, unable to believe that he would do such a thing.

Ying Feng, who had imposed a daunting effect on Ling Xiao, now realized the full extent of what Yao Tai had described as total physiological and psychological domination. With a mere thought, he could completely overpower another, even the most stubborn of Qizi could not resist the force of their Qizhu.

“Where did you go?” he asked for the third time.

Ling Xiao’s lips moved, but he couldn’t make a sound. Ying Feng slightly reduced his power.

“The… The rooftop…” Ling Xiao finally said weakly.

Just after he finished speaking, the overwhelming presence above him vanished. It felt as if someone was suddenly relieved from extreme tension, the whole body felt limp, and they were so weak that they couldn’t muster any strength. If not for the last shred of dignity holding him up, he would have fallen to the ground.

“You’re not allowed to come back this late ever again,” he warned.

Ling Xiao struggled to lift his head, but the best he could do was raise his eyes. The fear had faded, and anger surged anew.

“If you have any abilities, use them all at once,” he said through gritted teeth, “but don’t think I’ll obey you.”

This was precisely what Ying Feng wanted to test—how much he could control the other person. He slightly closed his eyes, and with a thought, Ling Xiao’s condition rapidly changed.

Ling Xiao maintained the humiliating posture from before. His rapid breathing gradually slowed down, but each breath became more prolonged and heavier. His previously pale cheeks now showed a hint of red.

His constricted pupils dilated until they lost focus. The floor blurred before his eyes, but the sound of his sweat dropping became incredibly clear. A tingling sensation spread from his fingertips to his heart, feeling like thousands of ants crawling in his veins. A trembling sensation from his lower abdomen felt like an unquenchable flame ignited inside him.

He knew this was Ying Feng’s handiwork. However, he gritted his teeth, struggling not to make any sound. The palms that had been against the ground clenched into tight fists, nails digging into the flesh, using pain to resist the desire.

Seeing Ling Xiao resist so hard, Ying Feng intensified the effect, eventually forcing a moan from Ling Xiao. This moan from the ever-defiant Ling Xiao greatly satisfied Ying Feng. For the first time since their pact, he was somewhat pleased with their relationship.

Ying Feng, satisfied, removed his psychic control and went to sleep, leaving Ling Xiao almost paralyzed with sweat pooling on the floor.

By the time Ling Xiao managed to get up, he didn’t know how much time had passed. His legs were weak, effects from the intimidation and arousal. He stumbled and had to lean against the wall to walk. He staggered into the bathroom, unable to distinguish between hot or cold water pouring over his head.

Images of Ping Zong and Lan Sheng flashed before his eyes. The most recurring image was of Lan Sheng jumping off the rooftop. As Ling Xiao felt the sensation of stepping into the void again and again, the figure jumping off changed to himself.

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The instructor looked over the group and noticed not only Ying Feng but also Ling Xiao were present. Recently, many had participated in the coming-of-age ceremony, and most newlywed couples chose to take leave. It was rare for both to attend class.

“Today’s first training is resilience practice. Pair up for thirty minutes.”

Ting Lei turned around and immediately saw Ling Xiao.

“I’m pairing with you,” he decided for him.

“Uh,” Ting Lei, remembering yesterday’s event, glanced uneasily at Ying Feng in the distance, who was also looking back with displeasure. “Won’t Ying Feng mind?”

“Who cares about him?”

Ling Xiao insisted, and Ting Lei reluctantly agreed.

Ting Lei got into a lunge position, and Ling Xiao helped press down on his leg.

“You look pale. Didn’t you rest well?” After holding back for two days and out of concern for Ling Xiao, he finally asked.

“I’m fine.” Ling Xiao brushed it off.

“If you’re tired, just take a leave,” Ting Lei said, noticing that among those who had completed the coming-of-age ceremony, they were the only ones attending the class.

“I told you, I’m fine. Stop fussing.”

“You say you’re fine, but you’re so weak. It’s like you haven’t eaten. Let me press your leg instead.”

Ting Lei switched places without waiting for an answer. “I saw Ying Feng having lunch with Zhu Yue in the cafeteria yesterday.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“You two have already made a pact. Even if you didn’t get along before, you should try now. Anyone would get angry hearing this. It’s different when ordinary friends eat together. Zhu Yue had been ardently pursuing Ying Feng and hasn’t given up even now. You should be wary of him plotting against you in the future.”

