A Rank Four Light Magic manifested within the room, instantly suffusing the entire space with a holy atmosphere.

When the light faded, Drek bolted upright, his eyes fixed upon his cousin, Jacob, who sat casually nearby, sharp as a hunting eagle. "Why! If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I don't care if you're my cousin, I will still beat you!" Drek roared.

The typically arrogant youth could not bear such humiliation—being forced to crawl out from under a table in front of everyone.

Intense fury threatened to consume him! "Can you even defeat him?" Jacob wasted no words, offering only the simplest and most direct query.

If Drek’s rage was an expanding balloon, this single sentence was the needle that instantly punctured it.

He vividly recalled lunging forward with all his might, only to be struck squarely on the nose by a single punch.

The blow held no flair, no intricate martial skill, yet the timing was devastatingly precise—it landed precisely when his old force had dissipated and new strength had yet to coalesce! To time a strike with such accuracy, knocking him flat and nearly rendering him unconscious without even mobilizing his Dou Qi, proved this was beyond his ability to counter.

But would this offense go unavenged? No, absolutely not! Especially since he… he had been holding Anliya! "Ah..." Drek howled, as if trying to vent the entire reservoir of his dissatisfaction.

Jacob watched him finish his outburst, then rose slowly.

He spoke calmly, "You had best not seek revenge against him.

Because even if you trained for another ten years, you wouldn't be his match!" Without waiting for Drek’s reaction, Jacob turned and walked out.

Stepping out of the room, a flicker of deep concern immediately crossed his face. "What about that flame he implanted in me? I've tried countless potions with zero effect...

It's fine now while he doesn't actively channel it, but once he does..." The mere thought of the pain that coursed through him when Chen Feng controlled that inner fire sent shivers down his spine. "If...

if he were to die, wouldn't this worry cease?" A spark ignited in Jacob’s eyes.

A daring plan flooded his mind.

With that thought, a sinister smile touched his lips as he turned and re-entered the room.

……………………………………………………………………………… Deep within a distant mountain range stood a colossal palace.

A middle-aged man clad in ornate silk robes stood precisely in the center of the grand hall, delicately turning an antique artifact in his hands. "Report, my Lord!" A silhouette flashed outside the hall entrance and instantly appeared within.

Judging by the method, it was instantaneous transit via a Domain! For a mere attendant to deploy a Domain suggested he had already achieved the rank of Dou Zun! "What is it?" The silken-robed man raised a single, sharp eyebrow, exuding an imposing aura without uttering a word of anger. "The two sent—Heige and Baige—have been killed!" the newcomer reported. "How did they die?" The man’s brow remained utterly unwrinkled as he continued to examine the antique.

It seemed he had heard news of no consequence. "This is a Memory Crystal transmitted via a Teleportation Array from the location.

It clearly records the cause of their deaths!" The attendant finished, presenting a crystal shimmering with translucence.

The silken-robed man drew his hand through the air, and a mist immediately rose from the Memory Crystal, rapidly coalescing into an image.

This image displayed the final moments of the contest between Lingfeng and Xia Liubinqing, capturing the instant Chen Feng broke through to the Dou Zun realm.

The scene played on like a film, documenting the entire battle with striking clarity. "Bang!" A burst of fire swept through, and the two individuals who had attacked Lingfeng were instantly reduced to ash by Chen Feng's fury! "Endless Fire Domain?" Upon viewing the scene, the silken-robed man's gaze sharpened. "I had intended to pit the elders of Tianfeng Academy against the Phoenix Clan people this time, allowing me to profit from the chaos.

Unexpectedly, this young man ruined the plan...

Interesting! Summon Vice-Lord Kozmo." The middle-aged man gave the casual order. "Yes, My Lord!" The attendant bowed low and retreated.

A moment later, a towering brute entered, nearly two meters tall, resembling an iron tower, every muscle corded and tense. "My Lord, you called for me?" The silken-robed man nodded, casually tossing the Memory Crystal over. "Examine this." The brute, Kozmo, caught the Memory Crystal and projected his spirit into it.

After a moment, he raised his head, filled with confusion. "Endless Fire Domain?" The middle-aged man nodded. "Heige and Baige were incinerated before they even managed to self-detonate.

It is definitively the Endless Fire Domain!" Kozmo rumbled, "My Lord, should I capture him?" The middle-aged man smiled. "Yes, bring him back, but do not kill him—I want him alive! Also, directly seize the item for me; I do not wish to wait any longer.

In five years, the Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Energy will be at its lowest ebb, and it will be time to act!" "Yes, My Lord!" Kozmo acknowledged, cupped his hands, and left.

