Chapter 156: Chapter 138: Viewing All the Mountains Below

At the highest point in the villa district, Dong Yunan’s expression changed as she was simultaneously shocked and shaken.

“One should ascend the greatest heights to see all the mountains appear small!”

For some reason, as she stood at Villa No. 1 and looked down at the scenery, an ancient poem sprung into her mind.

Perhaps using this to describe it is somewhat exaggerated, and the meaning isn’t quite right, but beneath her feet, the villas are arranged in a terrace-like formation.

Below the hundred-villa district, it’s like a densely packed new student dormitory area resembling building blocks.

This strong contrast brings a sense of satisfaction and slight vanity, making everyone but Lin Feng feel mildly blood boiling.

Undeniably, for the youths, this feeling is quite marvelous, something to relish.

“Brother Feng, thank you!”

Dong Yunan looked at Lin Feng’s back with a somewhat complex gaze, murmuring to herself.

If it weren’t for Lin Feng, with her abilities, there would be no way she’d achieve a ranking within the top hundred, and naturally wouldn’t qualify to enter the villa district.

A villa has five rooms, and five people is the standard size for an adventure team. Given how precious therapists are, many would willingly offer a room, but being granted it and owning it feels different.

At this moment, she began to understand why Lin Feng previously said those words that seemed somewhat unsympathetic.

Lin Feng and Yun Kai, both possess extraordinary talents. They are the hottest candidates for the future Glory Alliance, even All-Star players. Although she has refined the Eighth Grade Sea Demoness, comparing with them, she still falls several ranks short.

Among her peers, there are therapists stronger and more talented than her, but those who could rival Lin Feng and Yun Kai are nearly non-existent.

If she cannot keep up, she’ll be eliminated.

Like a throne challenge tournament.

Without strength, one can only meekly stand outside the ring.

At this moment, the original innocence in the girl’s eyes gained a tinge of determination.

…

At the foot of the mountain.

Having just completed dormitory assignments, the new students began searching for their dormitory’s location. Some of them, moving fast, were already bustling through the pathways carrying newly purchased quilts, basins, and other daily necessities, chatting and laughing in pairs or trios.

“This shabby dormitory, with wooden beds this hard, how can one sleep?”

“That’s just a minor issue, at worst we can change the beds. What I’m worried about is being a light sleeper, what if my roommate snores?”

“The girls’ dormitory is on the left, starting from building 37, shall we visit later?”

“Five people in one dorm room, and the room is so small, barely fifty square meters, there’s absolutely no privacy.”

“Better to rent a single apartment inside the academy. No one has moved in yet; it’s ten thousand per month, pay and you can live there!”

“Too expensive, that’s 1.2 million a year, unaffordable for the poor. The villa is out of reach, but I heard from seniors that every three months, a quarterly ranking competition allows those in the top thousand to have a single apartment. Better to focus on cultivation!”

The freshmen’s chatter mostly revolved around complaints about the dormitory environment.

And every time they complained, they would unconsciously look up slightly, gazing toward the villa district with eyes full of envy and yearning!

The previously lively atmosphere suddenly turned somewhat silent.

To be admitted to one of the Three Heroic Academies, every single one of them could be considered extraordinarily talented, having enjoyed the envy and admiration of their peers since childhood. Yet now, as fellow freshmen, they have been ’stepped on’ and must look up to even catch a glimpse of the silhouette of those people at the highest point.

“Bai Ji!”

“Ye Ming!”

“Yun Kai!”

“Lin Feng!”

….

As their eyes moved upward, the freshmen murmured these names in their hearts.

Perhaps noticing their companions’ gaze, some lowered their heads, discreetly retracting their sight and pretending to be calm. Yet, inexplicably, the initial excitement of starting school had entirely vanished, replaced by a sense of loss and depression.

In truth, everyone understood the stark difference and gap between freshman and senior dormitories.

It’s a motivating, yet repulsive, even detested incentive!

This vile routine has been discussed by the seniors and juniors they talked to since they arrived at Red Cloud. Even those accustomed seniors would show a look of discontent and deep helplessness when discussing this matter.

…..

Shangjing.

Cloud Mist Mountain.

A light curtain was being projected, with sounds of frenzied and excited shouting in the background. Occasionally one could hear ’Wind God’ and ’Emperor Kai’. Upon closer look, it was footage of the throne challenge tournament.

“In over three months, not having cultivated a technique, yet mastering two Third Grade martial skills; even I misjudged!”

