Chapter Seventy: The Spring Dream Leaves No Trace

In merely two days, the name Wang Luo swept through the entire northern district of the Fallen Academy like a raging storm—there was hardly a soul who did not know of him.

Within those two days, he had relied solely on two earth-based spells—Mist of Earth and Earth Spike—to defeat every new student who came to challenge him. Unquestionably, Wang Luo became the rising star among the freshmen, even earning the title “King of the Freshmen” from some of his peers.

Yet now, the so-called King of the Freshmen sat cross-legged in his room, his brow tightly knit. It was the sixth night since meeting Qier, but Wang Luo could not banish her image from his mind; instead, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into obsession.

Whenever he tried to immerse himself in cultivation, Qier’s alluring figure would flicker through his thoughts, performing all manner of teasing gestures, leaving Wang Luo burning with desire and constantly distracted, unable to focus on his training.

If not for his formidable mental fortitude—and the fact that in his previous life, his boss had dragged him to watch countless adult films and to visit many a barbershop—Wang Luo suspected he would long ago have been bewitched by that enchanting silhouette in his mind, leading to a disastrous deviation in his cultivation, and perhaps even a fatal end.

Even so, it was a struggle to maintain control. The first time Qier’s image appeared in his mind, he had nearly lost himself entirely. Thankfully, he managed to grit his teeth and break free of the illusion, snapping awake from his cultivation to find himself drenched in cold sweat.

“The book says that training must be balanced between tension and relaxation. Is it because I’ve been cultivating too intensely every day that I’m now having hallucinations? How frustrating—books are just books, they can’t solve every problem. If only there were a teacher I could ask for guidance!” Wang Luo muttered in exasperation as he flopped onto his bed, pondering how to address his predicament. He had no wish to visit Teacher Gedda again, and with the new term starting tomorrow, there would be other instructors to ask—but how could he possibly voice such a matter aloud? What if it was simply that he was too lustful...

“Wang Luo, Qier misses you. Do you miss Qier?”

As he gazed at the charming beauty in his arms, those lips rosy and inviting, Wang Luo smiled faintly and kissed her deeply, his hand caressing her waist and slowly moving downward...

“Mmm, you’re so naughty...”

Suddenly feeling her bottom squeezed by his hand, Qier’s cheeks flushed a lovely pink as she gave a soft, coquettish cry, her delicate hand feebly patting Wang Luo’s chest before sliding down—whether by accident or design, that delicate, boneless little hand came to rest upon a certain tent.

“Qier, come, let me teach you...”

Overcome with desire, Wang Luo grabbed Qier’s hand and guided it to the ferocious little serpent, moving her hand up and down in a piston motion as he moaned softly with pleasure.

“Yes, Qier, just like that... a little faster...”

Bathed in a wave of pleasure, Wang Luo continued to instruct her, when suddenly, a jolt of shock ran through him. He found himself pressing Qier beneath him, one hand moving to her soft chest, the other sliding slowly downward.

“Ah—”

Abruptly, Wang Luo felt his hand encounter a pillar of steel and cried out in surprise, instantly snapping awake.

The moon still hung high and silent in the sky, casting its silver light into the room and upon the figure who had just awakened in alarm, cold sweat glistening on his brow in the moonlight.

“Damn it, how could I dream of Qier even in my sleep, and even dream of... with him...”

Shaking his head, Wang Luo forced himself to stop thinking about it and glanced down at the swelling beneath his sheets, which was already fading. Blinking, he noted that the cloth was still dry—he hadn’t been mistaken.

“A spring dream leaves no trace—this truly is a spring dream without a trace!”

He muttered to himself, shaking his head, then quickly straightened his clothes and left the room. Standing in the courtyard, he gazed up at the full moon, a bone sword appearing in his hand. As he wielded the blade, it glimmered with the faintest hint of blood in the cold moonlight.

Shadow Wraith—an elite assassin’s sword technique. Although Wang Luo had not trained in swordsmanship for long, he could still wield it with impressive skill. In the quiet, shadowy courtyard, he moved like a wraith, his tongue flicking with each breath, utterly silent as he harvested the cold light of the moon.

Swish, swish, swish...

The bone sword danced ever faster, whistling through the air. Without warning, the Shadow Wraith technique shifted into the Jinge Sword Style—grand and imposing, both offensive and defensive, its aura extraordinary. Though both were supreme sword arts, Wang Luo had little affection for the Jinge Style and seldom practiced it.

Swish—

Suddenly, with no warning, the dancing bone sword slipped from Wang Luo’s grasp and shot straight toward the main gate, letting out a piercing shriek.

“The Jinge family’s sword style is never taught to outsiders, and only the most loyal shadow guards are permitted to learn Shadow Wraith. Yet you have mastered both!”

Bathed in moonlight, a figure in white slowly emerged, holding the bone sword between his index and middle fingers. He fixed the youth in the courtyard with a meaningful gaze, speaking unhurriedly.

“Ten years ago, the entire Jinge family was wiped out in a single night. It’s said that only the patriarch’s newborn son survived by a stroke of luck, and his whereabouts remain unknown to this day. So what do you think would happen if someone suddenly appeared, someone who had mastered both of the Jinge family’s supreme sword arts—someone, say, around ten years old?”

“Hmph, the dead have no tales to tell!”

Seeing the white-robed man’s strikingly handsome face and those moving lips, the scene from his dream replayed irresistibly in Wang Luo’s mind, filling him with inexplicable irritation. With a cold snort, he lunged straight at the man in white.

“Such a big attitude for someone so young. Well, let me see how the Jinge family’s last heir fares in combat!”

Unperturbed by the youth’s attack, the white-robed man’s smile did not waver. He spoke calmly as he watched the approaching fist draw near.

Seeing no sign that his opponent intended to dodge, Wang Luo’s lips curled in a cold smile and he suddenly accelerated, launching a direct assault.

Bang...

Caught momentarily by surprise, the white-robed man reacted too late and was forced back by a blow. Instantly, a ghostly shadow closed in, and the two became locked in close combat.

“How is this possible? You’ve reached the peak of the sixth level!”

Watching the youth flash around him, fists striking at every vulnerable point, the white-robed man could not conceal his shock.

“You have no metal element energy within you—you’re not of the Jinge family. Just who are you?”

As things calmed, the white-robed man suddenly realized that although the youth’s footwork was the Jinge family’s Shadow Wraith step, there was not the faintest trace of energy fluctuation within his body. He asked again in astonishment, but received only a flurry of fists in reply.

“Hmph!”

Seeing that the youth’s attacks showed no mercy, the white-robed man snorted coldly, ceased evading, and raised his right hand, which began to glow blue, meeting the boy’s fist head-on...

Azure Dragon of Another World, Chapter 70: A Spring Dream Leaves No Trace—End of update!