Full-Time Magister: White Tiger's Power Lock, Unrivaled Sacred Beast

Chapter 32 Mo Fan, disguised as Yuan Hua, takes Mu Ningxue to a hotel room (Please read on!)

Mo Fan jogged out of the gate of the Imperial Capital University and stood at the bustling intersection, looking around blankly.

"Damn! Is the way that kid Zhao Laosan pointed out even correct?"

He scratched his head in frustration, staring blankly at the completely unfamiliar street before him.
"Where the hell am I? Which way should I go?"

"Forget it, I'll just call Zhao Laosan and ask him. I hope he's not lying to me!"

He instinctively reached for his pocket, only to find it empty.

"Damn it! I forgot my phone!"

Mo Fan was so angry he almost jumped up and down. His eyes scanned the surroundings, and suddenly he caught sight of an old public phone booth by the roadside, which he grasped at like a lifeline.

"Heaven hasn't forsaken me! There's still this thing!"

He rushed into the phone booth, picked up the receiver, and pressed his fingers on the cold number keys.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught sight of two incredibly familiar figures walking side by side out of an elegant café on the street corner.

Mo Fan froze instantly, his pupils dilating sharply.

Those figures were none other than Zhao Chengyue and... Mu Ningxue!

Before he could even process this shocking fact, he saw Zhao Chengyue calmly raise his hand and flag down a taxi.

What broke Mo Fan's heart even more was that Zhao Chengyue opened the back door in an extremely gentlemanly manner, bowed slightly, and gestured for Mu Ningxue to get in first.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mu Ningxue bent down and sat down.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Chengyue went around to the other side of the taxi, opened the car door, and bent down to sit in the back seat.

From Mo Fan's angle, the two men were shoulder to shoulder in the narrow back seat of the taxi, their figures almost overlapping, their intimacy almost blinding!
"Do not--!!!"

A heart-wrenching cry, filled with shock, despair, and disbelief, erupted from Mo Fan's throat.

The telephone receiver fell from his hand with a "thud," hitting the metal base and making a piercing noise.

He felt as if his bones had been removed, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees on the cold ground of the phone booth with a thud.

In an instant, the world seemed to lose its color.

A chilling wind whipped up a few withered leaves, which swirled and drifted down before his eyes.

In my ears, it seemed as if that extremely tragic background music would automatically start playing:

Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling.
The world is a vast, boundless expanse.
Mo Fan was dazed and his eyes were empty; he was almost overwhelmed by immense grief.

He knelt there, utterly dejected, watching helplessly as the taxi that carried his shattered dreams, along with his beloved girl and his "rival," merged into the traffic and sped away.

"Ning Xue—!!!"

A more piercing and desperate cry, filled with resentment and heartbreak, finally dissipated in the bustling wind of the capital.

Inside the cramped space of the phone booth, only a figure remained, heartbroken and seemingly abandoned by the whole world.

Imperial Capital Hotel.

The magnificent lobby exudes unparalleled luxury, and it is also one of the Zhao family's properties.

Zhao Chengyue walked calmly to the gleaming marble countertop, held the black card between his fingers, and handed it over.

The receptionist respectfully accepted the card with both hands. When her gaze fell upon the unique dark gold pattern and the mark symbolizing the core identity of the Zhao family, her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly. She then bent down nearly ninety degrees, returned the card with both hands, and spoke with heartfelt reverence:
"Distinguished sir, welcome to the Imperial Capital Hotel! As a Black Card VIP with the highest level of privileges, the Presidential Suite on the top floor is ready for you, and you have the highest priority access. How may I assist you?"

Her posture and tone indicated that she regarded Zhao Chengyue as a god.

Zhao Chengyue nodded calmly, and with a flick of his long, slender fingers, the black card was retrieved into the spatial bracelet on his wrist. His voice was calm and even, "Thank you, but no need."

He turned around and gestured for Mu Ningxue to follow.

The two entered the private elevator leading to the top floor, respectfully seen off by the waiter.

The elevator doors closed, shutting out the outside noise. Zhao Chengyue took out the black card again and swiped it lightly on a hidden sensor area on the elevator wall.

"drop--"

With a crisp electronic sound, the button for the 88th floor, which was previously locked, instantly lit up with a soft blue light.

The elevator ascended smoothly and swiftly.

The heavy doors of the presidential suite closed silently behind me, completely isolating me from the outside world.

The top-tier suite is so spacious that it calms the mind. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer views of the bustling skyline of the capital, while soothing background music plays in the background and a subtle, relaxing fragrance permeates the air.

Zhao Chengyue turned around, his gentle gaze landing on Mu Ningxue, who stood somewhat awkwardly in the entryway.

"Shall we start now?"

Zhao Chengyue asked, his voice very soft, with a reassuring tone.

Mu Ningxue lowered her head, a few strands of her ice-blue hair slipped down, covering her slightly reddened ears.

She took a soft breath, seemingly trying to suppress the flutter in her heart and the lingering shyness, and finally only nodded very slightly, letting out a barely audible response:

"Ah."

Mu Ningxue slowly sat on the edge of the large, soft bed.

The moment her body sank in, the mattress sent a gentle yet undeniable elasticity upwards along her hip line.

Mu Ningxue's already tense body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Zhao Chengyue sat down beside her, maintaining a perfect distance, his gaze calm and focused, his voice gentle:

"Can you summon that 'it' you mentioned now so I can see it?"

Mu Ningxue's fingertips twitched slightly. After a brief hesitation, she nodded gently.

Since you took the initiative to seek help, hesitating and backing down now would only make you seem pretentious and hypocritical.

She took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, those originally cold eyes had transformed into two bottomless pools of icy blue.

As she focused her mind, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and tiny ice crystals even condensed in the air.

A longbow with an ancient design and a translucent appearance like ancient ice slowly emerged in the void in front of her, accompanied by subtle spatial tremors.

The bowed body exuded a chilling, bone-chilling aura.

Ice Crystal Braking Bow!

Zhao Chengyue did not immediately activate the White Tiger Ability Lock on his wrist.

A hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes, and to Mu Ningxue's astonishment, he slowly stretched out his finger and tried to touch the floating, icy bow!
"Don't touch it!"

Mu Ningxue's heart tightened, and she cried out in alarm, but it was too late to stop her.

The instant Zhao Chengyue's fingertips touched the ice bow—

"Om-!"

A terrifying, extremely cold power, seemingly emanating from the deepest abyss, surged through his fingertips and arms, like a living, icy blue venomous snake, and spread wildly throughout his entire body!
(End of this chapter)