29 Yan Zhen’s Realization
Leaving Yu Heaven Pavilion, Yan Zhen felt frustrated.
He hadn’t been able to protect Zi Xunyi or Instructor Yu Xuan, and his cousins and the two senior sisters could only be put aside for now…
—Tsk! This is so annoying!
Yan Zhen ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
“Yan Zhen.” Huangfu Wenqing caught up to him. “Are you alright?”
Yan Zhen sighed deeply. “No, I’m not. I’m very angry. I want to punch something.”
Huangfu Wenqing took his arm, trying to soothe him. “Don’t be angry. The Dean is only so hostile towards you because she cares about Instructor Yu Xuan.”
Yan Zhen shook his head. “I’m not angry at her. I’m angry at myself. I want to protect everyone, but I can’t do it properly. How am I supposed to protect you all like this?”
“Yan Zhen, do you think that everyone, including me, is a fragile vase that needs your protection to survive?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Silly, have you ever considered that Instructor Yu Xuan also wants to protect you?”
“This…”
“Despite your argument, the Dean didn’t reject your application and didn’t make things difficult for you. That must be the result of Instructor Yu Xuan’s efforts. She’s enduring pressure from her family, waiting for you to rescue her. So, what are you going to do?”
“I—”
Yan Zhen suddenly understood.
Yes, Instructor Yu Xuan was fighting her own battles, so he had to fight his own as well.
If he were to marry into the Yu family, proving his talent and strength would be enough. But he wanted to marry Instructor Yu Xuan. That wasn’t enough.
He needed the power and influence to change the Yu family’s rules!
In short, he had to bring the entire Yu family under his control.
“I understand. I need to become stronger, not wallow in self-pity. Thank you, Wenqing.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help.”
Huangfu Wenqing smiled sweetly, unaware that her words had sparked a bold idea in Yan Zhen’s mind. She simply wanted to cheer him up.
As they returned to the dormitory, someone called out to them.
It was Ye Si, the plump disciple of the Mystic Academy Dean.
She waddled over to them, panting, and said, “Something terrible has happened, Junior Brother Yan Zhen! Our East District students are fighting with the West District students in the training grounds.”
Yan Zhen’s eyes narrowed. Did it happen early? In the script, the conflict between the East and West Districts was supposed to happen later.
“What happened?”
“Training Ground C was being used by our East District students, but the West District students suddenly came and tried to take it over, saying things like, ‘East District freshmen, don’t bother cultivating. Just go back to flirting with your representative.’ Xiao Mie and Yu Yue got angry and started fighting, but there are two Mystic Masters in the West District, and we only have that Third Prince from the Black Horn Empire. We’re outnumbered and outmatched.”
Yan Zhen sneered. “I’ll go take a look. I just happen to be in the mood for a fight.”
“I’ll go too,” Huangfu Wenqing smiled. “I want to see you in action.”
The three of them rushed towards Training Ground C.
[Ding! Key plot triggered]
As the system notification sounded in his mind, they arrived at the scene.
Most of the East District students were on the ground, only a few still fighting.
The Third Prince, surrounded by two one-star Mystic Masters, was being pushed back, forced into a defensive position. Xiao Mie, Yu Yue, and the others were also outnumbered, completely outmatched and battered.
“Is this all the East District has? No one else? Huh?”
“Not quite. The East District’s men might be weak, but their girls are quite something.”
“Indeed, especially those four who always stick together. Each one is more alluring than the last.”
“You East District softies don’t deserve such beauties. They should belong to us in the West District, haha—pfft!”
The speaker suddenly stopped, blood spraying from his mouth as he flew backward, landing on the ground unconscious. A charred fist mark was imprinted on his abdomen, a few wisps of flame still flickering.
The West District students were startled. Then, a flash of starlight, and another person went flying, crashing onto the dueling platform, coughing up blood.
The remaining students scattered, looking around fearfully. “Who? Who is it?! Show your—mmmph!”
Starlight illuminated the speaker’s shadow as a foot slammed down on his head, the heat igniting his hair. The immense pressure caused a concussion and forced him to his knees.
Everyone present, both from the East and West Districts, saw the newcomer clearly.
A young man wreathed in flames, his eyes glowing with sinister, vertical pupils, radiating intense heat and pressure.
“Yan Zhen!”
Xiao Mie, Yu Yue, and the other East District students’ faces lit up, relieved.
The West District students also recognized Yan Zhen, feeling a sense of dread as they sensed his aura.
He seemed… much stronger than they had anticipated.
“Is this all the East District’s new student representative can do? Sneak attacks?”
“I attacked from the front. You’re just too blind to see.” Yan Zhen looked around impassively at the fallen East District students and the struggling Third Prince, then said coldly, “Healthy competition promotes mutual growth, but ganging up like thugs… Pathetic.”
Whoosh.
Yan Zhen vanished, turning into a streak of starlight that shot into the crowd.
Eight Extremities Burst!
He didn’t even need to use the Ninth Burst. The first eight bursts were enough to send them flying with each punch.
The internal force he unleashed exploded within their bodies, their internal organs rattled, and they collapsed, coughing up blood and losing consciousness.
In less than five minutes, the West District students were all down, the rest retreating fearfully, their faces pale and legs trembling.
Yan Zhen didn’t pursue them, his gaze shifting towards the Third Prince.
Bang!
The Third Prince was sent flying by a joint attack from the two Mystic Masters, landing at Yan Zhen’s feet, coughing violently. If not for his protective armor, he wouldn’t be able to get up.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
The Third Prince, embarrassed by Yan Zhen’s concern, turned his face away, using one hand to support himself and the other to wipe the blood from his mouth, glaring at the two West District Mystic Masters.
He still had a trump card, but he didn’t want to waste it on such a meaningless fight. However, not using it meant being beaten up by these two, which was incredibly frustrating.
In a one-on-one fight, he wasn’t afraid of anyone in the same realm, except for that freak Yan Zhen!
—Damn those West District bastards!
“Leave them to me.”
Yan Zhen walked towards the two West District freshmen, a one-star and a two-star Mystic Master.
The two Mystic Masters had witnessed how easily Yan Zhen dealt with the Mystic Scholars and were wary.
However, two against one, they still had a chance.
This thought vanished the moment they clashed with him, replaced by regret and fear.
Unfortunately, it was too late to beg for mercy. Yan Zhen showed no mercy, breaking three ribs of each before tossing them aside.
Just a while ago, the West District students had been dominating. Now, Yan Zhen alone had completely turned the tables.
“Ahhhh—”
Seeing Yan Zhen’s demonic figure, the remaining West District students couldn’t bear the terror any longer and fled the training grounds, screaming as if they had seen a ghost.
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