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TDG: Ultimate Villain - Ch 19 Exam passed. Reward for the bet with Yang Xin.
🕑 Added 2025-04-23 15:30:53 +0000 UTCShen Fei didn’t waste a single moment. Without hesitation, he dipped his brush into ink and began filling out the examination sheets that Alchemist Huang had prepared for him.
The room was wrapped in an oppressive silence. The only sound that echoed within the chamber was the smooth, steady glide of his brush against parchment—crisp strokes forming characters at an astonishing pace.
He didn’t just provide textbook answers. With sharp insight and unwavering confidence, he subtly refined several responses, offering more accurate and modern interpretations.
However, he deliberately held back from writing anything too profound. He had no intention of causing a stir that might rattle the fragile pride of the alchemists of Glory City. Instead, he offered knowledge just a notch above their standard—advanced, yet digestible to those with a keen enough mind.
Meanwhile, Alchemist Huang stood with his arms folded, watching closely. His brows furrowed the longer he observed.
‘Hmph. I thought he might be a real genius,’ Huang thought with a snort of derision. ‘After all, why would the Sacred Family’s young master bother showing up at the Alchemist Association unless he had some ulterior motive? But look at him—scribbling away without pause as if he's just trying to impress Director Yang Xin. With his reputation as a debauched playboy, this must be nothing more than a shallow performance.’
Shaking his head slightly in disappointment, Huang continued watching with reserved patience. Minutes passed.
Then—twenty minutes after the exam began—Shen Fei set down his brush and broke the silence.
“Elder Huang,” he called out calmly, “I’ve finished. Would you mind reviewing my answers?”
Huang blinked, caught off guard by how quickly the youth had completed the test. Masking his skepticism with politeness, he responded, “There’s still plenty of time left. Why don’t you go over it once more? Better to be safe than sorry, Nephew Shen Fei.”
“No need,” Shen Fei replied smoothly, his tone steady and confident. “I’ve already reviewed everything. These are my final answers.”
A quiet sigh escaped Huang’s lips. He walked over to Shen Fei’s desk with a neutral expression, collected the answer sheets without a word, and returned to his seat. He sat down, expecting nothing more than a waste of ink.
But the moment his eyes skimmed over the first page, his demeanor changed.
The indifference on his face gave way to a flash of surprise.
His brows rose.
His eyes widened.
As he read further, shock began to take hold. The answers weren’t just correct—they introduced insights and refinements that even he, a seasoned alchemist of decades, had never seen articulated so precisely. Some responses hinted at alchemical methods that were only recently being theorized among high-ranking circles—far beyond what should be within the reach of a young man from Glory City.
‘Could this all be true?’ he wondered, flipping to the next page with a trembling hand. ‘These ideas… they’re not only feasible, they’re brilliant. And he wrote them down as casually as if they were common knowledge?’
Huang’s heart pounded. He couldn’t sit still any longer.
Without another word, he stood up in a flurry, the chair scraping against the floor, startlingly loud in the quiet room. Clutching the papers, he turned toward the door.
“Nephew Shen Fei’s answers are... extraordinary,” he said, voice thick with disbelief. “Wait here. I must show these to the other elders.”
He rushed out, leaving the door half-open in his haste.
A slow smirk curled across Shen Fei’s lips as he watched the elder vanish down the corridor.
‘Hook, line, and sinker,’ he thought. ‘Now let’s see how many bigger fish come swimming once those papers make their rounds.’
………
Meanwhile, Alchemist Huang arrived at Director Yang Xin’s office, practically sprinting through the hallway. He burst into the room without so much as a knock—an action that would normally be considered highly disrespectful. But in his current state of excitement and urgency, such formalities were the last thing on his mind.
Yang Xin, seated at her desk, was carefully sorting through a stack of documents when the door flew open. Startled, she looked up sharply. Her narrowed eyes flashed with displeasure, giving her an air of stern authority—yet, perhaps unintentionally, the slight irritation in her expression only added to her already captivating allure.
“Master Huang,” she said coolly, her voice laced with annoyance, “what’s the meaning of this? Why are you barging in like this?”
Without a word, Alchemist Huang stepped forward and held out a stack of test papers with both hands, his breathing uneven, eyes filled with anticipation.
Yang Xin raised an eyebrow but took the papers nonetheless. She gave him one last disapproving glance before settling into her chair and glancing at the name on top.
“Shen Fei?”
The moment her eyes scanned the first page, her expression shifted. She leaned in, flipping through each sheet faster and faster, her calm and composed demeanor dissolving into disbelief.
“How... how is this possible?” she muttered under her breath. “These answers… this depth… this clarity...”
She sat still for a moment, trying to process the magnitude of what she was reading. Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up with excitement.
“This level of insight... he’s not just a passing apprentice alchemist. He’s a true prodigy!”
She stood up abruptly, the papers still in her hands.
