The mighty behemoth that was Tianfeng Academy, the most powerful entity on this continent, had plunged into utter chaos. First, the Dean was grievously wounded and lay unconscious.

Then, a red-haired youth publicly slew a Dou Zun level instructor within the academy grounds. With only twenty-nine Dou Zun masters in the entire Tianfeng Academy, the loss of even one was significant, sparking outrage across the entire institution.

Instantly, the whole of Tianfeng Academy mobilized as if facing a formidable invasion. New student enrollment ceased, all gates were sealed, and students were strictly forbidden from leaving.

Dou Zun masters patrolled in tight groups above Tianfeng Town, searching relentlessly. The mental perception of a Dou Zun master was incredibly potent; even without sight, the slightest fluctuation of energy below could be detected.

Yet, even so, three full days passed without yielding a single trace! "He only just advanced to the Dou Zun realm, and he was fleeing with a heavily injured young woman.

He couldn't have gotten far. We've scoured an area spanning thousands of miles—why is there absolutely no sign?" the Dean of Academic Affairs asked the returning instructors, his gaze filled with confusion over their fruitless search.

"By all accounts, his first priority should have been to treat the girl. I dispatched students to inquire at every Light Elementalist in the city and all the pharmacies, but none reported seeing such a red-haired youth," an instructor replied, his eyes equally perplexed.

If no one in those places saw them, it meant the girl hadn't received treatment. A domain shatter injury this severe meant certain death without immediate care.

Since the youth spirited the girl away, he must have intended to save her; yet, saving her without treating her was the part that made no sense. "This is an unprecedented humiliation in the entire history of Tianfeng Academy.

Not only was the Dean left gravely injured, but an instructor was murdered right before our eyes, and the culprit escaped unscathed. If this news spreads, how can Tianfeng Academy maintain any standing on the continent?" When the Dean of Academic Affairs spoke, the faces of those around him flushed deeply.

Tianfeng Academy’s formidable influence among the four great empires stemmed primarily from its transcendent status and sheer number of Dou Zun experts. To be thrown into such turmoil and have the culprits escape so easily, all at the hands of two individuals under twenty, was an unbearable blow to their pride.

"Search again. That girl’s injuries appeared severe.

If she wasn't treated with Light Elementalist magic, she must be dead by now. We need to see her alive, or bring back her corpse!" the Dean of Academic Affairs declared grimly.

"Yes!" Dozens of instructors responded in unison, turning and soaring into the sky. Seeing them depart, the Dean of Academic Affairs sighed.

He suddenly asked, "How is the Dean?" A person behind him quickly reported, "Still unconscious. He hasn't woken up once.

It seems this injury was truly devastating!" The Dean of Academic Affairs clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, murmuring to himself, "A descendant of the Phoenix Clan, a youth possessing the ultimate domains of the five innate elements... Has this world changed?

How can such freaks appear..." "Dean of Academic Affairs..." A hurried voice called from outside. The Dean frowned.

"What is it? Must you make such a fuss!" The newcomer, panting heavily, gasped out, "The Dean he...

The Dean has been..." "What about the Dean?" "The Dean has been taken hostage..." "What?!" The Dean's eyes widened in fury. A fierce gust of wind instantly swirled around him, and his figure vanished from the man's sight in a swift swoosh.

……………………………………………………………………………… Anliya was in a foul mood. The school lockdown meant she couldn't go out.

Two months ago, the school conducted an assessment mission to the edge of Dragon Mountain to retrieve Blue Ice Grass. Her seventh team had encountered an Earth Bear Fiend Pig, but they ultimately succeeded in bringing back the medicinal material and completing the task.

However, in the hasty retreat, she had lost a pendant in the mountains. Though the pendant itself wasn't particularly valuable, it was the sole remaining possession of her parents.

Both her parents had been mercenaries and perished together in an accident. Every time she thought of them, she would take out the pendant to gaze upon it, recalling the harmonious life of their family of three.

