Teacher Lin is a sixth-year student at our academy, currently serving as a junior intern. She has already reached the level of a Second-Tier Battle Master. She is undoubtedly the most famous beauty among the instructors in the Wind Academy; countless people pursue her!" Warren said, slightly mesmerized as he watched the graceful figure moving ahead beneath her light crimson robe.

After talking to himself for a while and noticing Chen Feng hadn't responded, he turned his head. "Were you even listening to me?"

Chen Feng cast a sidelong glance at Warren, sounding rather listless. "Were you speaking to me?"

"..." Warren.

Chen Feng was naturally reserved, and spending two years in the mountains had made him even more detached from others. While he didn't think Warren was a bad person, he genuinely had little interest in other people's gossip.

Warren felt a surge of helplessness. This red-haired fellow in a mage's robe was utterly unmoved by persuasion, maintaining a façade of stubborn indifference no matter what was said.

If he were chatting with his roommates about Teacher Kailin, they'd have endless topics to discuss. But conversing with this guy was like talking to a log—a total failure!

However, his gloom didn't last long; the four of them had arrived at the gathering point for the students—the Lushan Tavern.

The other students greeted Warren excitedly upon his return. Warren's willingness to disregard his own danger to save them during the crisis had earned him universal approval; seeing him return safely, they regarded him like a triumphant hero.

Several students who had been seriously injured had already shown significant improvement after receiving treatment. Their gratitude toward Warren was especially profound. If Warren hadn't drawn away the Earth Bear Demonic Hog, they probably would have been the first to die. Thus, seeing him return safe and sound brought tears to their excited eyes.

Faced with such a passionate reception, Warren's stern and resolute face instantly flushed. He quickly changed the subject. "Oh, come on, what's all this? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? Come, let me introduce you to a new friend. A mage—oh, wait, no—a Battle Master, Chen Feng! He's here to apply for admission to our academy..."

Seeing Warren babble nonsensically, Chen Feng couldn't be bothered to correct him. He had never once stated he intended to apply to the Tianfeng Academy... But suddenly, a thought sparked in his mind, reminding him of something important.

True cultivators were generally divided into only two types: the academy faction and the practical combat faction. The academy faction learned the most complete knowledge framework, inheriting the achievements of predecessors, and their cultivation rarely took detours, allowing for relatively fast advancement. However, due to a lack of life-or-death tempering, even with high cultivation levels, their overall strength often lagged. The practical combat faction, like himself, grew under the tests of life and death, figuring everything out through self-exploration. While their combat power might be stronger, they often took too many unnecessary detours.

Now that he was stalled in his advancement toward the Battle Sovereign realm, perhaps seeking advice from others could offer some insight.

"He's a student coming to register? You say he's a Battle Master, yet he's wearing a mage's robe?" Everyone present asked with confusion.

Warren scratched his head. "Well, that... Chen Feng, why don't you explain it?" He then looked at Chen Feng expectantly.

"Boring!" Chen Feng replied coolly.

Seeing Chen Feng speak to their idolized 'hero' that way, everyone glared at him with indignation.

"What is your attitude? Senior Warren is so magnanimous and righteous; he's my idol... Apologize to him immediately!" a young woman declared righteously.

"Exactly! This kid is already so arrogant before even entering the school; what will he be like later?" a young man chimed in.

It wasn't that these students were deliberately making things difficult for Chen Feng. Those between seventeen and eighteen were in a notoriously rebellious phase. Chen Feng’s icy demeanor and unpalatable words naturally put most people off.

Yet, Chen Feng paid no mind to their chatter. With the soul of two lifetimes and his cultivation level, these people seemed far too immature to provoke even the slightest anger from him. He turned and found a table farther away from the main group to sit down.

Having walked with Chen Feng for a while, Warren had gradually figured out his temperament and quickly intervened. "That's just his personality; he isn't targeting me. Everyone, please don't take it personally!"

Once Warren spoke, the crowd subsided, and they sat down around the tables, with the two instructors naturally taking the head seats.

"Our success in retrieving the Blue Ice Grass from Dragon Picture Mountain this time is entirely thanks to Senior Warren. Shouldn't we all toast him?" a male student stood up and announced loudly.

"Good..." Everyone shouted in agreement.

The wine at the Lushan Tavern was brewed from wild plants gathered on Dragon Picture Mountain—it was sweet with a lingering aroma. Chen Feng sat alone at a small table, ordered a spread of dishes, and enjoyed his small cup of wine, feeling an unparalleled sense of comfort.

