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TDG: Ultimate Villain - Ch 26 Showing off. Desire to get stronger.
🕑 Added 2025-05-01 20:23:08 +0000 UTCSeeing the stunned expressions and hushed whispers spreading like wildfire throughout the classroom, Shen Fei smirked lazily.
Still lounging in his seat, he spoke in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, though it carried an effortless arrogance.
“Although my cultivation has indeed reached the gold rank,” he began, resting his chin on one hand, “the inscription pattern I just demonstrated is only silver-ranked. And yet… its power is more than enough to burn a gold-ranked demon beast to ashes.”
His words sent another ripple of shock through the class.
He casually continued, not even glancing at the crowd. “There are several among you in this so-called genius class who have already reached the silver rank as Demon Spiritualists. With some effort, mastering that inscription shouldn’t be difficult.”
Then, his voice took on a sharper edge—mocking, cold.
“So perhaps, dear teacher, next time you’ll consider teaching us something meaningful, rather than wasting our time on third-rate inscription patterns that can’t even kill a proper bronze-ranked demon beast.”
Gasps and awkward silence followed his taunt. Some students looked between Ye Zheren and Shen Fei, unsure whether to laugh or stay absolutely still. No one dared to speak first.
With a satisfied yawn, Shen Fei leaned forward on his desk, resting his head on his arms—and immediately resumed staring at Huyan Lanrou’s figure.
His crimson eyes swept over her pink hair, her proud, well-endowed chest, and that soft, heart-shaped ass he could imagine in too many positions. He let himself enjoy the view in silence.
Huyan Lanrou, meanwhile, was still frozen in place. She hadn’t expected… any of this.
Even she had to admit that what Shen Fei had shown just now—his control over soul force, his understanding of inscription patterns, his overwhelming talent—was real.
But the awe she felt didn’t melt even a drop of the icy disgust in her chest.
No. It only deepened her confusion… and curiosity.
‘He was only bronze rank when the holiday began two months ago,’ she thought, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed his sleeping form. ‘Now he's gold ranked… with soul forming mastery? That shouldn't be possible.’
Her gaze lingered on his sleeping face—serene, confident, and far too attractive for someone so rotten inside.
‘Still ogling me like I’m his property. No… I have to find a way to teach this bastard a lesson. And… maybe discover the secret behind his rapid rise.’
Her lips curled into a faint smirk of her own.
At the front of the class, Teacher Ye Zheren had clenched his fists again. Rage simmered behind his eyes. He had just begun to turn and rebuke Shen Fei when he realized the boy had already dozed off—again.
He glared at Shen Fei’s sleeping form, seething.
‘Forget it,’ he grumbled in his mind. ‘If I wake him up now, he'll just mock me again for teaching “trashy” content. Let the brat sleep.’
Suppressing his pride, he resumed the lecture, though the rest of the class barely paid attention.
When the lesson finally ended and Ye Zheren left the room, the classroom remained filled with buzzing voices.
No one stood up.
Instead, students gathered in small clusters, whispering animatedly about what they had witnessed—about Shen Fei’s shocking rise in cultivation, his impossible mastery of soul forming, and the breathtaking fire-dragon inscription that had left even their teacher speechless.
Some continued to sneak glances toward him—still asleep, his breathing even, lips slightly curved into a faint smirk.
The girls were no exception.
Though many had previously kept their distance from him, now they found themselves stealing shy looks at his sleeping profile. The sharp jawline, those pale lips, the unruly dark red hair falling over his closed eyes—it was unfair.
‘So handsome,’ one girl thought as her heart skipped. ‘Why is someone like him so cruel? If only he weren’t… like that…’
Another sighed softly. ‘Such talent… such strength. Even if he’s twisted, he’s undeniably… something.’
The reputation Shen Fei once had—lecherous, cruel, arrogant—began to blur slightly in the wake of his sheer overwhelming strength and potential.
No one was talking about his past scandals now. All attention was on his power, his potential… and the unknown future he represented.
Yet even then, no one dared to wake him.
Until—
Chen Linjian stood up.
As the direct heir of the Divine Family—one of the three major families alongside the Sacred and Snow Wind Families—he alone held equal status to Shen Fei.
He walked calmly toward the back of the room, every step drawing the eyes of curious classmates. His gaze remained cool and unreadable as he approached Shen Fei’s desk.
Standing beside him, Chen Linjian leaned down and reached out, placing a hand on Shen Fei’s shoulder.
He gave it a light shake.
“Wake up, Shen Fei,” he said in a low but clear tone. “You’re causing a stir.”
Shen Fei opened his eyes as soon as Chen Linjian touched his shoulder. His gaze was calm, steady—no drowsiness at all.
He hadn't been sleeping.
He had been cultivating.
