Chapter 147: Hand Over the Person
A group of figures marched imposingly outside the Heavenly One Academy, all carrying a chill in their demeanor as they headed straight for the academy's main gate.
The leader was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, his face bearing a mask of authority, exuding an air of domineering coldness. Behind him followed a crowd that included members of the Bai family, who had appeared in the Prison Fighting Arena that day.
Moreover, among the Bai family's group was a man wearing a golden mask. His hands were tightly wrapped, and the eyes beneath the mask seemed to come from the abyss, filled with venomous malice.
At that moment, two figures flickered and blocked the arched gate of the academy, shouting, "Heavenly One Academy: non-disciples are not allowed to set foot here."
The blue-shirted middle-aged man stared straight ahead, taking a step forward as his long hair stirred without any wind.
"Scram!"
A low, deep voice rumbled from the blue-shirted man's mouth. His blue shirt fluttered slightly, and the two guards blocking the gate were sent flying backward, their hearts trembling with shock.
"Mysterious Martial Realm!"
A Mysterious Martial Realm expert had forcibly barged into the Heavenly One Academy.
Watching the group step into the academy, the two guards stood up, exchanged a glance, and then flickered away in the same direction.
This Mysterious Martial Realm expert had come with ill intent.
The blue-shirted man and his group marched imposingly. Before long, an ancient castle appeared not far ahead—it was the castle where the General Star System and others resided.
"Stop right there."
Shouts rang out as figures flickered. Moments later, many silhouettes appeared before the blue-shirted man and his group.
The blue-shirted man frowned slightly and said coldly, "Get out of the way."
"Who are you? Don't you know that outsiders are not allowed in the Heavenly One Academy?" one of the arriving figures stepped forward and said coldly to the blue-shirted man.
The blue-shirted man swept his sharp gaze over them, glanced coldly at the speaker, and said, "Find someone who can speak with authority."
"May I ask who you are, and what business you have at my Heavenly One Academy?" At that moment, a calm voice rang out. From behind the Heavenly One Academy crowd, a man in a blue robe slowly walked forward, looking at the blue-shirted man.
"I'm here to ask for a few people," the blue-shirted man said coldly.
"Ask for people?" The blue-robed man sneered. "I haven't even charged you with trespassing into my academy, and you're asking me for people?"
"Hmph." The blue-shirted man sneered, waving his hand. A flash of light shot out, causing the blue-robed man's eyes to narrow. His palm trembled slightly as he caught the light in his palm and glanced at it.
Seeing the object in his hand, the blue-robed man's expression shifted slightly.
"You say outsiders can't set foot in the Heavenly One Academy, but I want to ask you: your academy's people took two of my slave martial artists from my territory and killed my Prison Fighting Arena personnel. Explain that to me."
The blue-shirted man's tone was domineering, his voice authoritative, carrying an oppressive force.
"Today, if you don't hand over those two slave martial artists and the troublemaker, I'll make a scene even in the Heavenly One Academy."
The blue-robed man's face turned ugly. He was a teacher at the Heavenly One Academy, holding a respectable position, but seeing the jade token in his hand, he understood that this man was not someone he could suppress.
Moreover, the power behind this man was not something he could afford to offend.
"Who is the troublemaker?" the blue-robed man asked.
"Your academy's General Star System members: Lin Feng and Wen Aoxue."
"Wen Aoxue?" The blue-robed man frowned, but the blue-shirted man continued, "The main instigator is Lin Feng. I can overlook Wen Aoxue, but Lin Feng and the two slave martial artists—the Heavenly One Academy must hand them over to me."
Although the blue-shirted man was domineering, he still excluded Wen Aoxue, showing that even he was unwilling to offend her.
The blue-shirted man knew his own status well; the Heavenly One Academy would not hand over Wen Aoxue, and he dared not demand it.
"Go to the castle and summon Lin Feng and the two slave martial artists," the blue-robed man said flatly.
Someone immediately acknowledged the order and headed toward the castle.
