Chapter Ninety: The Enchantress

Just as Su Tong was undergoing a torturous cultivation of the divine body, the entire League of Heroes was in an uproar. It wasn’t just because Diandian was in the midst of a double monthly ticket event, with “Coiling Dragon” and “Great God” fiercely competing for the top spot on the rankings, but also because of a poem by Haizi he had posted on Weibo.

“‘Facing the sea, with spring blossoms’—damn, how can it be written so beautifully? Just a few simple words, yet when put together like this by our brother, it becomes a masterpiece.”

“‘Starting tomorrow’—what a wonderful wish.”

“‘I have a house, facing the sea, with spring blossoms.’ Ahh, I’ve fallen in love with the seaside. Isn’t our brother from a coastal city? Does his home face the sea?”

“What a blissful poem.”

“Our brother is so talented; he can casually come up with a classic poem. I heard he wrote it by hand for one of our League of Heroes girls.”

“Wow, really? So that’s his handwriting.”

“His handwriting is flawless—just as dashing and striking as the man himself.”

“Hehe, let me tell you all, this poem was written for me. I went through so much just to meet him once. Secretly, he’s even more handsome and interesting in person than on his livestream. I was so nervous I couldn’t say a word…”

“Girl, how did you get to meet him? Why oh why am I not in Yandu?”

“…”

Nian Nujiao uploaded the poem as an image, with a caption: Dedicated to all the brothers and sisters of the League of Heroes whom I have never met.

In just a few hours, this Weibo post had garnered tens of thousands of comments, becoming a chatroom for fans to banter and connect.

“I witnessed the birth of this poem with my own eyes. Such a talented student—proud that he belongs to our Min University.” Principal Song forwarded Su Tong’s post.

Many teachers at Min University were delighted upon seeing this. It was clear that Principal Song intended to promote Su Tong.

“Nian Nujiao, keep up the good work!”

“Nian Nujiao, Min University is your solid backing.”

Many other teachers, understanding the situation, shared the post as well.

A prominent figure like this at the university could attract more applicants. Min University had already decided to make Su Tong their promotional star.

Stylish, charismatic, and talented—just the type to be adored by high school girls.

The more popular Su Tong became, the more students the university would attract.

At this very moment, in Sister Yaya’s room—

Su Tong and Sister Yaya were sitting face-to-face on the bed, their foreheads pressed together, noses touching.

Both had their eyes closed, their expressions solemn, showing not the slightest hint of intimacy.

Su Tong’s face alternated between pale and flushed, even taking on other hues.

A cool, refreshing energy flowed from Sister Yaya’s forehead into Su Tong’s mind.

It was astonishing. Su Tong felt his soul swelling and strengthening rapidly; his senses were so sharp that he could clearly hear the whispered conversation between Yang Feifei and Lin Yin next door.

The room was soundproofed extremely well—just earlier, Su Tong could have shouted at the top of his lungs without the neighbors noticing.

“Feifei, is Su Tong really staying at your place? What’s your relationship?” Lin Yin’s voice was coy, enough to give anyone goosebumps the first time they heard it, yet the more one listened, the more pleasant it became.

“What relationship? He writes songs for me, so I feed and house him in return,” Yang Feifei replied distractedly while gaming.

“Is it really that simple?” Lin Yin hugged Yang Feifei from behind.

“Oh, so soft and comfortable—keep snuggling,” Yang Feifei twisted around, returning the affection.

Lin Yin blushed prettily, let go of Yang Feifei, and stepped back. “Feifei, you’re too much.”

Su Tong was startled. Did Yang Feifei like women?

“Hehe, it’s your own fault for being so well-endowed. I wonder which lucky man will win you in the future.” Yang Feifei quit her game and pounced on Lin Yin. The two started roughhousing, rolling around together.

Their playfulness didn’t cross any lines, so Su Tong was reassured about their orientations.

If there really was something between them, they’d have gone further already.

“Focus your mind. Actively draw in the ambient energy of the universe. Your cells haven’t fully opened that gate yet,” Sister Yaya whispered, her breath soft as orchids.

Su Tong immediately steadied his thoughts. With Sister Yaya guiding him through the mysteries of the divine body, he was the one in control. If he was distracted, there was nothing she could do.

Enduring inhuman torment was only the first step in cultivating the divine body—the crucial part was this, being led through the threshold by Sister Yaya.

Without her guidance, even if Su Tong’s body and will had met all the requirements, he would still be stuck outside the door.

Meanwhile, in a courtyard somewhere in Yandu—

“Shi Fei, Shi Niu, what were you two up to tonight? Coming back all dirty and disheveled like that.” A seductive woman lounged on the sofa, while two young men sat to her side.

These two were the black-clad men who had gone to cause trouble for Dalong, only to return in disgrace.

“Sister Yao, don’t even mention it. We meant to give that has-been from the Yang family a lesson, but ended up coming back failures,” Shi Fei said, frustrated.

“Oh? You two together couldn’t handle that dragon? You’re the Twin Bulls of the Shi family, born with supernatural strength, even stronger than the average Yang family youth with powerful genes,” Sister Yao said in surprise.

“Of course we could handle him together, but are we that kind of people? We play by the rules—one at a time,” Shi Niu, the one with glasses, said proudly.

“By the rules? I find that hard to believe.” Sister Yao picked a black grape from the fruit plate, tossed it toward her lips, and just as it neared, flicked out her pink tongue to roll it into her mouth.

Shi Fei and Shi Niu stared, dumbfounded. She didn’t have to feign seduction; even a casual gesture could drive men crazy.

“Come on, tell me what really happened. Don’t expect me to believe you played by the rules. If one of you couldn’t win, it’s a miracle you didn’t both jump in.” She tossed a grape to each of them.

Shi Fei caught his, his face dark. He was the one who’d fought Su Tong.

Shi Niu glanced at Shi Fei and replied, “Sister Yao, Dalong is skilled, but he couldn’t have done this to us by himself. A wild card jumped in and injured Fei.”

Sister Yao’s eyes flashed, battle intent surging from her. “Was it the Divine Maiden?”

Shi Fei and Shi Niu were startled. Sister Yao had long since moved beyond external cultivation; she was now at the internal stage, usually restrained but terrifying when provoked.

“Not the Divine Maiden?” Shi Fei, wary of her, said, “If she had struck, we’d be in the hospital by now.”

“Then who was it?” Sister Yao seemed relieved.

“A student-looking fellow,” Shi Fei answered.

“What year?”

“Probably a high school senior or college freshman. Definitely under twenty,” Shi Fei replied, clearly shaken.

“Younger than you two?” Sister Yao’s eyes glinted. When had Yandu produced such a genius? Shi Fei and Shi Niu were no nobodies; their combat strength was top-tier among people their age.