“I never thought you were this nosy,” Ling Xiao interrupted him. “I said I don’t want to hear about him. Whoever he dines with has nothing to do with me.”

Ting Lei knew it was useless to continue arguing. It seemed that the two had a lot to grind out. They changed positions, standing back-to-back to carry each other. Ting Lei easily carried Ling Xiao.

“Ling Xiao, I feel you’re light. Haven’t you been eating recently?”

“Stop with the nonsense.”

“Can you even manage? Maybe you shouldn’t carry me. I’m afraid I might crush you.”

Unwilling to back down, Ling Xiao exerted force and managed to lift Ting Lei. But as he bent over, his vision darkened. In that fleeting moment, he toppled over, with Ting Lei crashing down on top of him.

“Ouch!” Ting Lei yelled loudly, drawing attention from those around them. “See, I told you not to overdo it!”

Ling Xiao, hurt from the fall, retorted, “What are you shouting about? Get up!”

Ting Lei struggled. “I twisted my back! It’s not that I don’t want to get up.”

As they were bickering, someone effortlessly lifted the burly Ting Lei by his belt and threw him several meters away.

With the weight off him, Ling Xiao sprung up. Standing before him was Ying Feng.

“You look pathetic.” Ying Feng’s face was grim.

Ling Xiao, already embarrassed by the fall and upset by Ting Lei’s treatment, snapped, “Mind your own business!”

Ying Feng coldly glared at him. “Come with me.”

“On what grounds? We’re in class!”

Ignoring him, Ying Feng turned to leave. Ling Xiao wanted to refuse but involuntarily followed, leaving everyone, including the instructor, in a dilemma—after all, they were a couple, and some matters were best settled behind closed doors.

Once the two left, friends hurriedly helped the injured Ting Lei.

“Is Ying Feng out of his mind?” Ting Lei groaned. “We were just training.”

“I saw you touching Ling Xiao’s leg,” a classmate commented without emotion.

“That was a leg press!”

“And his waist,” another added.

“That was bending down! Don’t you guys do these moves all the time?”

“Not anymore. They’ve formed a bond. You shouldn’t have intervened.”

“It wasn’t my idea! Ling Xiao approached me. Now help me to the infirmary.”

At the infirmary, seeing Ting Lei’s funny appearance, Yao Tai naturally couldn’t avoid some inquiries. After listening to the account, she sneered.

“Serves you right. They just bonded, and you dared to be so intimate with Ling Xiao in front of Ying Feng. Are you courting death?”

Ting Lei was puzzled. “We’re just good friends. It was just normal stretching.”

“That doesn’t matter. Do you think only the Qizi has turbulent phases? The Qizhu are also emotionally unstable during this period, establishing ownership rights. At a time like this, you come up and overly socialize with Ling Xiao; it’s already polite of him to not beat you up.”

She paused, sensing something amiss. She hoped she was just overthinking, and that Ying Feng wouldn’t vent his anger on Ling Xiao.

“So, is every Qizhu this neurotic?”

“That’s not being neurotic; it’s our physiological instinct. Even if this period passes, such possessiveness will only fade, not disappear. Especially considering that Ying Feng has an inherently strong desire for control,” Yao Tai said with force, adjusting Ting Lei’s waist. Ting Lei screamed out in pain. “If you don’t believe me, you can flirt with the doctor in front of me and see if I’ll let you off.”

All three of them shook their heads in unison, as if shaking a rattle drum.

Ting Lei ventured to ask, “Does Ying Feng getting angry indicate that he has feelings for Ling Xiao?”

Yao Tai replied impatiently, “A dog finds a bone, licks it twice, and thinks it’s its own. Can that be called having feelings? Both of them are so stubborn. If neither is willing to compromise, their relationship will never improve.”

Everyone present immediately became worried about Ling Xiao’s future.

“Dr. Yao, based on what you’ve said, does it mean that a Qizi can’t even have friends?”

“They can still socialize. Right now, Ling Xiao needs encouragement. As his friends, you should support him as much as possible. However, you must be cautious. For the next ten days—no, a month—try to avoid physical contact, especially in front of Ying Feng. This time it’s just a sprained waist; I can’t guarantee what might happen next time.”

Everyone nodded, taking the advice to heart.

“It’s over.” Ting Lei suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. “Ying Feng took Ling Xiao away angrily just now. If the situation is as serious as Dr. Yao described, would he lose control of his emotions and become abusive towards Ling Xiao?”

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