Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"But you. You... you..." Mu Chen pointed at Mo Qing’s face, stammering for what felt like an eternity, unable to form a complete sentence.

Mo Qing said irritably, "That was a Disguise Secret Technique. This is what I really look like."

"I knew it! That’s what I was thinking. How could someone’s aura and appearance be so contradictory..." Mu Chen’s voice trailed off as he gulped.

Being stared at by Mu Chen, Mo Qing grew flustered. Blushing, she scolded, "Pervert! Where are you looking? Get out, now!" With that, she pushed and shoved Mu Chen out of the room.

With the CLICK of the door shutting, Mu Chen finally came to his senses. In an instant, the blush that had just faded from his face flared up again.

Back in his dorm, Mu Chen couldn’t calm his mind enough to enter an optimal state for Cultivation. The image of Mo Qing, a beauty fresh from her bath, kept flashing through his mind. At fifteen, one’s emotions are easily stirred. Mu Chen was undoubtedly inexperienced with matters of the heart, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a normal man. How could he not feel something when faced with such a beautiful woman?

However, the image of Mo Qing in his thoughts suddenly shifted, replaced by Mu Bingling’s devastatingly beautiful smile. Mu Chen froze. Then, Mu Bingling’s smile vanished, and Mo Qing’s reappeared. The two figures flickered back and forth in his mind. That night, Mu Chen didn’t get a single moment of Cultivation in; he didn’t even rest. As the morning light streamed in, an exhausted Mu Chen rolled out of bed after lying awake all night. It was only after washing up that he began to feel a bit more clear-headed.

Picking up the still-sleeping Snow Qilin from the bed, Mu Chen opened his door with a CLICK. The hallway was silent, without a soul in sight. Mu Chen gave a helpless smile. ’A sleepless night at least gets you up early.’ Just as he was about to turn and head to the training room for a while, the door to room 202 clicked open.

Mu Chen turned his head to see Mo Qing stepping out, back in her true form. She wore the same style of black and purple ink-dyed long dress as the previous night. She had an air of light elegance, and every movement exuded a gentle grace.

Mo Qing looked up and immediately saw Mu Chen standing nearby. Her face turned an unnatural shade of red; she was clearly remembering last night’s beautiful accident. Mu Chen’s expression grew awkward, and he stammered, "Uh... G-good morning."

Initially, Mo Qing had been even more nervous than Mu Chen, but seeing his dumbfounded look, her anxiety somehow vanished completely. Her eyes curved into two crescent moons. It had to be said, Mo Qing’s face was truly beautiful. Her fair complexion was flawless, framed by willow-leaf brows. She had tender, dewy lips, a delicate, upturned nose, and a pair of large, watery eyes that were especially captivating. A single glance made one want to pull her into an embrace and protect her.

’Purity!’ The word surfaced in Mu Chen’s mind. ’True purity, like a sacred lotus emerging from the mud unstained, cleansed by clear ripples yet not seductive.’

"It’s rude to stare at a girl like that," Mo Qing said, her face slightly flushed, but her expression seemed relatively calm.

Mu Chen cleared his throat twice and said distractedly, "You all are going on your survival training today, right?"

Mo Qing smiled. "Yes, this morning."

"Oh..." A moment of silence passed between them. Mo Qing didn’t speak either. Mu Chen clenched his fists, then suddenly looked up with a serious expression and said, "Come back alive!"

Mo Qing was taken aback for a moment, then a warmth spread through her heart. She nodded gently and said softly, "Mm... I will..."

In that instant, something more seemed to blossom in both their hearts, though neither of them noticed it...

CLICK. CLICK... With a series of doors opening, Qing Lei’s and Ye Shuangshuang’s rooms opened in unison. Their demeanors, however, were worlds apart. Ye Shuangshuang looked drowsy and was still yawning as she stepped out. Qing Lei was different. As a Dark Attribute Martial Artist, he maintained the wakefulness and composure customary for his kind. His cold eyes seemed devoid of all emotion, but the moment he saw Mu Chen, that iciness instantly melted into friendliness.

"Captain, you’re up early." As soon as he spoke, Qing Lei noticed Mo Qing standing next to Mu Chen. "Huh? Captain, who is she?" he asked, surprised.

Mu Chen smiled and was about to speak when Ye Shuangshuang pointed at Mo Qing in shock. "Sister Mo Qing, why are you back to your real appearance?"

"She’s Mo Qing? No way!" Qing Lei froze, his jaw dropping wide enough to fit an egg. He couldn’t help but be shocked. The difference between the Mo Qing of today and the ugly, petite girl from before was simply too vast. If yesterday’s Mo Qing was a speck of dust, then today’s Mo Qing was like the boundless, endless sky—one could only look up in awe.

"Haha, look at Qing Lei’s face! Hahaha... That’s a first! Even this block of ice is making a face like that. I wonder if those guys outside who called us ugly freaks will even be able to walk when they see Sister Mo Qing." Ye Shuangshuang laughed without restraint.

Hearing this, Mu Chen immediately recalled his own reaction upon seeing Mo Qing last night. Even someone as composed as him had been stunned, let alone others. Just then, Little Tiger also came out of his room and saw the four of them staring at each other wide-eyed. He then turned to look at Mu Chen, but his gaze landed on Mo Qing standing beside him. He immediately became a little reserved, wringing his hands as he asked, "Brother Mu Chen, who is this Fairy sister?"

