92: Chapter 92 Those little devils deserve a good beating!

"Wuu... wuu-wuu... stop hitting me... I... I really submit..."

"...I really submit... I beg you... stop hitting me..."

Qiao Shiyu finally gave up all resistance and defiance, begging for mercy completely in a voice so hoarse and tearful it was almost unintelligible.

Lin Yun stopped, but he still held her down, his voice carrying a hint of scrutiny: "You really submit?"

"I... I submit... wuu-wuu... I really submit..."

Qiao Shiyu was sobbing so hard she was gasping for air, looking as if she had been fished out of water.

Her silver hair was damp and plastered to her forehead, her little face was flushed red from crying, and her eyes were swollen like peaches.

She looked as pitiful as one could possibly look, with not a shred of the authority of the Devil King she had displayed just moments ago.

Only then did Lin Yun truly release his grip.

Qiao Shiyu's legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Lin Yun was quick-witted and agile; he grabbed her, pulling her up and steadying her.

Qiao Shiyu shuddered all over in fright, thinking Lin Yun was going to hit her again, and looked up at him in terror.

But she saw that the cold, stern expression on Lin Yun's face had vanished, replaced by a kind of... calmness? And even a little bit of... gentleness?

He reached out and carefully adjusted her disheveled leather jacket collar and messy twin tails, his movements not particularly tender, but very earnest.

Qiao Shiyu stared at him blankly, her brain momentarily short-circuiting.

Lin Yun raised his hand and gently ruffled her messy silver hair, his voice softening: "Be good. As long as you don't go around reckless driving, cursing people, or bullying others like you did today, I won't hit you again."

"Re... really?"

Qiao Shiyu asked cautiously, her voice thick with nasal congestion and sobbing, her eyes still holding lingering fear and a shred of incredulous hope.

Lin Yun looked at her large, swollen, yet still beautiful eyes and nodded, his tone firm: "Really."

An inexplicable emotion, mixed with grievances, lingering fear, and... a little bit of warmth, welled up in Qiao Shiyu's heart.

She suddenly felt a sting in her nose, and her tears became hard to control again.

This man... it seems... when he hits people, he is a Devil King, but when he doesn't... he's not that scary? Maybe even... a little... gentle?

"What is your name?" Lin Yun asked.

"Qiao... Qiao Shiyu..." she replied in a low voice, still sounding hoarse.

"Qiao Shiyu..." Lin Yun repeated it, nodding.

"That's a beautiful name, just as pretty as you are."

"Silver hair with twin tails, very unique."

"If you could temper that fiery personality of yours and be a bit gentler, it would be even more perfect."

Qiao Shiyu was stunned for a moment and subconsciously let out an "Mm."

She realized what had happened immediately after, and an unnatural blush appeared on her face, unsure if it was from shyness or from crying earlier.

This was the first time someone had... after teaching her a lesson, praised her name and her looks?

"How old are you?" Lin Yun asked again.

"Just... just an adult." Qiao Shiyu answered honestly, her voice still very soft.

"Just an adult?" Lin Yun and Su Yingxue and the others beside him were stunned.

The women looked up and down at Qiao Shiyu's petite and exquisite figure, and her youthful, unblemished face.

It was hard to believe that this girl, who looked like a little loli, was actually already an adult?!

Lin Yun was also somewhat surprised and immediately used the System to check Qiao Shiyu's information.

[Ding!] [Name: Qiao Shiyu] [Cultivation: First-Stage Perfection] [Beauty Rating: 95] [Martial Arts Talent: Mystic Grade Low-Tier] [System Rating: Mystic Grade High-Tier] [Eligible for Marriage]

The System panel appeared clearly in Lin Yun's mind.

The last three words, "Eligible for Marriage," clearly and unmistakably proved that Qiao Shiyu was not lying—she was truly an adult!

The System had strict criteria for the age of "Eligible for Marriage" targets, so there could be no mistake.

Moreover, what shocked Lin Yun even more was her talent data!

Martial Arts Talent: Mystic Grade Low-Tier!

No wonder she could reach First-Stage Perfection at such a young age; this talent was truly astonishing!

It far exceeded any woman he had encountered before (Wen Yan was mystic grade mid-tier, but that was an exception).

System Final Rating: Mystic Grade High-Tier!

The same rating as Wen Yan!

Wen Yan was rated as Mystic Grade High-Tier based on her mystic grade mid-tier Martial Arts Talent and a Beauty Rating of 92.

While Qiao Shiyu's Martial Arts Talent was Mystic Grade Low-Tier, slightly worse than Wen Yan's.

Her high Beauty Rating of 95 forcibly pulled up her overall score, also reaching Mystic Grade High-Tier!

Lin Yun's heart was instantly filled with immense surprise!

He hadn't expected that just after arriving in Tianshui City, before even officially enrolling.

He would "run into" such a woman on campus whose talent, appearance, and rating were so perfectly in line with his requirements, and even far exceeded his expectations!

This was simply like a pie falling from the sky!

It seemed that his decision to come to Martial Arts University was indeed the most correct decision!

However, after the surprise, his reason quickly returned.

The current situation... seemed a bit awkward.

He had just pinned the young girl down and beaten her, making her cry for her parents and destroying her dignity.

The hostility level was probably maxed out.

Trying to "normally" pursue her, or even marry her home... the difficulty was not just average.

Furthermore, judging by Qiao Shiyu's arrogant and unreasonable temper, willing to kill at the slightest disagreement, her character had serious issues.

If her nature was hard to change, even if her talent was great, Lin Yun would not want to marry such a troublemaker home.

If she remained like this in the future, or even got worse, it would be better not to marry her at all.

"I need to use some methods, take it slow, can't rush."

Lin Yun instantly had a plan in mind.

Observe first, then guide, to see what the essence of this little Devil King really was, and if there was a possibility of correction.

If she was truly rotten wood that could not be carved, then he would just have to painfully give up this "Mystic Grade High-Tier" piece of fat.

His thoughts flashed through his mind, but Lin Yun remained calm on the surface, even revealing a slightly approving smile:

"Not bad. To be able to Cultivate to First-Stage Perfection at such a young age, your talent is truly impressive. However..."

He changed the subject, with a hint of teasing and encouragement.

"Still not as impressive as me."

"I am three years older than you, and I am already at Second-Stage Perfection."

"You, if you could spend the time and energy you use to bully others on serious martial arts Cultivation, perhaps you could be as impressive as me, or even faster."

"You... you are only three years older than me?"

Qiao Shiyu looked up in shock, her swollen eyes full of disbelief.

She had always thought that this man, who was ruthless and had a steady Aura, was at least seven or eight years older than her!

She didn't expect he was only three years older? And... Second-Stage Perfection?!

This Cultivation speed was even faster than her eighth brother, whom she admired the most and considered a natural-born genius!

"That's right, three years older." Lin Yun nodded.

"Your talent is not bad, and your foundation is good; it's just that your mind hasn't been used in the right place. If you can settle down, it's not impossible to make rapid progress."

Qiao Shiyu's eyes lit up; she was genuinely tempted.

She had always had a nemesis whose talent was similar to hers, but who was more hardworking and always kept her suppressed.

If... if she could really be the first to reach the Second-Stage, or even Second-Stage Perfection...

Wouldn't she be able to step on the other person in return?