Chapter 21: Bald

Chapter 21: Bald

"You're still muttering while being punished. Are you asking for a beating?"

Feng Luo strode out with an air of sophistication, and Wen Ying thought that if he wore glasses, a white shirt, and a black suit, he could easily play the role of a sophisticated villain in the entertainment industry. The only exception was his voice, which was sharp and hotheaded, making him fit the profile of a hot-tempered elder brother.

Feng Luo first grabbed Muershi's ear. "Your parents have already warned us. They wouldn't bat an eye if we beat you to a pulp, and the Lord Devil has given permission."

Wen Ying: "..." Why didn't the Lord Devil bring over the mortal world's rule against corporal punishment in schools?

"Ouch... Ouch, ouch, it hurts," Muershi tiptoed. "Stop pulling my ears all the time. I just placed a Fear Stone that even kids can play with. It was just a small prank!"

Muershi felt that he had made a mistake this time. In the demon world, Fear Stones were used to test the bravery of children, and everyone had one in their desk. Who knew that Wen Ying would be so easily frightened? He had even released the Flame Incineration.

Wen Ying: "..." His heart was filled with anxiety.

At Muershi's words, Feng Luo's gaze shifted to Wen Ying. Wen Ying's heart skipped a beat, and he put on an obedient student expression.

Feng Luo released Muershi's ear and walked over to Wen Ying. Amidst Wen Ying's nervousness, he pinched his arm, then moved downward, touching his hand, waist, feet, and more.

Wen Ying's body tensed up, his mind ringing with alarm bells. Feng Luo couldn't have discovered that he was mixed with human blood and had grown up in the Human Realm, could he?

Feng Luo straightened up and frowned, asking, "What did Aruda feed you?"

Wen Ying instinctively listed what he had eaten for breakfast. Feng Luo was taken aback; it was a more substantial meal than what he had consumed. With a frown, he added, "Your body doesn't match your age. You're severely malnourished. How did you manage to grow up like this?" In the past, there were rural demons who perished from severe malnutrition, but such cases were rare now.

Wen Ying's physical condition seemed as if he had just been pulled back from the brink of starvation.

"Hu Po mentioned that you're from the countryside. Where exactly?" Muershi delivered another devastating blow to Wen Ying.

Wen Ying was completely unfamiliar with the geography of the demon world, not even knowing the name of its capital. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he equivocated, "I don't remember. Grandmama brought me back."

Muershi pondered, "So that Tiger Pearl fellow wasn't lying after all. Thank you for letting me win the bet, hehe. Li Jie is going to suffer a huge loss this time. He even claimed that Tiger Pearl was just guessing. Turns out you really lost your memory due to Aruda's condition, forgetting many things... Ah!"

Muershi received a slap on the back of his head from Feng Luo. He looked at Feng Luo with a grievance, to which Feng Luo replied, "Gambling is prohibited within the academy. There won't be a next time."

"Are you a devil?"

Suddenly, the somewhat mentally challenged Wen Ying: "Thank you, Hu Po!"

But who is Hu Po? Wen Ying was confused. Could it be that demon with tiger ears and tail?

Wen Ying, inwardly overjoyed by the recognition, mumbled vaguely, "I had a high fever for a while and have forgotten quite a lot."

Feng Luo's expression softened slightly, no longer as chilling as before.

"In theory, you shouldn't be frightened by an ordinary stone of fear, let alone react with such a magic that drains your power," Feng Luo said slowly. "This is disadvantageous for future battles, and it indicates that you rely too much on magic. Sometimes, in emergencies, you won't have time to cast spells, so your physical strength needs to keep up."

Feng Luo's words were not forceful, but rather reasonable, making Wen Ying almost cry out of gratitude. His demonic homeroom teacher wasn't just about brute force; life wouldn't be too difficult from now on.

Before he could savor his happiness for long, Feng Luo coldly added, "In the future, I'll make sure you exercise. Don't worry."

Wen Ying: "..." What was there to worry about?

Feng Luo then walked over to Beros, who stood with his arms crossed, looking disdainfully at the demon, showing that even if he couldn't win in a fight, he wouldn't lose in terms of attitude.

Feng Luo asked calmly, "Do you know why I brought you along?"

Beros shook his head.

”Beros, it’s because you’re too arrogant,” Feng Luo’s gaze sharpened, his words turning as piercing as a sword. “I know you usually disregard weak demons, but even they have the chance to trip you up, just like now.”

"If Wen Ying had intended to, he could have bribed the demon sitting next to you to say that you set the Flaming Incineration. If I were a bit more hot-tempered and believed whatever I heard, wouldn't you have ended up in my fists? Imagining those who carry out such schemes as your enemies, like those extremist factions that have been stirring up trouble lately, your ignorance of them could lead to them killing you."

Beros didn't respond, averting his gaze, but his expression was contemplative.

The weak demon, Wen Ying: "…" Today, there had been too many instances of speechlessness.

So, Grandfather, where did you get the confidence to think that a Mirror Demon, recognized as weak by all demons, could ascend to the throne of Demon King?

"Go fetch the books," Feng Luo waved his hand. "Both of you."

Wen Ying looked at Muershi, wondering if Feng Luo had forgotten about another demon. Feng Luo didn't clarify, still indicating that only the two of them should go.

Beros didn't care whether Muershi went or not, turning around to grab the books. Seeing that Beros had already walked several meters ahead, Wen Ying helplessly followed.

Hopefully, they could learn from each other's positive traits...

Feng Luo thought, glancing sidelong to see a bald patch on Muershi's wings. His composed demeanor was briefly startled; that spot had been fine when he kicked Muershi through the glass, so it didn't seem like it was caused by the kick.

"Has anyone tampered with your wings?" Feng Luo finally asked.

Muershi turned his head and replied, "Why do you ask? Did that Mirror Demon just pluck away my most beautiful feathers? He made me pay for damages earlier."

Feng Luo, who had previously called Wen Ying a weak demon, fell silent. "...It's nothing."

Let Muershi embarrass himself. It was in the nature of the Wicked Birds to retaliate when wronged, and Feng Luo found it quite amusing to see this happen. So, he regained his cold demeanor and said, "Go in." He wanted more demon students to witness this.

Aruda had truly invited a unique Mirror Demon.

Unaware of what had transpired, Muershi returned to the classroom happily, glad not to have to stand outside idly. But he sensed something amiss from the gazes around him. He glanced behind and saw Scarlet staring at his wings.

With a hint of disdain, Muershi said, "Hey, stop staring at my wings all the time. I'm not interested in you."

The customs of different demon clans varied. For bird demons, their wings were one of the subtle signs of courtship.

Scarlet also shot back with disdain, "I'd never look at someone like you." He was tempted to ask about the bald spot on Muershi's wing, but although Wicked Birds were notorious, they were also the best at maintaining the beauty of their wings among all bird demons.

Muershi's casual attitude suggested that he was completely unaware of the bald spot on his wing.

Was it Feng Luo’s doing, or was it Beros’s handiwork? Scarlet didn’t consider Wen Ying as a possible suspect at all.