In a room filled with a faint smoke, a whisper of admiration was heard.

Yang Qingtian sat upright in a grand chair. Wearing a jet-black Tang suit and having an exceptionally robust build, with black hair and smooth skin, he showed no signs of aging.

As a Martial King, even Yang Qingtian was somewhat awe-struck by Lin Feng’s martial arts talent.

He never expected that this grandson, who had half a year ago been comprehensively evaluated as ’C’ grade with no nurturing value and whom he’d never met, would repeatedly surprise and shock him.

Body Cultivator Eighth Rank beating Martial Artists, showcasing extraordinary combat talent.

In three months, from Body Cultivator Seventh Rank breaking through to Martial Artist.

Became the nation’s college entrance exam champion!

First in the throne challenge tournament!

Driving the audience into frenzied screams, making national headlines, and catching the attention of the Glory Professional Alliance.

He had thought he was already quite focused on the child, but who would have thought that every ten days and half a month, the child would create another miracle.

His talent and achievements overshadowed the other prodigies of the same generation in the clan.

“What a demon fiend!”

Even Yang Qingtian couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh at this thought.

Until the light curtain gradually stopped and disappeared did he shift his gaze to the middle-aged man standing not far away with an indifferent tone: “Have you found out?”

The man, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, stood straight as a spear, his face cold and emanating a fierce aura. Facing Yang Qingtian’s query, he slightly bowed, and said: “The youth who attacked Lin Feng is called Yang Rui, the son of the Thirteenth Young Master’s steward.”

“Who instructed Yang Rui to act?”

“I just called Yang Rui, he said it was the Thirteenth Young Master’s son, Yang Qi, who ordered him,” the middle-aged man replied.

“Yang Qi?”

Yang Qingtian frowned slightly, seeming a bit surprised.

As part of a large family, he had many grandsons and granddaughters, nearly two hundred, and dozens of great-grandchildren.

Only the most talented part of them whose names he remembered, Yang Qi was one of them.

Yang Qi was the son of his thirteenth son, Yang Qing’s youngest child. Not only awakened the family’s bloodline talent, but he also inherited his father’s standout cultivation talent.

At only seventeen years old, with the Second Grade Martial Artist’s strength, he refined a demon spirit as his father did, a Ninth Grade Devil Mantis. After last year’s college entrance exam, he was specially recruited by Great Wall Academy, one of the family’s most outstanding younger generations.

“How did Yang Qi know about this? What does he want to do?”

Yang Qingtian asked in some confusion.

He hadn’t disclosed Lin Feng’s identity to the clan, nor was there any necessity to do so.

Logically, no one should know.

After all, at that time, Lin Feng’s strength was too weak, just a First Grade Martial Artist, and hadn’t refined a demon spirit. Even after becoming the college entrance exam champion, in essence, he was merely a genius.

As a Bloodline Race, the Yang Race isn’t short of geniuses.

Therefore, even though Lin Feng refused to return to the family, he felt pity but didn’t take it too much to heart.

Now, he had no choice but to take it seriously.

Geniuses he might disregard, but a demon fiend is different!

A martial arts demon fiend famed for potentially refining Earth Chart demon spirits, promising a highly brilliant future.

With Lin Feng’s demon fiend-level talent, barring unforeseen circumstances, in less than twenty years, he could break through the Ninth Grade, become a Martial King, and be on the same level of strength as him. If Lin Feng truly could refine an Earth Chart demon spirit, even he must treat him with seriousness.

As for being extraordinary, there might even be a sliver of possibility.

But it’s just a mere sliver of possibility.

Even for him, it took forty years from breaking through to Martial King at age 57 to now at 97, yet he still couldn’t touch the threshold of extraordinary.

Being extraordinary, with body elementalization, it would be another kind of living entity, transcending human boundaries!

As a national tributor, it isn’t something that can be achieved by talent alone.

The middle-aged man remained silent.

As for where Yang Qi found out, what does he want to do?

He didn’t know, and thus provided no explanation.

“Immediately have Yang Rui withdraw from Red Cloud University, disappear from Lin Feng’s sight, and give Yang Qi a warning, tell him to behave!”

Yang Qingtian didn’t overthink the issue further and continued: “The Thirteenth Young Master has just returned, go and talk to him, tell him I hope he can mend relations with Lin Feng.”

The middle-aged man’s expression became somewhat unusual, he didn’t immediately respond.

Seeing this, Yang Qingtian only then realized: “Forget it, you’re right, I should handle this myself!”

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