And what no one in the class knew was that the statement he made earlier—that he was a gold-ranked Demon Spiritualist—was a lie.
In truth, Shen Fei was already a 2-star Black Gold-ranked Demon Spiritualist, a realm that placed him far beyond any genius in Glory City.
In fact, not long ago, after teleporting outside the city multiple times to battle demon beasts in the wild, he had discovered his new limits.
When his cultivation had just reached Black Gold rank, he was already capable of killing Legend-ranked demon beasts.
With the strength he now possessed, Shen Fei was confident—even among legends, he might already be invincible.
Yet, at this moment, he hadn’t been cultivating his soul force. Instead, he was refining his body.
His Supreme Body Forging Technique—already evolved multiple times—was now a terrifying powerhouse of its own.
While everyone assumed he was asleep during class, Shen Fei had been silently circulating the technique, converting all of his vast soul force into physical strength.
This process had temporarily dropped his cultivation from 2-star Black Gold to 1-star Gold rank, but in exchange, his physical body had reached the peak of Gold-rank body forging, bordering on myth.
He could now slay a Legend-ranked demon beast with sheer physical force alone, without even drawing on his soul force.
‘The current level of this technique is insane… To think it can allow me to kill a Legend-ranked beast with just my body, even when my cultivation has dropped to gold rank. This is only one of its minor upgrades…’ Shen Fei mused inwardly as he sat up.
The impurities in his body had been completely erased—not expelled, as most techniques required, but directly annihilated within. This was a passive effect now, after the technique’s multiple evolutions.
‘And this is just the beginning… Endless stamina, enhanced regeneration, continuous refinement. Every activation improves me. A perpetual cycle… I’ll become truly invincible.’
He turned toward Chen Linjian with calm disinterest.
“What is it, Chen Linjian?” he asked, voice smooth, eyes cold.
Chen Linjian smiled, though slightly awkward. “Shen Fei, class is over. You can go now. No one’s left yet—they’re still talking about you.”
Shen Fei yawned. “What does that have to do with me? They can stay or go. I’ll leave when I want to.”
He stood up slowly and dusted off his sleeves. “If you have something to say, then say it. If not, I’m going.”
Chen Linjian hesitated, then grinned. “Actually… you were only at bronze rank two months ago. Everyone saw it. How the hell did you become gold-ranked so quickly? You skipped silver entirely.”
Shen Fei’s eyes narrowed slightly but said nothing.
Chen Linjian continued, “If you're willing to share the method that helped you improve so fast… I’ll give you anything you want. If not, forget I asked.”
Shen Fei replied lazily, not missing a beat. “I found a technique that matched my soul form and attributes from books written in the language of the Woodland Empire. After practicing it, I became stronger quickly.”
It was a clean lie—but believable.
In truth, the technique he practiced—like the Supreme Body Forging Technique—was his own creation, forged by merging countless ancient and modern cultivation manuals, extracting their essence and discarding their flaws.
Through continuous evolution, it had become a flawless foundation for his meteoric rise.
There was no way he would hand it over.
Chen Linjian, however, brightened at Shen Fei’s answer. “You’re incredible! You can even read lost languages?! Then can you help me find a technique that matches me?”
He blinked, then added, “Also, what exactly are soul forms and attributes?”
His words weren’t just overheard—they echoed.
The classroom, already abuzz, fell into utter silence for a second—then exploded with whispers.
“Did he say Shen Fei can read lost languages?”
“Chen Linjian asked Shen Fei to help him find a technique?!”
“Does Shen Fei have superior cultivation methods?!”
They whispered frantically, eyes wide with growing awe.
Shen Fei calmly looked around and said, “Come find me in four or five hours. Bring an unused soul crystal. I’ll be in the library.”
Without waiting for another word, he turned and left the room.
The moment the door closed behind him, the classroom erupted.
“Do you think he really has a method that increases cultivation so fast?!”
“That’s the only way to explain how strong he’s become!”
“What’s the soul crystal for? Isn’t it just for testing soul force?”
More and more students grew curious, restless, and excited. The mystery around Shen Fei now towered like a mountain none of them could ignore.
Meanwhile, Huyan Lanrou approached Chen Linjian, placing her hands firmly on her hips. Her pink hair shimmered, and her generous chest swelled proudly as she leaned in.
“Alright,” she demanded, “what were you talking about with that bastard Shen Fei?”
Chen Linjian wasn’t bothered by her tone. He knew her well—arrogant, mischievous, proud—but never truly malicious. Their families were close, and they had grown up together.
He explained everything without hiding a thing.
Huyan Lanrou stayed quiet afterward, thoughtful. She stared toward the classroom door Shen Fei had exited through.
Then she puffed up her chest and declared, “How can you trust that scum so easily? Hmph. I’ve decided—I’m going with you.”