The silken-robed man returned his attention to the antique in his hand, showing no trace of weariness…………………………………………………………………………………… "This is a Memory Crystal?" Chen Feng held the slightly blue-tinged crystal, asking in confusion.

Anliya had led Chen Feng into a shop to buy a couple of outfits for Lingfeng.

Though Anliya was slender and well-proportioned, she lacked Lingfeng’s towering height, making her own clothes unsuitable; only new purchases would do.

Chen Feng had initially wanted to decline, but he followed when Anliya mentioned that people in shops were the most well-informed. "Yes? You don't recognize it?" Anliya looked at Chen Feng strangely.

Such an item was common and not particularly precious; it should be found everywhere.

Chen Feng shook his head, suddenly recalling the pendant he had picked up near the outer perimeter of Dragon Diagram Mountain.

It seemed to be made of the same material.

He flipped his wrist and produced it, comparing it side-by-side with the Memory Crystal. "Ah..." Anliya gasped upon seeing the crystal he produced, her breathing suddenly growing shallow. "This...

where did you get this?" Chen Feng glanced at the tense Anliya and suddenly understood. "I picked this up on the road that one time.

It must belong to someone in your group who dropped it.

I never knew what it was until now—it’s a Memory Crystal!" "I dropped it..." Anliya’s eyes filled with gratitude as she stared at Chen Feng. "Can you give it to me?" "Here," Chen Feng casually tossed the item over.

It was of no use to him.

Since Anliya claimed it was hers, giving it to her was fine. "Have you heard? Today's incident has infuriated all the Magisters.

They say that young man and that Phoenix Clan girl vanished in an instant, as if they evaporated from the air.

It's bizarre, but it’s alright; I heard Magister Feiyu is planning to cast the Great Prophecy Spell!" At this moment, two long-robed mages entered from outside.

Judging by the fluctuations of their magic, both were Magus level. "They are Senior Students, direct pupils of those Magister-level teachers!" Anliya whispered an explanation since Chen Feng was unaware.

Tianfeng Academy divided students based on innate talent into Ordinary Students and Senior Students.

Anliya was an Ordinary Student, attending regular classes and receiving standard education from teachers who were Magus or Dou Shi experts.

Senior Students, also called Elite Students, were selected from the most gifted freshmen each year, taught by masters at the Magister or Dou Zun level.

This disparity in education was precisely what allowed Tianfeng Academy to maintain its high proportion of experts and stand firm on the continent. "Alas, the Great Prophecy Spell is a Rank Nine Magic.

Such a fuss over two young people..." the second youth remarked. "This isn't making a fuss.

You must realize both of them are Dou Zun level experts! Going to such lengths for two Dou Zun experts is absolutely worthwhile!" the first youth countered. "That's true..." The two then moved on to discuss school secrets and various other trivial matters, mostly concerning women.

Chen Feng grew bored listening and turned away.

By then, Anliya had finished shopping and followed him out.

Stepping outside the shop, Chen Feng paused, his mind racing.

If the opposing side cast the Great Prophecy Spell, they would certainly pinpoint his and Lingfeng's exact locations.

He himself would be fine; now that his body had recovered, he could simply flee.

But Lingfeng was still unconscious; if she were captured like this, her fate would be grim. "Is Magister Feiyu, who is casting the Great Prophecy Spell, your teacher? I recall you are his assistant?" Chen Feng asked, remembering Anliya's status at the academy. "Yes!" Anliya nodded. "Let's go see your teacher," Chen Feng stated flatly. "What are you going to do?" Anliya's expression immediately changed. "Kill him!" Chen Feng’s tone carried no inflection, as if discussing an insignificant chore.

Anliya’s legs began to tremble. "I beg you, my teacher is a good man, very kind.

Please, do not harm him!" "Anyone who poses a threat to me, I will show no mercy," Chen Feng replied coldly.

Anliya’s face went deathly pale. "Don't hurt him.

If you must kill...

kill me instead!" Chen Feng’s eyes locked onto Anliya, and he said calmly, "If you are unwilling to take me to him, I will ask those two Senior Students from earlier to find him." Hearing this, Anliya straightened her posture.

A fleeting hesitation crossed her eyes as she clenched the pendant tightly in her palm. "I will take you to him!" With that, she turned and started walking forward.

Since the red-haired youth before her knew this information, seeking out Magister Feiyu had become inevitable.

It was better for her to lead him than to let him force those two students to do it.

At worst, she would die before her teacher.

With her decision firm, her steps became resolute.

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