She never left home without it. The pendant was crafted from a memory crystal, holding recorded moments of her parents’ happier days.

To her, it was absolutely priceless. Even if she went searching now, she knew she wouldn't find it.

Moreover, as merely a Rank Seven Magician, venturing into Dragon Mountain with such cultivation would only lead to her death. "Sigh," she lamented with deep sadness.

"If only my cultivation were higher! I could go look for it myself.

Two months ago, we were rushed to finish the school assessment, and only now have the academy matters settled, only for them to seal the school and forbid us from leaving!" She gave a wry smile, shook her head, stood up, and headed toward the library. The academy's library was grander and larger than the Royal Archives of the Four Great Empires.

It boasted 21 floors above ground and 15 below, housing an encyclopedic collection of books and records covering every conceivable subject. However, these texts were not open to all students; access was governed by specific permissions.

Anliya’s clearance allowed her direct entry to the fifteenth basement level. This wasn't due to her own influence, but because she was currently serving as an assistant to a highly renowned instructor at the academy, researching a particular subject.

Such research demanded access to many advanced concepts, so the academy had specially granted her Level 15 clearance. Entering the library, she found it eerily deserted.

The school was currently focused entirely on the massive hunt for the two youths who had caused such disruption, leading to fewer visitors. She ran her right hand through her raven-black hair as if using a comb, shook her head, and descended toward the basement levels.

She had only reached the first basement floor when she felt a sharp pain in her neck; a large hand clamped down on her throat while an icy whisper sounded right beside her ear. ……………………………………………………………………………… Chen Feng carried Ling Feng as he flew at top speed.

Having only just advanced to the Dou Zun level, his power was not yet fully consolidated. The explosive roar he’d let out while slaying the Rank Three Dou Zun instructor had inflicted considerable internal injuries.

If he had tried to flee the Tianfeng Academy grounds, he would have been cornered quickly by the twenty-plus pursuing Dou Zun masters. In that scenario, neither he nor Ling Feng would have survived.

What then? In his haste, a brilliant idea flashed through Chen Feng's mind.

The most dangerous place is the safest place. They all assume I’ve already fled the academy—I will stay right here!

Having made up his mind, Chen Feng executed several rapid instant movements, creating the illusion of escaping the academy. In reality, he had already plunged into a massive structure, carrying Ling Feng.

Once inside, he realized it was a library, completely empty. He supposed everyone must have gone to watch the commotion caused by Ling Feng’s duel with the Dean earlier.

He followed the staircase all the way down, finding a secluded spot, and gently set Ling Feng down. The dagger was still embedded in her, but the bleeding had stopped.

She was unconscious, and touching her forehead revealed a faint fever. "This is bad," Chen Feng muttered, glancing at her wounds with a troubled expression.

"How do I remove the daggers?" The two daggers were lodged in Ling Feng’s abdomen and shoulder. To remove them cleanly, he needed to stop the blood flow.

Chen Feng knew no medical techniques; his only recourse for immediate hemostasis was using his internal cultivation to seal her meridians. But...

doing that would inevitably require tearing open her clothes... Damn it, necessity dictates action; he had no other choice.

Chen Feng was not a rigid person. He reached out and casually ripped away her garments!

Her skin, white as snow, was already stained crimson in patches. She wore a bright red dudou across her chest, revealing two startling, exposed semicircles, where one could faintly make out the alluring contours of her breasts...

Chen Feng’s breathing grew ragged. He might be cold-blooded and indifferent to beautiful women, but that didn't mean he lacked normal physiological needs.

At seventeen or eighteen, his second period of growth was nearly complete; every part of him had reached maturity, and fantasies about the opposite sex were most intense. Encountering such a sight suddenly, even the most composed man would struggle to maintain self-control.

"Saving her is the priority!" Chen Feng inwardly chided himself. Ling Feng was this injured, and he was still having such stray thoughts.

What was wrong with him? He gently grasped the base of the daggers and pulled them out.