She patted his shoulder and spun on her heel, heading toward her dormitory to rest.
“There’s still a few hours left,” she called back, “but I’m not letting you meet him alone.”
Meanwhile, Shen Fei had already arrived at the library.
He returned to the section he had been exploring earlier and resumed his reading, pulling ancient books from shelves and absorbing their contents at lightning speed.
One book after another, shelf after shelf—his hunger for knowledge was endless. He was completely immersed, his eyes flicking rapidly across pages, devouring every word.
As the appointed hour approached, his calm anticipation built quietly in the back of his mind.
‘Let’s see what kind of soul forms they have. Maybe I’ll gain something useful from this.’
…….
The massive doors of the Holy Orchid Academy library creaked open again as Chen Linjian stepped inside, followed closely by Huyan Lanrou.
Her arms were crossed beneath her ample chest, her steps graceful yet firm, long pink hair swaying with every motion. Her expression was as proud and arrogant as ever—but her sharp eyes scanned the rows of towering bookshelves with a glint of caution.
The library was quiet. Peaceful. A stark contrast to the buzzing class they had left behind.
They didn’t need to look long.
Near the center of the vast hall, beneath one of the ornate windows letting in shafts of late afternoon light, sat Shen Fei—completely at ease.
He was at a wide study table, one leg crossed over the other, his robe sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. A faint wisp of steam curled from the delicate porcelain teacup in his hand. His posture was relaxed, and his expression calm, even lazy.
The librarian—a boy from one of the minor noble families—stood beside him, respectfully pouring fresh tea from an elegant pot.
Lanrou’s brow twitched.
‘So he really does act like a scum wherever he goes,’ she thought with irritation.
She narrowed her eyes and approached with a scoff. “So that’s what brought the great Shen Fei, playboy of the Sacred Family, all the way to the library.”
Her tone was light but biting. “Not for knowledge… but to drink tea.”
Shen Fei didn’t even glance at her.
He took another sip of his tea, exhaled slowly, and then looked directly at Chen Linjian.
“Soul crystal?” he asked, ignoring Lanrou as if she were air.
Chen Linjian, who was already expecting that reaction, reached into his pouch and retrieved a small, pristine soul crystal. Its translucent surface shimmered faintly with ethereal light—it was newly bought, untouched, unused.
“Here,” he said, presenting it respectfully.
Shen Fei set down his teacup without haste. “Inject your soul force into it.”
His voice was calm, steady.
Both Chen Linjian and Huyan Lanrou tensed slightly. The moment felt strangely serious.
Chen took a deep breath, then held the soul crystal in his palm. Closing his eyes briefly, he began channeling his soul force into the crystal, a faint glow beginning to pulse from its core.
Shen Fei leaned back slightly, red eyes sharpening, watching intently.
Huyan Lanrou stood beside Chen Linjian, arms still folded, but her earlier mockery had faded into silence.
Her pink brows furrowed slightly as her eyes locked onto Shen Fei’s profile.
He looked… completely composed.
Seated at the center of the library like it was his private study, sipping tea without a care in the world, he didn’t spare her even a glance—like her presence was beneath his attention. It infuriated her.
‘This bastard. Ignoring me like I’m not even worth looking at,’ she fumed.
But even as she scowled, her sharp gaze couldn’t help but drift to his face. His long lashes cast shadows across his sharp cheekbones.
The faint steam of the tea swirled around him like a halo. The way he leaned back in his chair, exuding silent confidence…
He looked nothing like the reckless, arrogant scum she remembered from before the academy holiday.
And yet, he was.
She hadn’t forgotten anything.
The rumors. The confirmed whispers. The way Xiao Ning’er had changed after being betrothed to him. The girls who disappeared for days—returning quieter, more obedient, like something inside them had broken.
Shen Fei was filth in silk robes. Rotten power behind a pretty face.
And yet…
‘Why does he feel… different?’ she thought, grinding her teeth softly. ‘No. That fire dragon from class. That was real. That wasn’t arrogance or showmanship. That was power.’
She glanced at the crystal in Chen Linjian’s hand as it began to glow with his soul force. Shen Fei was watching calmly, analyzing every flicker of light within the crystal with eyes like knives. Cold. Focused.
‘What are you really up to, Shen Fei?’ she thought.
Her gaze shifted back to his face.
‘You were only bronze rank two months ago. Now you can create inscription patterns stronger than our teacher, and you can soul form. Do you think I’ll believe that nonsense about finding a random technique in a forgotten language?’
Her eyes narrowed.
‘I’ll find out the truth. You may be stronger now, but don’t think I’m afraid of you. If I have to seduce, manipulate, or threaten to learn your secret—I’ll do it.’
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