“Such a genius cannot be allowed to slip through our fingers. Master Huang, bring Shen Fei to the conference hall immediately. I’m going to notify President Gu Yan.”
With that, she hurried out, her usual elegance replaced by unrestrained urgency. So caught up was she in the thrill of the discovery that she completely forgot about the wager she had placed earlier with Shen Fei—forgot that if he passed, she had promised herself to him in a moment of overconfidence.
And not only had he passed… with this level of mastery, he might very well be elevated to the same rank as her—an Alchemist Master—perhaps even surpass her in time, with potential to become a Grandmaster in just a few years.
Alchemist Huang, just as exhilarated, turned on his heels and rushed out as well.
……
Back in the examination room, Alchemist Huang returned briskly and motioned toward Shen Fei.
“Nephew Shen Fei,” he said with unexpected respect in his tone, “please follow me.”
Shen Fei stood without a word, his calm and collected expression unchanged. He followed Huang through the grand halls of the Alchemist Association, eventually arriving at a large, ornate conference chamber.
The room was vast, lit by hanging crystal lamps. A large circular table stood at the center, lined with high-backed chairs arranged meticulously around its edge. The walls were covered with bulletin boards cluttered with parchment scrolls, diagrams, and pinned notes.
Noticing Shen Fei’s gaze sweeping across the boards, Alchemist Huang took the opportunity to explain.
“These boards,” he said, “contain problems and bottlenecks alchemists encounter during their refinement or research. Anyone who believes they can offer a solution is welcome to post their answers. The responses are then verified and debated by other alchemists. Director Yang Xin and President Gu Yan themselves occasionally contribute when they find time.”
Shen Fei’s eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the collection of unsolved problems, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
‘This is the perfect time to show off,’ he mused.
Shen Fei wasted no time. He picked up a brush from the table and began writing down solutions to the numerous alchemical problems posted on the bulletin boards.
Alchemist Huang was taken aback. His initial instinct was to stop the young man—after all, these weren’t ordinary questions. Many of them had been unresolved for decades, their complexities eluding even experienced alchemists. How could someone so young expect to answer them accurately?
But as he leaned in and began reading what Shen Fei had written, Huang froze. His doubts vanished, replaced by stunned fascination.
Each stroke of Shen Fei’s brush revealed clarity, precision, and a depth of knowledge that defied his age. Soon, Huang forgot all about stopping him—he was completely engrossed, his eyes scanning over solution after solution in growing awe.
Minutes slipped by. Shen Fei remained composed, his hand steady as he wrote answer after answer, brushing through even the oldest, most perplexing problems without pause.
After nearly twenty minutes, he finally put the brush down.
Every question pinned on the board had been answered. Not just answered—but addressed with such comprehensiveness and insight that even seasoned alchemists would struggle to match.
As he turned around, a faint, knowing smile played at the corner of his lips.
“Oh? Director Yang Xin. President Gu Yan,” he said, feigning surprise as if he’d only just noticed their presence.
In truth, he had sensed them enter long before, their presence easily detectable through his divine sense. He had even noted their expressions—Yang Xin’s wide-eyed disbelief, and the subtle shift in President Gu Yan’s usually composed demeanor as they read the bulletin board.
“Haha, Nephew Shen Fei is indeed a rare genius,” President Gu Yan said with a warm smile. His face was aged, lined with years of wisdom, and his long white hair was tied back neatly. His eyes, however, remained sharp, gleaming with intelligence and quiet admiration. “Brother Shen Hong must be proud. A true dragon has risen from the Sacred Family.”
Shen Fei offered a respectful nod, his voice calm and steady. “President, may I ask… does this mean I’ve passed the Alchemist Apprentice exam?”
“Hahaha!” President Gu Yan chuckled heartily. “Passed? My boy, based on the content of your test papers and the answers you’ve written on the board, you’ve already surpassed the apprentice level by a wide margin. In fact, you’ve demonstrated the qualifications of an Alchemist Master.”
Gasps rippled quietly among the few alchemists who had gathered to verify the answers.
Gu Yan continued, “Of course, we must still verify the accuracy of your responses—especially those on the bulletin board. That will take four to five hours. If everything checks out, we will formally grant you the Alchemist Master badge.”
Before Shen Fei could respond, Yang Xin stepped forward with a graceful smile, her voice soft and playful. “Brother Shen Fei, why not come wait in my office instead? It’s far more comfortable than spending hours with a bunch of old men.”
She gave him a subtle wink, her tone light but suggestive.
Shen Fei grinned. “Of course, Sister Yang Xin. I’d be honored.”
“Haha, go ahead,” Gu Yan chuckled. “Young people can always find better ways to talk alchemy than us old folks. We’ll handle the verification here.”
The president and the other senior alchemists settled into their seats, distributing the board questions among themselves for review. A few others were summoned to assist in verifying the problems, and soon the hall buzzed with activity.