As his fingertips touched the wound, a streak of flame erupted, shot into her body the moment the dagger was withdrawn, sealing the bleeding area. After finishing that, he used water from his flask to apply some water from the Biyun Spring to the wounds.

However, Ling Feng’s injuries were too severe; this minimal application would achieve little. Chen Feng's brow furrowed, his face momentarily dark and ashen.

He clenched his fist. "If anything happens to Ling Feng, I won't hesitate to make the entire Tianfeng Academy pay for it!" Chen Feng always cared deeply for those who had shown him kindness.

Seeing Ling Feng in her current state stoked a raging inferno of fury within him. Setting Ling Feng down gently, Chen Feng was contemplating how best to treat her when a series of footsteps suddenly echoed from outside.

He tiptoed over and saw that the intruder was a young girl. ……………………………………………………………………………… Chen Feng shot forward, gripping Anliya’s neck.

His voice was frigid. "Don't scream, or I will kill you!" Anliya shivered violently, then immediately understood, realizing who the person speaking behind her was.

"Chen Feng?" she whispered softly. Chen Feng was surprised that this girl entering just now could utter his name.

He extended a fingertip, generating a ball of flame and driving it directly into her body—control first, no matter who it was. "Who are you?" Having delivered the flame, Chen Feng released his grip and asked calmly.

"We met outside Dragon Mountain," Anliya quickly explained. "I’m from the Seventh Team!" Hearing "Seventh Team," Chen Feng looked closely at the girl before him and indeed recognized a faint impression in his memory.

Anliya glanced at Chen Feng, realizing the chaos he had caused today. "They are hunting you everywhere!

How are you here?" Chen Feng shot her a cold look. "Enough nonsense!

Take me downstairs!" When he first entered, he had considered going into the deep basement, but he had detected the magical seals overhead before he even reached the staircase. Anyone without the proper authorization couldn't get in.

Even forcing entry would instantly expose his location. That's why Chen Feng seized Anliya when he saw her heading downstairs.

Anliya immediately understood his objective: the deep underground levels were so shielded that even mental power struggled to penetrate—it was indeed an excellent hiding place. "Fine, follow me!" "Don't try any tricks.

I already injected my power into your body; you know the consequences of deception!" Chen Feng said coldly, simultaneously lifting Ling Feng. Ling Feng’s blood-soaked clothes had already been burned away by Chen Feng’s flame; she was now wrapped in one of his own oversized garments.

"I know. My life is in your hands; how would I dare try anything?" Anliya replied calmly, showing no trace of fear.

She first activated the clearance to descend, leading Chen Feng down. The fifteenth basement level surprisingly had good ventilation, making it feel far from stuffy.

Towering bookshelves lined the entire hall. Anliya found a room in a corner of the hall.

It contained clear water, food, a bed, a table, chairs, and bedding. "This is where I stay when conducting experiments," Anliya said, frowning at Ling Feng in Chen Feng’s arms.

"I am a Light Elementalist. Although my cultivation is low, I understand injuries relatively well.

If you don't treat her soon, she will die!" Chen Feng naturally knew Ling Feng’s condition. Shattered domain, followed by a sneak attack from two people—the daggers inflicted by those two contained a fatal poison.

If it wasn't neutralized promptly, she would likely die within a few hours. "Can you heal her?" Chen Feng asked.

"My magical cultivation is too low; I’m simply not capable of treating such severe injuries. The only way is through medicinal herbs, and I have none on hand," Anliya stated helplessly.

Chen Feng knew this too. Ling Feng was a Dou Zun master suffering critical injuries; if a Rank Seven Light Elementalist could save her, then Light Elementalist Grand Masters would be worthless.

After a moment of deep thought, Chen Feng suddenly spoke. "I happen to have some medicinal herbs here.

I wonder if they’ll work?" Anliya scoffed. "Herbs can’t just be used randomly.

For injuries this severe, she needs many rare ingredients to be fully cured. Common herbs carried on one's person are useless!" Herbs carried around are usually for simple healing; they are utterly useless for wounds of this magnitude—that was common knowledge.

