Chương 22: Zhu Zhuqing blushes and feels shy

He struck Su Chen in the chest with his palm, this time using all his strength.

The palm strike whistled through the air, tearing it apart and shattering the stone slabs on the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing shouted from behind, "Watch out!"

Su Chen still did not release his martial spirit.

He turned to the side, reached out, and firmly grasped the middle-aged man's wrist.

It's like holding a moth.

The middle-aged man's full-force palm strike felt like hitting cotton; all the power was neutralized.

His wrist was gripped by Su Chen, remaining completely still, as if it were being held in iron clamps.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief: "This... how is this possible?!"

[Ding! Detected that the story character Zhu Zhuqing is shocked by the host's strength. The level of shock is: extremely shocked.] [Reward: Movement speed permanently increased by 10%.] Su Chen felt his body become lighter and more agile, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. It was a good time to test his improved speed!

Su Chen sighed, as if he had lost patience with an annoying fly.

"It's annoying."

Golden light burst forth from his body.

A deep dragon roar echoed through the alleyway, and the phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon appeared behind him, its eyes looking down, its dragon might spreading out as if it were a tangible force.

The Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul has possessed him.

Then, the spirit rings lit up.

One lap, two laps, three laps, four laps, five laps.

Purple, purple, black, black, black.

Two purple and three black. Level 59, Soul King.

The air in the alleyway seemed to freeze.

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and the color drained from his face instantly, turning him deathly pale.

His lips trembled; he wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Two... two purple and three black? A Soul King?!"

His voice was shrill, like the scream of a pig being slaughtered.

"How old are you?!"

The five men in black were terrified. Two of them collapsed to the ground, while the rest turned to run, but Su Chen's gaze froze them in place.

The middle-aged man's Black Panther Martial Spirit trembled within his body, like a kitten encountering a tiger, too afraid to unleash it.

And Zhu Zhuqing, She leaned against the wall, panting heavily, her amber cat-like eyes fixed on Su Chen's back.

Two purples and three blacks This boy, who looks about the same age as me, is actually the Soul King?

Her eldest sister, Zhu Zhuyun, was in her twenties and had to exert all her strength to break through to the Soul Master level.

The elders in the family, with their white hair, were only at the Soul King level.

This young boy, at such a young age, is already a Soul King.

Zhu Zhuqing felt her heart beating very fast.

It wasn't fear, but an indescribable emotion—shock, admiration, and a touch of... thrill.

Her cheeks felt slightly flushed.

Su Chen did not turn around to look at her.

"I'll give you three seconds to get out."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, wanting to say something harsh to save face: "You... you better not be arrogant! The Zhu family won't let you get away with this! The Zhu family is a powerful noble family in the Star Luo Empire. If you offend them, you won't be able to move an inch in the Star Luo Empire!"

Su Chen remained silent.

His third spirit ring lit up.

The black spirit ring shone brightly, and the third spirit skill—Dragon Shadow Flash—was unleashed.

Su Chen's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

It's not fast, it's disappearing.

The middle-aged man only saw a golden afterimage flash by, and then a sharp pain shot through his back.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall and sliding to the ground.

Su Chen appeared behind the spot where he had just been standing and slowly withdrew his hand.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

The middle-aged man struggled to his feet, glanced at Su Chen, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He scrambled and stumbled toward the alley entrance, followed by five men in black, who stumbled and staggered like a group of frightened rabbits.

"Go! Go quickly!"

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the alleyway returned to silence.

Zhu Zhuqing's tense nerves relaxed, her body swayed, and she almost fell over.

Su Chen stepped forward and supported her shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip and shook her head.

But her face was horribly pale, and the wounds on her arms and waist were still bleeding. Her black leather jacket was soaked with blood, a shocking sight.

Xiao Wu ran over and asked with concern, "You're injured! Your wound is still bleeding! Brother Chen, let's take her back to get treated!"

Su Chen nodded, then bent down, supporting Zhu Zhuqing's legs with one hand and her back with the other, and lifted her up in his arms.

Princess hug.

Zhu Zhuqing's body stiffened.

She had never been hugged like this by a male of the same age before, from childhood to adulthood.

Her first reaction was to struggle, but she was too weak to muster any strength.

Moreover, Su Chen's arms were very steady, and his chest was very warm, giving one a strange sense of security when leaning against him.

She lowered her head, neither struggling nor speaking.

Her ears turned a quiet red.

Xiao Wu watched from the side, pouted, but said nothing.

The four of them returned to the Rose Hotel.

Su Chen placed Zhu Zhuqing on the bed and said to Tang San, "Go fetch a basin of clean water and get a clean cloth."

Tang San nodded and hurried away.

Xiao Wu sat on the edge of the bed and helped Zhu Zhuqing unbutton her leather jacket.

The leather jacket was tight, making the wound hurt even more. Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Bear with it for a moment," Xiao Wu said softly, softening her movements.

The leather jacket was unbuttoned, revealing a white lining underneath.

The lining was soaked in blood and stuck to the skin.

Xiao Wu carefully lifted the lining, revealing the wounds: two deep, bone-revealing knife wounds on her arm and a long cut on her side, still oozing blood.

Tang San returned with a basin of water and clean strips of cloth, placed them on the bedside table, and then turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Su Chen took the cloth, soaked it, wrung it out, and began to clean Zhu Zhuqing's wound.

"It might hurt a little," he said softly.

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip and nodded.

Su Chen's movements were very gentle, but cleaning a wound is bound to hurt.

When the cloth touched the wound, Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly, but she didn't utter a sound, only biting her lips even tighter.

After cleaning the wound on his arm, Su Chen began to treat the scratch on his side.

His fingers inevitably touched Zhu Zhuqing's skin.

Her waist was slender, her skin smooth and delicate, and her muscles firm. She trembled slightly under Su Chen's touch.

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled violently, and her face flushed red.

Her cheeks turned red all the way down to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Su Chen, her heart pounding like a drum.

Su Chen dabbed the ointment on his fingers and gently applied it to her waist.

The ointment was cold, but his fingers were warm. The combination of these two temperatures made Zhu Zhuqing's body tremble slightly.

"Don't move," Su Chen said.

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, trying to stay still, but the blush on her face deepened.

Xiao Wu sat beside her, watching this scene, her lips pouting even more.

But she didn't say anything, she just silently handed over a clean strip of cloth.

Su Chen took the strip of cloth and bandaged Zhu Zhuqing's wound with practiced and gentle movements.

"Alright." He straightened up.

"Don't do any strenuous exercise these next few days, or the wound will reopen. Change the dressing on time and be careful not to get it wet."

Zhu Zhuqing pulled the blanket over herself and whispered, "Thank you... My name is Zhu Zhuqing."

"Su Chen".

A few days later, early morning.

Before the fog over Soto City had completely dissipated, Su Chen, Xiao Wu, Tang San, and Zhu Zhuqing had already left the Rose Hotel and headed towards Shrek Academy along the dirt road on the outskirts of the city.

Xiao Wu linked arms with Su Chen, her steps light and quick, humming an unknown tune.

Zhu Zhuqing walked on the other side of Su Chen, her black leather jacket gleaming in the morning light, outlining her voluptuous figure with distinct curves.

She occasionally glanced at Su Chen, her eyes gentle, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Tang San followed at the back with his bundle on his back, silently observing the subtle relationship between the three of them, and sighed in his heart: This journey to register feels even more dangerous than the Soul Hunting Forest.