Chapter 181: Snow Moon's Challenge
Nanshan stood motionless, simply watching Second Prince Duan Wuya leave. Then, another voice drifted over from ahead.
"Also, Lin Feng's identity can probably no longer be concealed. Find an opportunity to leak the news to that side. Since they'll find out sooner or later, we might as well take the first step. Additionally, Lin Feng has offended quite a few people. Arrange an identity for him so others understand that he is my man."
Nanshan nodded indifferently, admiration in his heart. A trace of emotion flickered in his eyes. The Imperial Duan Clan—an era that produced two such extraordinary talents. Whether this was a blessing or a curse remained to be seen.
The First Prince, Duan Wudao, was overwhelmingly domineering, his strength terrifying. Whoever stood in his way, he killed without hesitation. His word was law. Ranked first among the Eight Young Masters, there was no one who did not fear him.
The Second Prince, Duan Wuya, was ambitious, naturally intelligent, and extremely formidable. His talent was equally unmatched. Though a few years younger than the First Prince, he too was ranked among the Eight Young Masters.
In the conversation between Duan Wuya and Nanshan, they had never once considered whether Yu Chou would kill Lin Feng. It was as if Duan Wuya had already determined that Yu Chou did not dare to kill him—and could not possibly do so.
And the facts proved exactly as Duan Wuya had predicted. Yu Chou's gaze was icy as he stared at Lin Feng, but in the end, he did not make a move. He flicked his sleeves and left.
Seeing Yu Chou's departure, the crowd breathed a sigh of relief. They had actually been tense for Lin Feng.
The two young men beside Yu Chou cast cold glances at Lin Feng, then likewise lifted their feet and left.
Lin Feng had not only humiliated them before, but today he had spoken of it in front of everyone. They would not rest until they had their revenge.
Those who dared to offend the Yu Clan would never come to a good end.
Lin Feng watched Yu Chou and the others leave in silence, a cold murderous intent flickering in his eyes. Today's matter was far from over. Of course, Lin Feng also understood that the Yu Clan would not let him go. If not for Duan Wuya's assistance today, Yu Chou would have had to back down. If the Yu Clan found an opportunity, they would surely find a way to kill him.
Additionally, Lin Feng had one more question: why did the Second Prince help him?
Although Duan Wuya's falling out with Yu Chou was fueled by their inherent conflict—the hidden details of which were hard for Lin Feng to know—he did not deny that Duan Wuya had also intended to help him. This, he could clearly sense.
The Yu Clan had left, and naturally, the Ye Clan followed suit.
However, the Nie Clan and the people from Heavenly One Academy had not yet departed.
Long Ding looked at the battle platform. Hei Mo and Lin Feng were still standing on it. He spoke, "Nie Yan, Lin Feng, today's battle ends here. It's a draw. Disperse."
"Yan'er, let's go back." The person beside Hei Mo also spoke. Although Lin Feng was injured at the moment, this young man was far too terrifying. He always delivered a killing blow at the most unexpected moment. Even now, he did not wish for Hei Mo to continue fighting Lin Feng. This man was too dangerous. Just now, Hei Mo had nearly died at Lin Feng's hands.
Hei Mo gave Lin Feng a deep, complicated look, then nodded slightly, turned around, and left.
Lin Feng watched Hei Mo's retreating back. There was no point in continuing this battle. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that Lin Feng had won. Of course, winning or losing meant little to Lin Feng. It merely proved that not just anyone could kill him whenever they pleased.
As for grudges, after today's actions by the Yu Clan, the conflict between him and Hei Mo seemed insignificant in comparison.
The crowd all watched Lin Feng on the battle platform, each lost in thought, various ideas forming in their minds. But there was no doubt that Lin Feng's strength and talent had shaken their hearts.
Among the Heavenly One Academy crowd on the viewing platform, Lin Qian stared at Lin Feng, her eyes flickering. Too strong. The Lin Feng of today—the waste once expelled from the Lin Clan—had now left her far behind. She considered herself talented, but before Lin Feng, she was nothing. The speed of Lin Feng's cultivation advancement was simply monstrous.
How long had it been since Lin Feng left Yangzhou City? He had already reached the Sixth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, and even Hei Mo of the Seventh Layer of Spirit Martial Realm was no match for him. A year ago, Lin Feng was nothing but a waste at the Fifth Layer of Qi Martial Realm. The entire Lin Clan looked down on him, even though he was the son of the clan head, Lin Hai.
But now, she seemed only worthy of gazing up at Lin Feng from afar. Lin Qian could not bear to imagine how the Lin Clan would react if they knew of Lin Feng's current strength. Would they regret expelling him from the clan for her sake back then?