Chen Feng ignored her words, flipped his wrist, and threw out a large pile of herbs—the very ones he had gathered from that valley near the Biyun Spring. "What...

Southern Bright Snow Pear, Earth True Dragon Fruit, Sharp Moon Lingzhi... These are all the most expensive, rare medicinal materials!

I've only seen them in books—how do you possess all of them?" Anliya felt her mind struggling to keep up, leaving her momentarily stunned. Every single herb before her was a priceless treasure, worth more than gold and impossible to find.

To find even one would be cause for celebration, yet Chen Feng casually produced a whole pile... It was no wonder Anliya was shocked.

Remember, Elder Yi, the foremost Grand Magus of the Luoqi Empire, had been beside himself with astonishment upon seeing Chen Feng's Southern Bright Snow Pear. How much more shocking was this for a mere student?

"Do you think these herbs will be useful?" Chen Feng asked quickly, noticing the change in her expression. "I...

these herbs are too precious. While I know they are rare, I truly don't know their specific effects..." Anliya's face instantly flushed crimson.

Such rare herbs were almost unheard of in the world. Knowing of their existence was remarkable enough, let alone fully understanding their properties and then formulating a prescription...

It was like everyone knew the miraculous life-restoring properties of Lingzhi mushroom, but how many knew whether it worked better boiled or stir-fried? Or what other ingredients should be paired with it to maximize its potency?

Knowing something does not equate to knowing how to use it—that was a universal problem. When Chen Feng heard her admission, his brow furrowed again.

Ling Feng’s condition could not wait. If they delayed further, even if she survived, her cultivation would be severely damaged...

What should he do? The academy personnel outside were searching madly.

He was currently just suppressing his own injuries. At this moment, let alone the arrival of a Dou Zun expert, even an Eight-Rank Dou Shi battling him would likely end in his retreat.

He had to save Ling Feng, no matter the cost! Saving her would also repay the debt of her sparring with him for two months!

Chen Feng used this excuse to comfort himself. "Ahem...

Ahem..." Chen Feng coughed twice. It was a sharp pain, like being pierced by needles.

Despite possessing the Undying Body of the Divine Race, the explosive roar earlier had damaged his meridians too severely; even after half a day, they hadn't recovered... Wait, the Undying Body of the Divine Race?

Chen Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. Right!

If my body can recover slowly after injury, perhaps channeling that dark vortex energy toward Ling Feng would also be effective? As this thought formed, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

No sooner thought than done, Chen Feng lifted Ling Feng, who was lying on the makeshift bed, and tore away the cloth covering her. He aimed his right hand at the wound where the dagger was lodged—the one in her lower abdomen.

"What are you doing? You beast..." Anliya exclaimed when Chen Feng suddenly jumped onto the bed and ripped away Ling Feng’s clothes.

"She's already so hurt—are you even human anymore..." "..." Chen Feng. However, after watching for a moment and seeing that Chen Feng did not intend "that," her face burned, and she realized she had overthought things.

Chen Feng wasn't annoyed by her misunderstanding. He focused all his mind inward, attempting to mobilize the dark vortex energy within his body.

But after a moment, he found it utterly fruitless. This strange vortex energy only appeared autonomously when he was injured; summoning it at will proved impossible.

It was like a mischievous child that only enjoyed doing what it liked and never obeyed orders. "Now what?" Chen Feng grew worried when this idea proved useless, but the anxiety was quickly pushed aside as a bold new idea formed in his mind.

"Since the dark vortex only appears when I am injured, all I need to do is bleed, and it should come out!" A faint smile touched Chen Feng's lips. In an instant, a ball of purple flame materialized between his fingers.

Under his control, the flame shaped itself into a sharp blade. The flame blade sliced across his arm, instantly opening a deep, crimson gash.

"You... you’re insane..." Anliya, watching Chen Feng suddenly wound himself, turned deathly pale with fright.

Chen Feng ignored her, looking inward. Sure enough, the dark vortex energy surged from the blood, darted to the wound, circled once, and the wound began to slowly mend.

