Sun Cheng is a cultivator of considerable rank—so strong, in fact, that even Qin Feng considers himself no match for him. Should they face off directly, Qin, the young lord, would barely last five strikes. Now, however, under the chaotic, uncoordinated punches of his classmates, Sun Cheng is being pounded senseless. Had he not promptly shielded his face, he would have been left clutching his head, crumpled and disheveled on the ground—something far from dignified. His handsome face would surely bear more footprints had it not been for his timely defense. The most heartbreaking part? He still doesn’t know why he’s being attacked. Could it be because of the chocolate? Besides him, the precious box of snacks—worth a fortune—has also been trampled into a heap of rubble. It is a fundamental rule in the cultivation world: cultivators do not engage in conflict with ordinary people. With his abilities, all he needs to do is summon his flying sword and deliver a few swift strikes—each one would send these people flying. Yet he cannot do that. He cannot retaliate using cultivation techniques, nor can he rely on spiritual energy for defense. As long as he reveals his identity before the public and causes injury to a few more people, Sun Cheng will become an enemy of the entire cultivation world—someone everyone will be eager to eliminate, and the very first to abandon him will be the Bai He Gate. This rule is so firm that even cultivators of slightly higher rank than Sun Cheng dare not challenge it. Fearing of causing casualties, several male students halted their progress. One of them spat at him and said, "Get out of here right now! If you ever dare to make another move against Master Chen again, we'll have you dead!" Only then did Sun Cheng realize what had happened, thinking to himself, "What's so wrong with pursuing Chen Yue? Is it against the law to send her flowers?" The male students grumbled their way back to their seats, while several girls who were struck by admiration wished to rush up and help the distressed young man, yet fearing being looked down upon by their peers, none of them dared to rise. Sun Cheng painfully rose from the ground, only to see his carefully selected attire and meticulously arranged hairstyle—spent over two hours on—collapse completely. He had intended to return to his own seat—though he certainly didn't want to face a beating, he at least needed to find out what had happened, otherwise he'd feel utterly unjustified. But when he saw Lin Caiwei's dismissive gaze, he simply turned and walked away without hesitation. "Someone like this doesn't belong in our class—get out right now! Get out as far as possible!" Sun Sheng stumbled slightly. He simply couldn't understand why his classmates, who had previously been so polite and courteous to him, had turned so hostile. ... Under a large tree in the lake area, inside the SUV, Qin Feng sat in the passenger seat, while Chen Yue, nearly completely naked, was lying on his lap, passionately kissing him. As time passed, the fear in the beautiful teaching assistant's heart had been completely replaced by the exhilaration of being stimulated. Yet as soon as they paused, she immediately felt a strong sense of emptiness, and her fear would return, reappearing once again. So she held onto Qin Feng tightly, as if trying to merge him into her own body. Qin Feng's kisses covered the upper half of the beautiful counselor, especially near the peak of her chest, leaving behind an irregular mark over four centimeters in diameter—this mark would gradually fade only after she remained with him for more than a week. The car windows were fitted with dark sun film, so people in the distance could not see inside, but pedestrians passing by could notice subtle clues. A middle-aged couple walked from the east—the man wore glasses and carried two large plastic bags, while the woman also had a bag, clearly having just come out of the shopping mall across the street. The woman said, "Old Chen, your daughter has been behaving quite well these days. You shouldn't keep restricting her anymore. Yueyue isn't a little girl anymore in her teens—she should have her own life. Being too strict won't do her any good." "Master," said the elder man, "if you don't keep a close eye on things, trouble will inevitably arise. A beautiful daughter is always a source of trouble—she's simply too lovely to be easy to manage!" "How dare you say that about your own daughter! You're truly a rigid, old-fashioned scholar." The woman retorted. These two were none other than Chen Yue's parents. Taking advantage of the fact that Chen the Elder had no classes today, Chen's wife had dragged him along to the shopping mall, where they bought a number of discounted items. Because their home was close by and they were accustomed to frugality, they never called for taxis—going and returning on foot. As they passed by the Jeep, the scholar happened to glance inside and saw a man and a woman passionately engaged in a romantic scene. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What a breach of decorum!" Chen's wife had not noticed at first and, without realizing it, turned to look in. She smiled and said, "What's so remarkable about it? Nowadays, young people are all like this!" She was indeed easygoing, but Master Chen absolutely couldn't bear it. He huffed, "Such things should be handled at home, the door closed, and one can do as they please. Otherwise, in public, isn't it a breach of decorum?" Chen夫人 shrugged, "After all, the person is still in the car. Some young people have already started right on the roadside—how can you possibly stop them?" Master Chen glared at her angrily, "Exactly because so many people think like you, the young ones have grown so confident and unconcerned. I can't manage others, but our daughter absolutely mustn't be treated this way... Wait a moment—how do I feel that girl in the car resembles our Chen Yue so much!" Chen夫人 sighed impatiently, "Didn't Yue go to school early this morning? How could she possibly have a car incident with someone!" Master Chen thought it over and nodded, then continued walking ahead. But earlier, by chance, he had caught a scene that reminded him remarkably of his own daughter, deepening his frown as he walked toward the nearby stone bench, saying, "I'm tired—let's rest a while!" Inside the car, the two continued their passionate exchange, having been together for over an hour since they pulled over, plus the additional fifteen minutes since they left Pingda—making a total of one hour and fifteen minutes. Suddenly, the beautiful counselor, mid-kiss, opened her eyes, her previously dreamy gaze now clear and bright. She pushed Qin Feng away gently and asked in a soft voice, "How could this have happened?" "What do you mean by 'how could this have happened'? What exactly would you like to know?" Qin, the young nobleman, immediately rewrapped her in his arms. "No, that's not right," Chen Yue pushed him away again. She remembered clearly what had happened, but the only thing she couldn't understand was: how had she ended up so unexpectedly involved with him? Moreover, she was completely bare from the upper body—meaning she had already lost all the advantages she could have enjoyed. She realized how serious the situation was and quickly reached for her clothes from the back seat, beginning to dress herself. She felt she needed a quiet place to sit down and calmly go over the entire sequence of events. "Don't let anyone else know about what just happened," she said firmly, speaking quickly as she dressed. "Why?" "No reason—my word is final. I'm getting out of the car, and you're not to follow me!" Though Qin understood that something forced doesn't always taste as sweet, he still added, "Yueyue, you'd better stay in the car. I'll drive you wherever you need to go." "I insist on getting out," she replied, having just finished putting on her undershirt, now holding her outerwear and opening the car door. With a decisive step, she stepped out, and added, "Don't try to reach out to me. I'll get in touch when I've thought things through."