Lin Beichen grew increasingly perplexed.
Why send more than a dozen cultivators to kill an ordinary person?
From start to finish, Lin Beichen had not considered himself.
The reason was simple.
He had slain Qin Wenwu in Jiangnan Water Village, and at that time, Qin Wenwu’s cultivation had nearly reached the Mystic Sect.
With the Celestial Gate just opening, few people could fully understand the Celestial Gate, let alone the Mystic Sect.
Even if someone wanted to challenge him, they would first need to stabilize their Celestial Gate Realm before considering him.
However, Lin Beichen’s reasoning, although correct, was too conventional.
He overestimated the ambitions of others and underestimated the methods of conspirators.
The Golden Mountain Sect had been high and mighty for too long and failed to notice Charlie Chan editing the combat video, concealing some of the fight’s details.
In the video they watched, Lin Beichen’s methods, although significant, were not astonishing.
For this reason, they devised a revenge plan.
"Zhao Weinan, wait here for me; I’ll go buy the tickets."
After talking to Zhao Weinan, Lin Beichen turned to the ticket booth.
He and Zhao Weinan had impulsively decided to attend the concert, and naturally, tickets were sold out. But there were still plenty of scalpers on site.
As Lin Beichen just left Zhao Weinan, he instantly noticed that more than a dozen assassins were converging towards him.
"Hmm?"
Lin Beichen paused slightly, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"So they’re targeting me."
These assassins, in terms of strength, were not weak.
The ones with strong cultivation were at the peak, while the weaker ones had trained their bodies to the extreme.
These dozen people could easily assassinate someone like Zhao Tianjie.
But facing him, they were simply overestimating their abilities.
Lin Beichen casually bought two scalper tickets, just ready to deal with the assassins, when someone rushed toward him.
"Senior Lin, did I see correctly? Is it really you?"
Lin Beichen was slightly stunned, suddenly feeling a fragrant scent filling his arms as a girl collided into him.
Lin Beichen quickly stepped back, distancing himself, his eyes tightly fixed on the person.
The person wore a veil, a mask, and sunglasses, completely concealing herself as if she were involved in some underground intelligence operation.
"Are you Qing Yinqi?"
Lin Beichen paused for a moment, instantly recognizing the girl.
She was just preparing backstage; why did she come out?
Moreover, how did she know him?
Lin Beichen felt puzzled.
His recent fame was indeed significant but limited in scope.
Those who knew Lin Beichen were more from the upper circles.
To ordinary people, Lin Beichen’s reputation was not even as well-known as Qing Yinqi’s hair.
"God of Academics, you know me?"
Qing Yinqi removed her mask, revealing a pretty face filled with excitement.
God of Academics?
Where did this nickname come from?
Lin Beichen found it amusing, but he faintly understood why Qing Yinqi knew him.
His reputation at Imperial Capital University was immense, especially since before his break, he had solved a world problem in Professor Qian’s class.
As fellow students in the same school, it was reasonable for Qing Yinqi to recognize him.
Lin Beichen glanced at the nearby assassins and asked indifferently:
"Aren’t you preparing for the concert? Why sneak out?"
"This concert is a charity event, and I’m just the finale performance. It’ll be a while before I’m on."
Qing Yinqi pouted, somewhat displeased.
Actually, with her current fame, she didn’t need to do charity to boost her popularity.
Today’s concert, rather than using her fame for charity, seemed more like using the charitable name to promote newcomers, and she was just repaying a favor to the company by bringing a few newcomers.
Lin Beichen casually responded, sensing the assassins’ approach, a glint of coldness in his eyes.
"Senior Lin, are you here with Zhao Weinan?"
Qing Yinqi asked curiously.
Lin Beichen was the super legend of Imperial Capital University, yet this person appeared as rarely as the mythical dragon, even though Lin Beichen had many stories, few had truly seen him.
Due to her frequent performances, Qing Yinqi had fallen behind in her studies, and her classmates later got her a Protective Talisman.
Qing Yinqi thought it was some kind of Immortal’s Spirit Talisman, but upon receiving it, she discovered it was called Lin Beichen.
This left Qing Yinqi puzzled yet curious.
What exactly earned this guy the title of God of Academics!
This was Imperial Capital University, where everyone was proud!
When she investigated Lin Beichen, she found he was even more legendary than she had imagined.
Especially a while back.
The retired old principal suddenly returned to campus, announcing a new scientific discovery, with Lin Beichen listed as the first author on the paper.
This incident reportedly caused a massive stir in the domestic academic circles, and the more Qing Yinqi investigated, the more shocked she became, realizing Lin Beichen truly deserved the title of God of Academics.
It was incredible to see such a legendary figure in person!
"I’m just wandering around."
Lin Beichen replied casually, his perception sensing the assassins’ actions, a flash of coldness in his eyes.
Because he had to buy scalper tickets, Lin Beichen’s location was at the outskirts of the crowd.
This area was relatively secluded, convenient for scalpers to flee quickly but also ideal for the assassins to act.
"Troublesome, I thought acting here wouldn’t alert others, but I’ve been recognized."
Lin Beichen glanced at the excited Qing Yinqi, feeling helpless.
He hadn’t wanted to cause a commotion, but now it seemed unavoidable.
Fortunately, he had achieved mastery in cultivation.
"Senior, do you like my concert?"
Qing Yinqi asked excitedly.
In the entertainment industry’s big melting pot, she rarely revealed her true emotions, but facing a legendary figure like Lin Beichen, she couldn’t control her excitement.
This person wasn’t just the God of Academics; he held significant status and assets.
It was said that although Lin Beichen was still a student, he controlled assets worth billions and had countless connections, frequenting the highest-level venues.
Such a large presence was naturally noble.
"Unfortunately, his background is a bit lacking."
Qing Yinqi felt a slight regret.
As she fantasized beside him, Lin Beichen’s expression suddenly changed.
In the crowd, dozens of assassins simultaneously moved, about to rush forward, but at that moment, a low roar sounded.
"What do you intend to do to Miss Qing?"
The voice appeared unusually abrupt, just as the assassins were about to strike, caught off guard by the sound, throwing them into disarray.
Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, the others quickly sheathed their blades and melted into the crowd, but one couldn’t escape in time and got entangled with the opponent.
Lin Beichen glanced at the person, his brow furrowing slightly.
It was a woman, agile yet ruthless, embodying a strange and unique beauty.
The opponent’s skill wasn’t weak, but he was restrained by the woman, nearly killed after just a dozen moves.
"You’re seeking death."
A furious roar erupted as the man’s body swelled, and then his energy exploded, pushing the surrounding crowd away.
Lin Beichen grabbed Qing Yinqi, following the crowd, quickly moving outside the arena.
In the crowd, a woman relentlessly chased, occasionally shooting Silver Needles.
Amid the crowd ahead, the assassins used their perception of killing intent to evade the Silver Needles at the last moment.
"Ah!"
The Silver Needles pierced into bystanders, causing screams of pain but no fatal wounds.
Whiz!
Three Silver Needles flew through the air, colliding with each other, the last one shooting downward.
The assassin couldn’t dodge in time, getting his ear pierced, nearly hitting his temple and exploding an eye.
The assassin turned back to glare at the woman, clearly shocked by her terrifying skills and mastery of the Silver Needles.
"Ah! Blood! Has someone fired a gun?"
Qing Yinqi hid behind a fake mountain, exclaiming.
"Miss Qing, lie down and don’t move!"
The woman wielding the Silver Needles heard Qing Yinqi’s words, her face changing abruptly.
But at the moment she was distracted, the killing intent was already upon her!