The blue-shirted man finally showed a satisfied expression. Behind him, the masked figure's eyes beneath the mask grew even more sinister and cold.
Inside the castle, in Lin Feng's residence, Lin Feng was cultivating and recuperating in his room when a faint rumbling sound reached him, causing his closed eyes to snap open.
"Lin Feng, come out."
A shout came, making Lin Feng's eyes narrow. How rude. The Heavenly One Academy had rules: without permission, no one was allowed to trespass into another's dwelling.
But now, someone had directly pushed open the stone chamber door and was shouting in the courtyard. Such behavior was disrespectful to the chamber's owner, even humiliating.
Standing up, Lin Feng stretched his body. Thanks to taking pills and recovering for a few days, his injuries had improved considerably.
Stepping out of the room, Lin Feng looked at the visitor, who stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, looking quite at ease. This person was also a disciple of the Heavenly One Academy.
"You're Lin Feng?"
The visitor scanned Lin Feng and said flatly.
"Something?" Lin Feng noticed the arrogance in the other's eyes, frowned, and asked coldly.
"You don't know your place. You think befriending Wen Aoxue lets you act recklessly—not only daring to challenge Black Demon but also using Wen Aoxue's influence to storm the Prison Fighting Arena. A dog relying on its master's power."
The man looked down on Lin Feng. It was said that when Black Demon came to find Lin Feng last time, Wen Aoxue was there to stop Black Demon's revenge. And this time, when the Prison Fighting Arena people came to demand an explanation, Lin Feng was again with Wen Aoxue. So he believed Lin Feng was completely relying on Wen Aoxue's influence to act recklessly.
"Now, take the two slaves you brought out of the Prison Fighting Arena and follow me. Someone wants to see you."
With that, the man turned and stepped out of the stone chamber.
"Wait."
Just as he was about to leave, Lin Feng's mouth uttered two faint words, making the man stop and turn back, looking at Lin Feng coldly. "Something else?"
"You seem to have forgotten something, haven't you?" Lin Feng asked coldly.
"Forgotten something?" The man frowned, then shook his head. "No."
"You forgot," Lin Feng emphasized, making the man's expression turn cold. "Are you messing with me?"
"I don't have that kind of time," Lin Feng sneered. "I'll set aside your verbal insults for now, but you trespassed into my dwelling without permission. Don't you think you owe me an apology?"
"Apology?" The man showed a mocking expression, then stepped forward, ignoring Lin Feng, and headed straight for the stone gate.
But at that moment, a chilling cold suddenly descended upon him, locking onto him firmly, making his gaze tremble and his steps involuntarily halt.
Turning around, the man saw Lin Feng slowly walking toward him, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness.
"What do you want?"
"Come as you please, leave as you please, without even a word. You're a bit too presumptuous, aren't you?"
As Lin Feng stepped forward, his aura surged, growing stronger.
The man froze, his body stiffening. Such a cold aura—he was no match for Lin Feng.
"I'm here on behalf of the academy's teacher. Come with me," the man said, his face hardening as he invoked the teacher, trying to sound tough, though his voice betrayed a lack of confidence.
"I'll naturally go with you, but you trespassed into my dwelling and insulted me. If I let you walk out like this, won't others laugh at me, Lin Feng, for being incompetent and letting anyone bully me?"
With that, Lin Feng's body trembled as he stepped forward. An overwhelming icy coldness spread out, freezing the entire space.
The man's heart shuddered. Then, he saw Lin Feng's palm strike toward him, white frost accompanying the wind.
"Ha!" The man let out a low shout, meeting the attack with a punch, unleashing a fierce, rigid wind.
But the moment his fist touched Lin Feng's palm, he felt a sharp energy cutting through his rigid fist, sending a sharp pain through his arm.
"Get out!" Lin Feng shouted, spitting out the words. The man's body was instantly frozen by the cold, blasted out of the stone gate, covered in a layer of white frost.
"A Spirit Martial Realm, Third Layer waste dares to be so arrogant," Lin Feng mocked coldly. "Wait outside. If you dare take a single step away, I'll cripple your cultivation."