"’Fairy sister...’" Mu Chen broke into a cold sweat. Mo Qing shook her head helplessly. "Little Tiger, it’s me, Mo Qing."

"Huh? Sister Mo Qing? Sister Mo Qing is so pretty! As pretty as Sister Bingling." Little Tiger was simple and honest, so he spoke his mind without holding anything back.

Hearing this, Mo Qing covered her slightly hot cheeks. This was the first time she had been praised so directly. Although others had complimented her before, it had always been with some ulterior motive. Even when receiving higher praise, Mo Qing had never blushed like this. But she could see the sincerity in Little Tiger’s words, untainted by any other agenda.

"Really?" Mo Qing couldn’t help but ask, lowering her head.

The other four in the hallway nodded from the bottom of their hearts. At this point, Qing Lei’s interest was piqued. He gave a stiff smirk and said, "Shuangshuang, since Mo Qing was hiding her true face, what about you? This can’t be what you really look like either, right? Otherwise, you’re just too ugly."

"You’re the ugly one! This young lady is a natural beauty. While I might not compare to Sister Mo Qing, at least I’m not ugly."

With that, Ye Shuangshuang spread her arms open, and a surge of Primordial Power erupted. In the same posture Mo Qing had used that night, countless specks of light emanated from her body. In an instant, Ye Shuangshuang, whose face had been covered in sores, transformed into a beautiful young woman. Even her height had changed.

Her long green hair was tied up in a bun, and a red crystal between her brows glowed faintly. She had bright eyes and pearly teeth. A long green dress accentuated Ye Shuangshuang’s fiery figure. To show herself off more perfectly, Ye Shuangshuang even spun around twice on the spot. She shot a provocative glance at Qing Lei and pouted, "So? This young lady isn’t ugly, is she?"

Qing Lei nodded, dumbfounded, then muttered under his breath, "What’s wrong with the world these days? They’re all so beautiful, yet they insist on hiding it. And if they’re going to hide it, why do they have to make themselves look so ugly?"

"What are you muttering about?" Ye Shuangshuang’s brow furrowed. Thinking Qing Lei was badmouthing her, sparks immediately flew from her eyes.

Startled, Qing Lei waved his hands frantically. "Nothing! I was saying you’re very beautiful."

Qing Lei’s words weren’t insincere; it was true. Although Ye Shuangshuang couldn’t compare to Mo Qing or Mu Bingling, she was still a one-in-ten-thousand beauty. Hearing the praise, Ye Shuangshuang lifted her head and said smugly, "Of course. Hmph."

Saying this, Ye Shuangshuang grabbed Mo Qing and hurried downstairs. Before Mu Chen and the others could react, they heard a series of CRASHES, BANGS, and CLATTERS from below. Mu Chen exchanged a helpless look with Little Tiger and Qing Lei, then shrugged and followed them down. They knew better than anyone what had just happened. Sure enough, when Mu Chen reached the bottom of the stairs, he found everyone frozen in the middle of whatever they were doing, the only commonality being the shocked expressions plastered on their faces. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Shaking their heads, Qing Lei, Little Tiger, and Mu Chen all said in unison, "What a pair of femme fatales!"

On the way to the special class, Mu Chen didn’t see Mo Qing or Ye Shuangshuang. It made sense. With faces like theirs, they were bound to attract a crowd, so they probably took an alternate route. It wasn’t until he entered the special classroom that Mu Chen spotted the two of them at the back. The class was very quiet, but all the students kept turning around to cast stunned glances at the pair.

"Hey, did you see? Who are those two girls? They’re so beautiful. Especially the black-haired one. She’s just gorgeous, not a bit inferior to Mu Bingling."

People were already starting to buzz. "It’s true. It looks like the Holy Hall isn’t the only one with a goddess; we Demons have one too."

"Yeah! This way, we Demons aren’t inferior to the Holy Hall at all."

"No. What we Demons compete with the Holy Hall over is absolutely not this. We compete on strength," a student suddenly said.

Instantly retracting his Spiritual Power, Mu Chen looked over at the student. He realized it was none other than Qiu He, the one whose Martial Artist Realm had been second only to his own during the new student trials. As Mu Chen looked at him, Qiu He sensed his gaze, looked up, and gave Mu Chen a nod, his eyes filled with determination.

The corner of his mouth curling into a slight smile, Mu Chen led Little Tiger and Qing Lei to the back of the classroom and naturally sat down beside Mo Qing and Ye Shuangshuang. Mo Qing always carried a faint, sweet fragrance, a scent Mu Chen was very fond of because it felt so fresh and natural.

’They’re on the same team as Mu Chen. Could they be those two ugly girls? No, that’s impossible, right?’ According to the Demon class rules, the classroom had a total of seven rows of seats, with each row representing a team. Therefore, only team members could sit together. Seeing Mu Chen’s group walk straight to the last row and sit next to the two peerless beauties, everyone else was shocked.

Just as everyone was anxiously whispering, Lingyun walked up to the lectern with quick, light steps. Lingyun smiled. "What’s all this? What’s everyone discussing?"