Chen Feng dared not hesitate; he quickly focused his spirit to seize the vortex energy, but the thing merely shook its head and plunged back into the blood, vanishing. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't coax it out again.

"What is going on?" Chen Feng felt helpless. He couldn't explain the strange occurrences within his own body.

"Since it hides in the blood, what if I inject my blood into Ling Feng's body? Would that have an effect?" A plausible method suddenly flashed into Chen Feng's mind.

No sooner thought than done, Chen Feng didn't worry whether this idea could heal Ling Feng; he had no other options anyway. He grabbed her wrist, cut a gash on her hand, then cut a gash on his own wrist, pressing the two fresh wounds together before the blood could spray out.

Chen Feng urged his internal blood to flow slowly out through the opening and into her body. But after only a moment, a profoundly strange expression appeared on his face.

The blood in Ling Feng's body and his own blood merged instantly upon contact, becoming indistinguishable! The resulting merged blood began to circulate simultaneously through both their bodies!

"This..." Chen Feng immediately tried to pull his wrist back. Even if he didn't know what was happening, such a bizarre event shouldn't continue.

But when he tried to withdraw his hand, he discovered the horrific problem: their wrists seemed glued together; they could not be separated no matter what! Chen Feng's face finally changed color as an ominous premonition welled up in his mind.

"Could the Flame Dragon bloodline and the Phoenix Clan bloodline be fusing? What kind of phenomenon would that fusion create?" More and more of Ling Feng’s blood surged inward, and his own blood seemed magnetically drawn, fusing faster and faster.

In an instant Chen Feng failed to notice, a faint white mist began to churn out of his blood, rapidly merging with Ling Feng’s blood... This wisp of white mist was the Power of Faith that the old monster from the Luoqi Empire had accumulated for many years...

As the circulation of their two bloodstreams accelerated, Chen Feng felt his internal state growing increasingly chaotic. His consciousness began to blur, and in a haze, his vision went black, and he instantly collapsed into unconsciousness...

"Chen Feng, Chen Feng..." Anliya cried out loudly when she saw Chen Feng unconscious. She walked up to him, took one look, and knew he had passed out.

"He's out. Should we capture him and turn him over, or...?" Anliya hesitated.

................................................ When Chen Feng slowly awoke, he realized his wrist and Lingfeng's wrist were no longer bound together.

He looked down at the spot on his wrist where he had cut himself, only to find it had already completely healed. Turning to look at Lingfeng, he saw a healthy flush had returned to her cheeks and her breathing was normal again.

"You're awake," Anliya's voice sounded from behind him. "How long was I out?" Chen Feng asked.

"About ten minutes!" Anliya stared at him with disbelief etched on her face. "How did you manage that?" "What?" "This girl is completely recovered under your treatment!

If my estimation is correct, she should wake up in three days, and considering the severity of her injuries, not only has her cultivation not suffered in the slightest, but it might even advance further!" Anliya's tone was thick with incredulity. A shattered Domain—such a grievous injury would normally cause a cultivator to drop several levels even if they survived.

Yet, this red-haired youth had not only saved her but had managed to consolidate and elevate her cultivation... This was simply...

a miracle! Never mind Anliya finding it strange; even Chen Feng himself had no clue what had transpired to cause this outcome!

"What exactly happened?" Chen Feng paused for a moment, inspecting his own body for any changes. All traces of his battle fatigue had vanished, and his injuries were completely gone.

Peering internally, he saw that his Flame Dragon bloodline had undergone a transformation, becoming even more crimson, now imbued with immensely potent power. "The Flame Dragon bloodline actually merged with the bloodline of the Phoenix Clan?

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Chen Feng shrugged with resignation, deciding not to dwell on the matter. Whether it was fortunate or disastrous, since it had happened, there was no point in overthinking it.

