Vice Dean Jiang Tianyang looked at his nephew with a face full of disappointment.
"You deserve it. You've stirred up a hornet's nest this time."
"Uncle, you must avenge me. Arrange for someone to teach him a lesson and then expel him."
Jiang Tianyang coldly glanced at a few of the lackeys, "Get out!"
They quickly slunk out of the dean's office.
"Can you handle it yourself?"
"Uncle, I can't. He's too strange. I think his combat strength is at the peak of the Martial Master level, and he's also a body refining martial artist."
"At least you know your limits. Let me tell you, I can't handle him either."
"Uncle, you're the vice dean, at the peak of the Martial King level. You can easily deal with him in every aspect."
"You fool, all you know is how to rely on power and authority. Do you even know who he is?"
"We investigated. He's just a nobody, probably a relative of some academy staff, admitted out of courtesy."
"Calling you a fool is an understatement. What can your few rotten brains find out?"
"Uncle, what special identity could he have? Is he the dean's illegitimate son?"
Jiang Tianyang angrily kicked Jiang Biao's butt, "Illegitimate, my foot."
"He's the City Lord's son."
"What! How is that possible?" Jiang Biao was completely stunned.
"Now you know why I can't afford to provoke him."
"I understand," Jiang Biao said dejectedly.
"Even though the City Lord and the academy aren't directly affiliated, except for the dean who can stand on equal footing with the City Lord, who would dare provoke the City Lord, who is a Martial Emperor?"
"Even without the City Lord's identity, he's still a top figure in Silver Moon City."
"Uncle, I've met the City Lord's son, Wu Jiang, but I've never seen him."
"He's an adopted son, who only recently awoke. The City Lord instructed that his identity be kept secret."
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"Just keep this to yourself. Those fools can't know. From now on, avoid him whenever you see him."
"Uncle, does this mean I got beaten for nothing?"
"You fool, did he even hit you?"
"Seems like he didn't."
"Then just go home and heal, and never think about revenge again, or you'll never leave the house in your life."
Jiang Biao was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.
Jiang Tianyang ignored him, only pondering in his heart, surprised at how strong this kid's combat power was. It shouldn't be possible.
Could the news of him becoming foolish be false? With his current strength, he could qualify as an instructor, so why would he come here to study?
He couldn't understand what the City Lord was thinking.
Jiang Biao also felt wronged inside. This bastard was so strong and still the City Lord's son. He wasn't here to study; he was here to show off.
Knowing revenge was hopeless, he had to swallow his pride and stay home to recuperate.
He called in the lackeys outside and instructed them to go to the medical class.
At the same time, he warned them to keep everyone in the internal skill class silent. If today's events spread, they'd be his enemies.
Jiang Biao also harbored ill intentions, not wanting the academy's geniuses to laugh at his humiliation.
He let this kid continue to scheme outside, hoping more geniuses would be tricked, so his own misfortune would go unnoticed.
Moreover, he knew someone who would definitely be tricked: Jiang Yun's backer, the leader of the swordsmanship class, He Bin.
It would be best if these two fought to the death. He Bin wasn't just good at swordsmanship; he was also skilled in strategy, cunning and deceitful, having often played the fool to catch the tiger in the past.
Jiang Biao's maneuvering caused what should have been a hot topic on the campus network to completely die down.
All the students in the internal skill class naturally dared not provoke him. Even if he was at home recuperating, his influence remained.
Huang Ye naturally didn't care about such small fry, continuing to attend classes quietly, diligently studying internal skill knowledge, and waiting for Old Hu to find him for a mission.
He also realized that even if Old Hu wanted to see the techniques, it would be very difficult.
The lack of movement indicated a high level of secrecy, comparable to the highest military secrets.
Fortunately, his studies weren't hindered. That day spent researching techniques with Old Hu, combined with daily lectures, deepened his understanding of True Qi usage.
Although he didn't possess True Qi himself, simulating it with Spiritual Energy proved effective.
For several days in the internal skill lecture hall, he remained on the mind of one person.
Yes, it was Tang Xin. The seed Huang Ye planted had taken root and was slowly growing in her heart.
Its roots constantly tugged at Tang Xin's fragile heart.
She could feel that Huang Ye wasn't deceiving her and that there was indeed a tremendous benefit waiting for her, requiring her to exchange her Poison Path and high-level hidden weapons for it.
She resisted for the first couple of days, but then frequently returned home. She indeed didn't have the Poison Path and high-level hidden weapons manuals.
Although she could recite some and draw some hidden weapons, it wasn't detailed enough.
With Huang Ye's sharp mind, he would surely notice any flaws.
In the past two days, she used lesson preparation as an excuse to borrow them from her father, studying them for two nights.
Copying the manuals was impossible, each having hundreds of pages.
She regretted telling her father about Huang Ye's photographic memory. If she hadn't, sneaking Huang Ye in to see them would have saved a lot of trouble.
Now, her thoughts weren't about keeping the Tang family's secrets but using them to exchange for that tremendous benefit.
You damn Huang Ye, you went to the internal skill class and forgot about me. Do I mean nothing to you?
No way, if you don't come, I'll go to you. If I don't uncover your secret, I won't be called Tang.
The next evening, Tang Xin appeared in Huang Ye's dormitory.
Three lackeys stood at attention.
"Where did he go?"
"Instructor, at this time, he's definitely practicing."
"Oh! Practicing what?"
"We don't know."
"When will he be back?"
"Usually two hours, now there's still an hour and a half."
"Oh! That long?"
"Yes, at first it wasn't this long, but it gradually increased."
Tang Xin thought for a moment, "You guys go out first. I'll wait for him here."
"Yes!" The three slipped out of the room.
Feng Yun was the last to leave, kindly reminding, "Instructor, the soundproofing here isn't great."
Tang Xin didn't understand at first, but as she was lost in thought, the kid had already closed the door and left.
When she figured it out and opened the door, there was no one in sight.
She huffed back inside, her face suddenly flushed, and lay down on Huang Ye's bed.
Unknowingly, she fell asleep, waking up to find it was already daylight.
Seeing she was alone in the room, she hadn't even seen a shadow of Huang Ye.
That little rascal, staying out all night. Practicing, my foot, he must have gone to meet those two sweethearts.
She left the dormitory in a huff.
And she wasn't wrong. After practicing, Huang Ye went straight back to the City Lord's mansion.
This time, he encountered someone—the old man who had been lurking outside the Second Young Master's courtyard.
The old man didn't linger long by the small courtyard. Huang Ye wanted to follow him but feared being discovered, so he gave up.
What was this old man doing snooping around the two maids? Could he be suspecting something?