At this thought, Lin Qian's eyes shifted constantly. The Lin Clan must not know—absolutely not. Otherwise, she, Lin Qian, would never be able to hold her head high in the Lin Clan again. She would no longer be the clan's favored daughter. Everyone would think of the waste they had once abandoned.
"Don't worry. I'll find a chance to kill him for you."
Chu Zhanpeng, standing beside Lin Qian, noticed the change in her expression and said indifferently. Although Lin Feng was strong, before him, he was still a waste. Killing Lin Feng would be effortless for him.
The Eight Young Masters were a symbol of talent and strength, not an empty title. Otherwise, so many would not go to great lengths to prove themselves and secure a place among them.
For the name of the Eight Young Masters, countless geniuses had died.
Lin Qian looked up at Chu Zhanpeng, then a smile appeared in her eyes. She nodded slightly. That was right. No matter how strong Lin Feng's talent was, Chu Zhanpeng was still there. The Dapeng Gongzi liked her. What could Lin Feng do?
Seeing Lin Qian's smile, Chu Zhanpeng slowly turned his gaze to the battle platform and said, "I've heard that Heavenly One Academy is full of geniuses, yet Lin Feng claims that our Snow Moon Holy Academy has no one worthy. I, Chu, am not talented, but I would like to test the geniuses of Heavenly One Academy. Who would be willing to offer their guidance?"
As soon as Chu Zhanpeng finished speaking, the people of Heavenly One Academy froze again. Dapeng Gongzi Chu Zhanpeng, one of the Eight Young Masters, was issuing a challenge to the disciples of Heavenly One Academy.
The other disciples of Snow Moon Holy Academy showed excitement in their eyes. If Dapeng Gongzi was willing to make a move, who in Heavenly One Academy could stand against him?
The Eight Young Masters—there were only eight in the entire Snow Moon Kingdom. Heavenly One Academy did not have a single one.
"I've already said that Snow Moon Holy Academy is formidable, gathering geniuses from various sects. Since its founding, Heavenly One Academy has slowly nurtured its disciples. How can it compare to Snow Moon Holy Academy?"
Long Ding said indifferently, his tone rich with sarcasm. The disciples of your Snow Moon Holy Academy were not trained by you.
Chu Zhanpeng naturally understood Long Ding's meaning. He smiled nonchalantly and looked at Lin Feng. "That's what Dean Long says, but someone thinks otherwise. That Lin Feng once humiliated our Snow Moon Holy Academy in the prison arena, claiming that Snow Moon has no one. Since I am here today, I naturally want to see for myself."
Lin Feng raised his head, glanced at Chu Zhanpeng and Lin Qian beside him, and sneered inwardly.
"A young master of the Hao Yue Sect comes running to Snow Moon Holy Academy and still puts on airs here." Lin Feng's tone was cold and sarcastic. "Dapeng Gongzi, are all the people of Snow Moon Holy Academy as shameless as you?"
The person in charge of Snow Moon Holy Academy sneered coldly, staring at Lin Feng. "If you don't dare to fight, what right do you have to talk nonsense?"
"So imposing. Snow Moon Holy Academy has always been known for its shamelessness. I've witnessed it once again. Since your Snow Moon Holy Academy is so formidable, why don't you directly challenge Dean Long?" Lin Feng sneered.
The man's gaze hardened, and then he sneered, "Dean Long is a senior. How many years older is he than me? You want me to challenge him? What's the point?"
"If you don't dare to fight, what right do you have to talk nonsense?" Lin Feng threw the man's words back at him, saying coldly, "Snow Moon Holy Academy—not only are its disciples shameless, but even its teachers are equally disgraceful. You tell me to challenge Dean Long, saying he's older than you. Then let me ask you: how many years older is your Snow Moon Holy Academy's Dapeng Gongzi than me? You have him challenge me—didn't you think of that?"
The people of Heavenly One Academy smiled at Lin Feng's words. That was right. These people were so shameless. Although Dapeng Gongzi was exceptionally talented and one of the Eight Young Masters, he was already over twenty. If Lin Feng reached that age, who was to say he wouldn't achieve the same? Having Dapeng Gongzi challenge Lin Feng was unfair.
The person in charge of Snow Moon Holy Academy also paused for a moment, then said, "Your Heavenly One Academy can choose someone of similar age to Zhanpeng to fight. You can pick anyone."
"Your Snow Moon Holy Academy can choose someone of similar age to me to fight. Pick anyone. I'll take on three at once."
As soon as the man finished speaking, Lin Feng countered sharply, his tone icy, causing the man to freeze again, momentarily speechless.
"If you don't dare to fight, then get lost. Don't make a fool of yourselves here, acting all proud and mighty when you're just embarrassing yourselves." Lin Feng was unrelenting, his voice cold. "If I ever get the chance, I will personally visit Snow Moon Holy Academy."