Looking over at Anliya not far away, Chen Feng felt a flicker of relief; since he had passed out, she hadn't killed him, suggesting her character wasn't entirely cruel. In reality, he was unaware that Anliya had wrestled with the decision for a long time before stopping her hand; otherwise, he would be a cold corpse now.

"Go out and find a few sets of clothes for Lingfeng, and take the opportunity to scope out the situation outside!" Chen Feng instructed Anliya. "But don't even think about revealing anything about us.

Since I dared to let you go, I naturally have ways to kill you if necessary!" As he finished speaking, a ball of flame suddenly erupted from his fingertip. He squeezed the flame in his hand, and Anliya instantly collapsed onto the ground, trembling violently from the pain.

Regardless of her character, he had to remain cautious. After all, the strength of Tianfeng Academy was overwhelming; a direct confrontation would only lead to his disadvantage.

It was understandable why Chen Feng was cautious. With the Academy's twenty-eight Dou Zun level experts (Tianfeng Academy had a total of 12 Dou Zuns and 17 Magisters, making 29 in total; with one killed by Chen Feng, 28 remained), if they surrounded him, Chen Feng would certainly not survive.

Prudence was necessary. After two years of experience, Chen Feng was no longer the reckless youth who acted without regard when consumed by rage.

His thinking had matured; he could now analyze his surroundings and circumstances. Anliya seemed to sense his thoughts.

She stood up and said, "I won't tell anyone!" Then she started to walk toward the exit. "Wait a moment," Chen Feng suddenly recalled a brilliant idea and called out to stop her.

Anliya halted and turned around, asking, "What is it?" Chen Feng said, "I'll go out with you!" "Are you insane?" Anliya couldn't help but exclaim when she heard this. "Don't you know the entire academy is looking for you?" Killing a teacher at the Dou Zun level—if they weren't searching for him now, it would be a miracle.

"I have a way to keep them from finding me," Chen Feng stated calmly. Though Anliya couldn't fathom why this youth, not much older than herself, possessed such supreme confidence, a feeling deep within her insisted that what he said would come true.

Chen Feng stopped talking. He glanced at Lingfeng, still lying on the bed, then leaped to his feet in one movement.

He utilized the Dark Gold Iron to completely conceal his cultivation. The flame energy inside his body began to circulate, and the vibrant red of his hair instantly shifted color, becoming somewhat golden-yellow.

He randomly selected a dark fruit from the medicinal stores nearby, squeezed out the juice, and smeared it across his face. In moments, his once fair complexion had turned slightly dusky.

Anliya’s facial muscles twitched upon seeing the fruit Chen Feng crushed—that was a Funeral Flower Fruit, worth at least 150,000 gold coins if sold... and he was using it like ink to paint his face...

While reaching the Dou Zun level didn't grant the ability to drastically alter one's appearance, a slight change was possible. He then retrieved a brand-new magic robe from Douglas's spatial ring and put it on.

Chen Feng was confident that even a Ninth Level Dou Zun standing before him now would fail to detect his concealed aura. "Can you still recognize me?" Chen Feng asked Anliya, who was standing nearby.

Seeing her silent, he looked up to find her eyes wide open, her fingers covering her mouth, a look of utter disbelief on her face. "How...

how did you do that!" Anliya stammered out the question. Changing his appearance and the color of his hair was one thing; what shocked Anliya was the way he had managed to completely mask his aura, making him utterly undetectable!

Chen Feng understood what she meant but certainly wouldn't reveal the secret of the Dark Gold Iron to this girl. He said calmly, "Let's go.

You lead the way. You know what to say if we run into anyone else!" Anliya managed to quell the tension in her heart and stopped talking, beginning to walk out.

Less than half a day had passed since entering the library, and she had already witnessed too many astonishing things. Forget a Dou Zun expert barely seventeen or eighteen years old; consider the healing efficacy of this red-haired youth, the medicinal herbs he produced so casually, or the method he used to conceal his aura.

Any one of these secrets, if leaked, would surely cause a massive uproar within the Academy—no, perhaps across the entire continent, driving everyone into a frenzy. Anliya, as a student, possessed access clearance to the 15th subterranean level of the library, which spoke volumes of her excellence.

