"I heard that the Academy temporarily replaced the person for the debate, having Mr. Wu replace the Young Master."
"I see," someone realized, "isn’t this the Academy misleading Chen Sanliang on purpose? Chen Sanliang did his homework in vain all this time, no wonder he’s so furious and started confronting right away."
"No wonder the Young Master isn’t speaking up in face of Chen Sanliang’s outburst, it’s because he knows he’s at fault."
...
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, none of them fools.
Zhang Chen looked at the Young Master, seeing him sitting there nonchalantly as if he hadn’t heard the crowd’s chatter, he couldn’t help but curiously ask:
"Aren’t you embarrassed?"
"Embarrassed about what? I’m not at a loss! This is an open scheme, if Chen Sanliang has the ability, he should switch too! Besides, they can gossip all they want, what can they do, bite me?" Zhu Xun replied confidently and righteously.
Zhang Chen was at a loss for words, this guy’s face was indeed thicker than a city wall, truly incorrigible.
Just as the crowd was in heated discussion, someone suddenly shouted:
"Mr. Wu is here!"
As the words sounded, the crowd simultaneously looked toward the gate, seeing several figures approaching from the gate direction, led by an old man in his sixties with grizzled hair, wearing luxurious clothes with imprints of Confucian Chapters, making him look like a walking scripture, very eye-catching.
Behind the old man were eight men in their thirties, seemingly his disciples, serving him respectfully.
"Senior brother, you’re finally here," Zhu Xun changed his nonchalant demeanor upon seeing the old man and went up to him.
"I was held up midway due to some matters," Mr. Wu said.
"Hurry up there, defeat the madman soon, let’s go back and drink tea," Zhu Xun said.
Mr. Wu nodded at these words and walked toward the platform, but before he got on the platform, a figure blocked his path.
It was Han Suzhen!
Dressed in men’s attire, Han Suzhen blocked Mr. Wu’s path and respectfully said, "Mr. Wu."
Mr. Wu looked at Han Suzhen, his eyes showing a trace of reminiscence, "It’s you, girl, we haven’t met in years."
"I hope we never meet again in this life," Han Suzhen said.
"It’s nice to never meet, but you know there’s a lot we don’t control," Mr. Wu said helplessly.
"But you can control one thing, which is to leave the platform," Han Suzhen said.
"Impossible! This matter concerns the grand plan of our Academy, even if your grandfather came, he couldn’t make me leave," Mr. Wu shook his head, "You better step aside, the trend is unstoppable, it is not something individual power can block."
"I really can’t go back," Han Suzhen said.
Mr. Wu shook his head and walked around Han Suzhen, continuing toward the platform, but as they passed, Han Suzhen struck.
A sharp dagger somehow appeared in her hand, slicing through the air toward Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu’s body surged with Vast Righteous Qi, with the Power of the Soul flowing, preparing to defend, but Han Suzhen’s Qi Blood erupted, shattering Mr. Wu’s protective Power of the Soul, then Mr. Wu felt dizzy, and the dagger was against his neck.
Han Suzhen had cultivated Qi Blood!
"Han Suzhen, what are you doing? Trying to become enemies with our Academy?" The Young Master was alarmed by the sudden change in the scene.
No one expected that Han Suzhen had cultivated Qi Blood, and was a Martial Dao expert.
"Mr. Wu’s capability should be Yin Spirit Perfection, without Pure Yang Qi birthed, his cultivation progress slightly inferior to the Young Master’s," Zhang Chen assessed the change in the scene.
"Without reaching the Yang God stage in the Divine Soul Dao, being approached suddenly by a Martial Artist who cultivated Qi Blood would be disastrous! The current Mr. Wu is an example, a dignified Yin Spirit Great Perfection, facing a newly cultivated Martial Dao Qi Blood expert, can’t even deploy measures, ended with a knife on the neck. Better not cultivate the Divine Soul Dao, my Magical Power is more appealing. Just my Gold Talisman, Silver Talisman alone, be it Martial Dao or Divine Soul, if your cultivation is inferior to mine, I’ll suppress you." Zhang Chen thought to himself grumblingly.
Of course, if Mr. Wu could create distance, and the Yin Spirit had the chance for Soul Emergence, Han Suzhen would be ground to death. But the key is Mr. Wu is already close to Han Suzhen, the Yin Spirit wouldn’t dare leave the body, any Soul Emergence attempt provoking Han Suzhen would result in a quick knife to the neck, quite an embarrassing death.
Cultivators of the Divine Soul Dao, from Soul Emergence to Exorcism, all require the soul to emerge. Only at the Yin Spirit stage can one interfere with physical things without Soul Emergence, but the powers manifested are merely a tenth, far from enough to shake the Qi Blood-protected Han Suzhen.
"Han Suzhen, what are you doing?" The Young Master Zhu Xun was anxious at this moment. Han Suzhen was his cousin, and if heaven was breached, the Han Family would inevitably be implicated; the Academy wouldn’t let it slide! He was anxious now, trying to pull Han Suzhen back and find a way to resolve the change.
"You can use your schemes, but I can’t use my means?" Han Suzhen sneered coldly, "I just want to give Chen Sanliang a fair chance for a debate, please take the stage Young Master."