As Shen Fei followed Yang Xin through the quiet corridors of the Alchemist Association, the distant buzz of scholarly debate in the conference hall slowly faded behind them.
The click of her heels echoed softly with each step, and the sway of her hips beneath her form-fitting robe was hypnotic. The curve of her body beneath the fine alchemist garb seemed more pronounced than ever, as though she was fully aware of the effect she had—and was enjoying every second of it.
Her hair, tied up in a loose bun, exposed the slender arc of her neck. Occasionally, she would glance over her shoulder, a playful smirk on her lips, her eyes lingering a little too long—almost as if daring Shen Fei to act.
By the time they arrived at her office, Shen Fei’s calm demeanor was beginning to mask the fire building within him.
Yang Xin opened the door and gestured for him to enter.
“Come in. Make yourself comfortable,” she said, her voice soft, but filled with layered meaning. She walked inside with the elegance of a courtesan and the pride of a master—her figure silhouetted against the warm glow of the lantern light.
The office was spacious yet cozy. Shelves lined the walls, overflowing with alchemical scrolls, manuals, and rare herbs in crystal jars. At the center stood a low table with cushions, and beside it, a finely carved desk with several documents arranged in neat stacks.
Yang Xin walked to the table and slowly removed her outer robe, revealing a more revealing inner layer beneath—tight, sleeveless, and with a daring neckline that hinted at the generous curves hidden beneath.
She sat gracefully, crossing one leg over the other as the hem of her robe slid up just enough to reveal the smooth, pale skin of her thigh.
“Well, Master Shen Fei,” she said teasingly, resting her chin on her palm, “since you're on the verge of becoming my peer... I suppose I should welcome you more personally.”
Shen Fei smiled, his gaze sharp yet controlled. He stepped forward, sitting opposite her with effortless poise. “Is this how the Association treats all new Masters?”
Yang Xin chuckled, the sound low and seductive. “Only the rare ones. Only those who… captivate my attention.”
She leaned forward slightly, and the soft swell of her chest drew his gaze. “You’ve surprised all of us, Shen Fei. Including me. I didn’t think the young master of the Sacred Family was hiding such a sharp, disciplined mind.”
“You sound almost disappointed, after all, you have lost the bet,” he replied with a playful edge.
“Not disappointed,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup. “Intrigued. Excited, even.”
Her foot brushed lightly against his beneath the table.
Shen Fei met her gaze without hesitation. “Then allow me to show you just how much more I’ve been hiding.”
The room thickened with tension—unspoken, electric.
Yang Xin reached behind her, pulling the pin from her hair, letting her long, silken strands fall over her shoulders. She leaned back slightly, her robe shifting with her movement to reveal more of her thigh.
“I wonder…” she murmured, eyes narrowing. “Does your mastery in alchemy extend to… more physical refinements?”
Shen Fei stood slowly and walked around the table toward her. Her eyes never left his. When he reached her, he extended a hand.
She accepted it with grace, letting him pull her to her feet.
Their bodies stood just inches apart.
“Sister Yang Xin,” Shen Fei whispered, his breath hot against her ear, each word dripping with desire, “according to our bet… now that I’ve won, I’m entitled to massage your body to my heart’s content. Whether it’s those heavenly breasts of yours… or that perfect ass that’s been swaying temptingly in front of me all day…”
His lips brushed her skin as he chuckled lowly.
“…I think both could use a deep, thorough massage. Maybe even a few playful smacks.”
His hand slid boldly down and grabbed a firm handful of her ass, squeezing it with dominance and hunger. Yang Xin’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Mmmh…”
Their bodies pressed together, hot and breathless. The air around them grew heavy, thick with desire. Shen Fei’s hands roamed over her curves with open reverence, his fingers kneading the supple softness of her backside, savoring the way it molded under his grip.
He leaned in again, his voice a seductive murmur, “Are you ready to accept your loss… and receive the most exquisite massage of your life?”
Before she could answer, he claimed her mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss—his lips crashing against hers with undeniable need. Their tongues intertwined in a slow, wet battle as his hands moved with practiced confidence, slipping beneath the folds of her robe.
One hand cupped her breast, fingers sinking into the plush mound and molding it with deliberate slowness. He massaged and teased it, reshaping it in his palm, as if testing just how soft it could become.
“Mmh…” Yang Xin’s muffled moans vibrated against his lips, her body squirming between his arms.
As their kiss deepened, Shen Fei’s other hand traveled lower, gripping her ass again as he ground his hips forward. Her slitted dress had shifted, baring her smooth thighs to him. He pressed his hardened cock between them, slowly humping against her softness, savoring the friction.
The heat between them burned hotter with every passing second. Her breath grew ragged, her body pliant in his grasp—submitting not just to the terms of a bet, but to the undeniable chemistry igniting between them.
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