Although she didn't know why this red-haired youth could accomplish these feats, she clearly understood the immense value inherent in them. The walk out of the library was smooth, without any incidents.

Walking along the campus path, Chen Feng scanned his surroundings. Despite the high echelons of the Academy launching a massive search operation for him, a significant portion of the student body remained unaware of what had transpired, still chatting animatedly about the duel between the Dean and the young woman earlier that day.

"I heard the Dean was injured; I wonder how he is now!" said a youth dressed in a green magic robe. "But that girl was truly formidable; she fought the Dean to a standstill." "Of course, didn't you hear the Dean say she's from the Phoenix Clan?

One of the Four Divine Beasts! If they couldn't reach the Dou Zun level, it would be truly strange," a young man in black warrior attire remarked from beside him.

"True. Oh, right, what about that youth who advanced to Dou Zun status by the competition stage this morning?

Who was he?" the green-robed youth asked curiously. "I heard from others that he's also from the Phoenix Clan and came with that girl.

Didn't you see him leave with her at the end?" the black-clad youth replied. "Yes, that makes sense.

If he weren't from a Divine Beast family, it's hard to imagine achieving Dou Zun strength at such a young age!" the green-robed youth sighed in admiration. "I also heard that this youth and that girl are lovers." "Lovers?" The green-robed youth paused in surprise.

"Yes, that's what everyone is saying. Look at how frantic that boy became after the girl was injured; you can tell their relationship is extraordinary." ................................

Anliya turned to look at Chen Feng, seeing his mouth twitching constantly, wearing an indescribably strange expression. She couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Rumors really are everywhere; gossip is human nature," Chen Feng mused inwardly. The two walked deeper into the campus.

Chen Feng's original intention was to gather intelligence on the movements of the Dou Zun level teachers within the academy. However, after circling once, he found that not a single student had any concrete information.

This was understandable. Although these Dou Zun level teachers wouldn't personally frequent herb shops or consult Light Mages, the students they employed would certainly be the elite forces of the academy.

Such individuals would never be found gossiping casually by the roadside. "Let's eat first!" Chen Feng suggested.

After descending the mountain, he had intended to eat at a tavern, but then he ran into Warren, followed by this cascade of events. Now that everything was settled, he suddenly felt the pangs of hunger.

Anliya looked at Chen Feng with a sense of disbelief. With so many powerful Dou Zun experts from the entire academy searching for him, he was walking openly within the courtyard, seemingly unconcerned, and with a healthy appetite for a meal...

What was his nerve made of? However, this thought flashed through Anliya’s mind and vanished just as quickly.

This young man before her was an anomaly; trying to gauge him by ordinary standards would likely lead to mental exhaustion. Truly, comparing oneself to others was maddening!

In the academy, those who reached Ninth Level Warrior status by age twenty were usually arrogant to the skies, considering themselves exceptional. Yet, this youth looked under eighteen and was already a Dou Zun...

Did he intend to let anyone else live? The dining hall of Tianfeng Academy was quite unique.

From the outside, it resembled a restaurant, but upon entering, one realized it was not much different from the dining halls in a university from his previous life—dozens of rows of tables were stacked side-by-side in the vast hall, filled with the clamor and noise of the students. The two found a table at random and ordered some food to eat.

"Anliya?" A burly man spotted Anliya, his eyes lighting up, and called out. Upon hearing the voice, Anliya's face instantly darkened.

"Derek!" The burly man, addressed as Derek, approached her side and suddenly saw Chen Feng sitting opposite her, his expression turning sour. "Anliya, have you been refusing me all this time because of this brat?" Derek suddenly roared loudly.

Anliya's face flushed crimson, almost dripping water. "What nonsense are you spouting?" ps:: Started writing at 7 AM and have only managed 9,000 characters while sitting here...

Ugh, I need to grab breakfast; I'm starving... It's already past three o'clock...

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