After two years of training in Dragon Picture Mountain, he had eaten almost nothing but the meat of demonic beasts and battle beasts. Although Douglas's spatial ring contained seasonings, his own cooking skills were lacking. To put it mildly, he had lived like a savage for two years. Savoring such delicious food now, his mood couldn't help but lift considerably.

"Senior Warren, tell us how you managed to shake off that Earth Bear Demonic Hog? That thing is incredibly fast!" After a few rounds of drinks, a Battle Master couldn't hide his curiosity.

As soon as he spoke, everyone focused their attention on Warren's face; even Instructors Kailin and Anbi looked curious.

"Shake it off?" Warren shuddered, recalling the scene in the jungle. "That massive creature nearly chased me to death. If it hadn't been for Brother Chen Feng, I probably wouldn't have made it back alive!"

Hearing this, the crowd couldn't help but look curiously at Chen Feng, only to see him still eating, showing no sign of being a master. They asked in astonishment, "You mean this red-haired Battle Master in a mage's robe? Could he possibly handle the Earth Bear Demonic Hog?"

Warren patted his head. "I don't know either..." He then recounted the story of how he met Chen Feng on the path, how the Earth Bear Demonic Hog charged at Chen Feng, and ended up flying backward instead.

Warren himself didn't know what had happened at the time, and his retelling was even more muddled, leaving everyone utterly confused.

A Battle Master cautiously watched Warren and asked softly, "Senior Warren, have you been reading too many fantasy novels?"

"..." Warren.

It was understandable why everyone was skeptical. If someone told them now that Chen Feng had knocked the Earth Bear Demonic Hog back several somersaults with a single palm strike, they likely wouldn't believe it. To casually send a Fourth-Tier Demonic Beast tumbling over, and for it to be a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy—it seemed utterly absurd...

"Senior Warren, that's not a very funny joke..." a young woman murmured quietly.

Warren felt a headache coming on. Even he found the event unbelievable; trying to explain it to the crowd only made it more convoluted. He decided to drop it and focus on eating...

Seeing Warren fall silent, the others assumed their doubts had been exposed, so they didn't press the issue. However, their focus now shifted entirely to Chen Feng.

"Hey, didn't Senior Warren just say he wasn't a Battle Master? Why is he wearing a mage's robe?" a female mage asked curiously.

"Who knows? Maybe there's something strange about him," a young man quipped, pointing to his own head teasingly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Instructor Kailin frowned and addressed the crowd. "Since he is here to register for the school, he will be a fellow student, perhaps even a junior to some of you. Don't be so harsh!"

When the instructor spoke, the murmuring stopped, though several people still cast curious glances at Chen Feng.

"Well, well, isn't this a group of fools from Group Seven? Looking at their pathetic state, I bet they didn't get the Blue Ice Grass!" A sharp, malicious voice echoed from the tavern entrance just as a group of students walked in from outside.

"August?" Warren recognized the youth first, his expression twisting into a fierce grimace filled with hostility.

The newly arrived group of students burst into loud laughter at August's remark.

Instructor Kailin spoke up. "Student August, provoking other academy students—do you wish to have academic points deducted?"

Before August could reply, a robust young man walked up from behind the group. Seeing Kailin, a flash of green light appeared in his eyes. "Ah, Kailin, you're here too. This is just a matter between students; let's not get involved. Come, let's go have a drink..."

A look of disgust crossed Kailin's face as she replied in a crisp voice, "Instructor Jacob, are you allowing your students to violate academy regulations?"

Jacob laughed heartily. "Normal sparring among students, what's the harm, Kailin? Don't worry about this so much. Let the students handle their own affairs. Interfering with normal student competition might not sound good if it reaches the Dean!"

"You..." Kailin's face flushed red with anger, but she was unable to utter a single word.

The Tianfeng Academy encouraged healthy competition among students. Jacob seized upon this point, effectively silencing Kailin with one statement.

Seeing their teacher cornered, the members of what was called Group Seven began to fume, especially Warren, who slammed the table and stood up.

"August, watch your foul mouth, or I'll make you regret it!"

The loss of face for their teacher was something they had to avenge with their fists.

"Oh, you'll make me regret it? I'm so scared..." August's tone was singsong and dripping with sarcasm, causing his followers to erupt in laughter.

"Our Group Seven successfully obtained the Blue Ice Grass. Did your Group One get yours? If not, don't cause a scene here!" A clear voice rang out from Anliya, a young woman wearing a light blue mage's robe.

"You guys got the Blue Ice Grass too?" The members of Group One were clearly shocked by their statement.

PS: Should Chen Feng intervene? Hehe... (To be continued. For more chapters, please visit wwwidiancomm to support the author and read the genuine version!)