Ten-Step Hall’s expression gradually calmed, the brilliance of Little Sun’s light dimming, while her gaze grew sharper instead.
“Going to make a move?” Xueyuedai still thought Ten-Step Hall was about to lead the charge.
“We and Qingshamu are classmates and dormmates—it’s not appropriate,” Ten-Step Hall raised her hand to stop her. “Let others take action first. If things really get out of hand, then we’ll step in.”
“I see. As expected of you, your foresight is truly profound,” Xueyuedai remarked sharply.
Simon had tasked the other upperclass tea party groups with dealing with Qingshamu.
If the old-timers couldn’t handle Qingshamu and the Kendo Club, it wouldn’t be too late for them to act.
At that time, they could maximize their reputation without being accused of seeking glory prematurely.
Xueyuedai’s admiration for Ten-Step Hall swelled like an endless river, impressed that Simon could think so deeply all at once.
But Ten-Step Hall wasn’t thinking that far ahead.
She simply didn’t want to confront Qingshamu right now, especially not in such a small venue.
Qingshamu was the only opponent in the first year of high school she truly respected.
Their duel would definitely take place in a grander, more splendid arena.
She had to utterly defeat Qingshamu in front of an audience, not resort to a sneak attack—that was the kind of thing low-class beasts would do.
Petty skirmishes only escalate conflicts and solve nothing.
But in chaotic times, heroes emerge; many people purposely fan the flames of conflict to seize the spotlight and gain more benefits from the God and Demon Academy.
Now, another critical piece of information surfaced: why did so many Demonic Beasts want to come to the God and Demon Academy? Did they really want to study? Did they truly seek honor?
Anyone could tell it was impossible—who would seek death without tangible benefits?
In truth, the Nameless Witch possessed a tonic called the God-Demon Meat Chunk.
It was like a power pill in cultivation novels; she used these God-Demon Meat Chunks to lure talented young Demonic Beasts to willingly join her academy experiments.
Of course, only some advanced Demonic Beasts knew this secret.
Those mindless low- and mid-level beasts truly came just to make a name and get a meal.
And advanced clubs were the quickest way to earn God-Demon Meat Chunks and the only opportunity for low- and mid-level beasts to improve their strength and cross class boundaries.
That’s why Qingshamu wasn’t in a hurry.
Her mission at the God and Demon Academy wasn’t just one: besides assassinating the Northern Demon King, she had to uncover what exactly the God-Demon Meat Chunk was.
Having joined the Kendo Club as a junior member, she was quickly approaching the core of this secret.
“Feini, let Bai Yuge join the Kendo Club,” Qingshamu suggested. “I think she has talent; she can learn some swordsmanship. I can teach her without a problem.”
“Don’t be so familiar,” Feini said angrily.
“Sorry,” Qingshamu replied. “But I’m doing it for her own good.”
“For her own good? Who do you think you are? Do you even know who you are? How do I know you’re not planning to lure her away from me and then kill her?” Feini retorted coldly.
“If I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn’t need to trick her away from you. I could do it right now,” Qingshamu said.
“…” Feini had no words for that.
What kind of combat power did she have? The Hero would surely deal with me if necessary; no need to trick Bai Yuge away.
Bai Yuge herself quietly tensed nearby, her brow furrowed in displeasure, no longer as impulsive as before.
This scum seemed to be parasitizing her mother.
But Bai Yuge lacked the strength to defeat and drive her away for now; acting recklessly would only put her mother in greater danger.
“Ahem, that’s not what I meant.”
Everyone suddenly fell silent.
Qingshamu grew awkward, realizing she had misspoken.
Her words had sounded like a threat, deepening the stereotype of her as a bully in front of the children.
Feini and Bai Yuge tacitly ignored her, giving her cold shoulder in unison—a clear message to this tagalong. Just talking with you was already generous; yet you still act so arrogant.
They easily delivered a few takeout orders.
Feini had no intention of continuing to be a worn-out part-timer.
When it was time, she prepared to go home, but Qingshamu shamelessly tried to follow.
“Stop right there. Don’t come with me,” Feini raised her hand to block her, saying sternly,
“I’m really doing this for your own good. Our whole family is under the Witches’ surveillance. Witches are some of the strongest beings on the entire continent. If you get too close, your disguise might be seen through—and then you’ll truly be trapped.”
Hearing this, Qingshamu had no choice but to halt.
In the end, the big picture triumphed over impulse.
If her true identity was discovered, everything would be over.
She watched Feini and Bai Yuge’s retreating figures.
Feini still cared about her; there had to be some part of her heart left.
In the end, Qingshamu could only comfort herself silently and turn away.
So young, yet already giving off the aura of a lonely old soul.
But just as one wave settled, another rose…
“Little widow, stop right there.”
After Qingshamu walked away, a group of tea party ladies suddenly blocked the way before Feini and Bai Yuge.
Focusing on their leader, it was none other than the pink-haired, folding fan-wielding, squint-eyed Xueyuedai.
The sense of déjà vu was overwhelming.
Feini had been ambushed by this one and her gang after school last time; now it was happening again.
“Feini, long time no see. Where did you move? We were worried about you,” Xueyuedai began, dripping with malice and making one’s skin crawl.
She was a bit different from Ten-Step Hall.
While Ten-Step Hall was a hypocritical petty person, Xueyuedai was a pure master of passive-aggression.
Though Ten-Step Hall said she didn’t plan to cause trouble for Qingshamu and the Kendo Club, she never said she wouldn’t make life difficult for Feini and Bai Yuge.
So, after Qingshamu left, she came out to stir trouble again.
“My affairs don’t need Emma’s concern,” Feini said.
“Oh?” Xueyuedai was surprised at Feini’s sudden hardening tone.
Usually, Feini was meek, even humble before the ruthless Qingshamu, but now she dared to talk back with sarcasm?
“I remember saying I never wanted to see you again in the Advanced Beast Restaurant because of the transfer student by your side. Do you really think she can protect you?” Xueyuedai asked with a smile.
“I purposely entered through the restaurant’s back door. Aren’t you overstepping? You told me not to appear in front of you, and I’ve complied. Now you’re the one showing up before me. That can’t be my fault, right, Emma?” Feini responded coolly.
“Heh, I always knew you weren’t a good person. Such a silver tongue. Were you just pretending in front of us all along?” Xueyuedai asked.
“Of course. Each and every one of you is a noble bloodline Great Beast. How could a terrifying little beast like me survive without brains? I almost got torn apart by Fang Beasts on my first day in the dorm,” Feini said.