The Strongest Talent Tree

Back in the bedroom, a heated battle was unavoidable.

The problem was, when the second half of the night began, Feng Hao started his habitual cultivation. But at that very moment, a strange cry echoed from downstairs. It was Barbarian Three Punches. "Kid, get down here right now!"

"Damn it," Feng Hao cursed under his breath. "If this were on Earth, I’d straight up report you for disturbing the peace!" Grumpily, he headed downstairs.

In the dim grocery store, Barbarian Three Punches’ bald head was gleaming. Seeing Feng Hao descend, he immediately rushed over. "Kid, these recordings are incredibly precious. Whatever you do, don’t spread them around!"

"Don’t worry, they’re not for sale anyway," Feng Hao said, chuckling in spite of himself. "By the way, are all these martial arts actually valuable?"

"Are they valuable? That’s an understatement! Almost every single one is a martial art capable of founding its own sect," Barbarian Three Punches said, his eyes bloodshot. "It’s a shame the recordings aren’t very detailed, otherwise one could comprehend so much more."

"Jeez, they’re that powerful!" Feng Hao exclaimed in shock, secretly relieved.

It was a good thing he hadn’t started by selling the wuxia films, or he would have lost out big time.

In any case, Barbarian Three Punches had been completely brainwashed by the martial arts of Huaxia. As he left, he was still muttering the incantations of various techniques. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought he was a lunatic.

Feng Hao was quite shaken as well. What he had thought was just a pile of wuxia films to reminisce about his hometown had turned out to be a collection of top-tier martial arts techniques—and not just one, but many.

What left him even more speechless was that even something created from pure artistic license like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had become a top-tier martial Secret Technique.

Following that logic, wouldn’t the *Nine Swords of Dugu* become a top-tier Sword Secret Technique?

"Good grief. If I learned all of these, wouldn’t I be invincible?" Feng Hao swallowed unconsciously.

Back upstairs, the young girl had been woken by the noise. Pouting, she grumbled, "What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night, and you’re not sleeping."

"It’s nothing. Just go back to sleep," Feng Hao soothed her gently.

"Hmph!" The young girl huffed, expertly wrapping herself around Feng Hao and quickly drifting back into dreamland.

Feng Hao smiled faintly, slowly closed his eyes, and resumed his cultivation.

...

Early the next morning, after dropping Xi Yueyao off at the academy, Feng Hao rushed over to the Arts Department without a moment’s rest.

The Arts Department was as lively as ever. As far as the eye could see, beautiful women were everywhere, and countless male students roamed the campus, searching for their prey. The air was thick with an overabundance of hormones.

Feng Hao’s arrival didn’t attract much attention, and he had no interest in admiring the beauties. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to launch his Cosmic Supergroup plan as soon as possible!

After a few inquiries with his Listening Stone, Feng Hao quickly located the Arts Department’s Dance Classroom.

It was his first time here, and Feng Hao was taken aback by the dazzling sight before him. It felt as if he had fallen into a sea of flowers.

"What took you so long? Sister Zhenzhen and I have been waiting for ages!" Li Ting pouted, dissatisfied.

"Ting’Er!" Xu Zhenzhen shot her a disapproving look before turning to Feng Hao with a smile. "Senior Brother, the rehearsal room has been booked. Come with us."

Feng Hao nodded slightly and followed the two young women.

Along the way, he could hear the occasional charming laughter from his side. It couldn’t be helped; a grown man appearing in the Dance Classroom was bound to attract attention.

"You’ve both watched the Crystal Cards I gave you yesterday, right? What did you think?" Feng Hao asked as they walked.

"It felt okay, I guess, but just a bit strange," Xu Zhenzhen said with a frown.

"Oh? What did you find strange?" Feng Hao asked curiously.

Xu Zhenzhen’s cheeks flushed slightly as if she were embarrassed, but Li Ting was more direct, huffing as she answered for her, "It’s too provocative, and a little indecent."

"Er." Feng Hao froze for a second before understanding. "Provocative is exactly right. That’s the effect we’re going for."

"But some of the moves are just too explicit... I... I can’t do them," Xu Zhenzhen said, lowering her head shyly. She couldn’t help it; she was a married woman now and was very conscious of her image.

Feng Hao couldn’t help but laugh. "Don’t worry, we’ll just cut out the most explicit moves. I won’t make things difficult for you."

"That’s good to hear." Xu Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief. Before she knew it, they had arrived at the door of a rehearsal room. "This is the one. Let’s go in together."

Feng Hao didn’t waste any time. After entering the rehearsal room, he began to get things organized with great fanfare. "Alright, you two warm up first. I need a moment to prepare on my end. It won’t take long."

...

Yao Ying had been very irritable lately, unable to muster interest in anything.

It couldn’t be helped. She had thought that once Feng Hao returned, he would definitely come to find her, and then she would have the absolute upper hand.

But two months had passed in the blink of an eye, and Feng Hao showed no intention of looking for her. This gave her a constant sense of anxiety and insecurity, and for the first time, it made her question her own charm.

In the past few days, Yao Ying’s mood had grown increasingly frayed. Several times, she had almost lost control and gone to the grocery store to find Feng Hao, but her inner pride kept telling her: *You can’t go. The moment you take the initiative, you’ll be on the back foot!*

Today, Yao Ying was starting to lose control again, so she decided to take a walk around campus to calm her restless heart.

Who would have thought that she had barely taken a few steps to clear her head when she saw Feng Hao’s hurried figure approaching from a distance?

In that moment, Yao Ying felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. As Feng Hao’s figure drew closer and closer, a wave of unprecedented nervousness and unease washed over her. She subconsciously took out her mirror to fix her makeup.

But just as she mustered her courage, ready to greet Feng Hao, she found him walking right past her as if he hadn’t seen her at all.

In an instant, Yao Ying froze completely, as if her breathing and heartbeat had stopped.

Disbelief, dejection, heartache... all sorts of inexplicable emotions flooded her mind. In that instant, her pride shattered into a million pieces.

"How could he do this? Why? Why? Am I not even worthy of a single glance from him?"

Yao Ying muttered to herself, utterly devastated, her beautiful face deathly pale.

It had to be said, Yao Ying’s ability to invent her own narrative was frankly terrifying. In the world she had constructed in her mind, it was as if she and Feng Hao had once shared a love of eternal vows, one that would last until the seas ran dry and the rocks turned to dust.

But in reality, Feng Hao had absolutely nothing to do with her. At most, they’d had a brief employment relationship. Everything else was a product of her own fantasy and imagination.

Take the scene that just happened, for example. His mind was completely filled with the girl group plan; he hadn’t even noticed her.

But in Yao Ying’s eyes, Feng Hao had deliberately treated her as a stranger and didn’t want to talk to her.

Seeing Feng Hao walk further and further away, Yao Ying’s heart filled with resentment and indignation. She decided to follow him secretly to see what he was up to.

Just like that, she unknowingly arrived at a rehearsal room. Watching Feng Hao enter the room with Xu Zhenzhen and Li Ting, her mind filled with melodramatic scenes. "What a heartless bastard! No wonder he hasn’t come looking for me all this time. It turns out he’s found two little tramps!"

Just as she was grinding her teeth in anger, a few female students with curvaceous figures came out of the adjacent rehearsal room. Seeing her acting so sneakily, they couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Huh? Isn’t that Senior Sister Yao Ying? What are you doing?"

"Shh—!" Yao Ying’s face was grim. "Quiet down. I’m catching a cheater."

"Catching a cheater?" The female students looked at each other in bewilderment.