33 Yan Zhen’s Emo Mood
For the first time in his life, the Third Prince was lifted into the air by his throat, but he resisted the urge to struggle.
Even his trump card shockwave couldn’t harm Yan Zhen. Defeating him was practically impossible, and he couldn’t escape from the airship at this altitude. His only option was… to beg for mercy.
A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. Survival was paramount.
He had indeed ordered his men to attack the people from the Gallo Kingdom, but it wasn’t a death sentence. There was still a chance for reconciliation. Just like his two subordinates, Yan Zhen had spared their lives.
However, the searing pain of the gray flames and the shock to his sea of consciousness made the Third Prince dizzy, unable to form words of plea.
“Sp-Yan-Spare-me…”
Yan Zhen’s eyes darkened, his mind flashing back to the scene of Jiu Youyue vanishing in his arms. Then, he remembered Xiao Xinyan lying pale and unconscious on the bed, his anger intensifying, his grip tightening.
The Third Prince convulsed, his eyes wide with terror:
“Yan Zhen, don’t…”
Yan Zhen shook his head, calming himself slightly. He glanced at the two reception instructors in the crowd and said indifferently, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I just… lost control of my emotions for a moment.”
Holding the Third Prince, he addressed the surrounding students, his voice clear and loud: “I don’t care what you do, but if anyone dares to hurt my people, I won’t let them off the hook… Next time, it won’t be this simple.”
Yan Zhen tossed the Third Prince aside, then, without looking at anyone else, transformed into a streak of starlight and left.
Silence fell over the crowd. Yan Zhen’s power and ruthlessness had shocked them. They hadn’t expected such a monstrous prodigy among their peers.
Just a while ago, the Third Prince had been so arrogant, summoning representatives from the various kingdoms to discuss an alliance, unilaterally deciding that the Black Horn Empire would lead. Those who defied him, like Xiao Mie from the Gallo Kingdom, were severely beaten. Even Xiao Xinyan, who tried to help her cousin, was gravely injured.
They had thought no one would dare to challenge the Third Prince’s authority, but now, Yan Zhen had practically beaten him to a pulp, completely dominating him with ease.
Was this their competition?!
—The Sacred Ground Academy is terrifying~
The students shuddered.
The two reception instructors glanced in the direction Yan Zhen had left, impressed by his movement technique. He was only at the Mystic Master realm, yet he possessed flying abilities comparable to a Mystic King.
They walked over and gave healing pills to the two unconscious men, saving their lives, then said, “The academy encourages competition. You can fight however you want, but you cannot take lives, and you cannot damage the airship… The repair costs for the airship will be shared equally between both parties.”
“Alright, disperse.”
The instructors had spoken, and the students didn’t dare to disobey, returning to their rooms.
In room number one, the group from the Gallo Kingdom returned just as Yan Zhen and Instructor Yu Xuan were helping the unconscious Xiao Xinyan, channeling their Mystic Power to heal her.
Seeing this, the others didn’t disturb them and quietly closed the door.
Half an hour later, Yan Zhen and Instructor Yu Xuan finished their treatment, and Xiao Xinyan woke up.
She leaned weakly against Instructor Yu Xuan, looked at Yan Zhen, and smiled faintly, her face pale. “Yan Zhen, Instructor, thank you.”
Yan Zhen’s expression remained serious. “Don’t be so impulsive in the future. You can discuss things with us first if something happens.”
“Sorry for causing you trouble.”
“Don’t mention it—rest well. I’ll go back now.”
Yan Zhen got up and left.
Xiao Xinyan watched him leave, then turned to Instructor Yu Xuan and asked, feeling a bit wronged, “Instructor, is Junior Brother Yan Zhen angry with me?”
Instructor Yu Xuan smiled faintly, patted her student’s head, and said softly, “He’s angry with himself for not protecting you.”
“Eh?” Xiao Xinyan blinked in confusion. “Junior Brother Yan Zhen didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my fault. I knew I was no match for them, yet I still intervened, resulting in this…”
“Then do you know you were wrong, Xinyan?”
“Yes.”
“Apologize to everyone after you recover.”
“I understand, Instructor.”
Room Number Three.
Yan Zhen took a bath, put on his pajamas, lay on the bed, and opened the system interface to claim his mission reward.
[Special Trump Card – Aura of Dominance 2.0: Upon activation, exerts a powerful aura, instilling a sense of submission in others. Effective only on Mystic Venerable and below.]
[Note: Using it together with the “Special Trump Card – Majestic Roar” will enhance the effect and duration.]
Yan Zhen said nothing, silently putting it away. He was clearly not in a good mood.
A series of ellipses appeared on the system interface, then changed to a question mark.
Yan Zhen swatted the system interface away, but it popped up again, displaying a pair of puckered lips, the [Special Trump Card – Mwah~], which could remove abnormal statuses, including emotional distress.
Yan Zhen was speechless. “I’m not so pathetic that I need to use a precious trump card to cheer myself up. Go away, stop popping up in front of me.”
[Ding! Friendly reminder: The host is a genius~]
“…Get lost!”
Yan Zhen put away the system interface and continued to wallow in his emo mood.
Knock, knock, a knock came at the door, but Yan Zhen didn’t react. A moment later, the door opened automatically, and Yan Meng’er, Yan Ruyu, and Mi Xue’er walked in.
Seeing Yan Zhen lying on the bed, face buried in the pillow, looking dejected, they sat down beside him.
Yan Zhen asked sullenly, “What is it?”
Yan Meng’er lay down beside him, facing him. “Cousin, don’t be sad. Meng’er and older sister will sleep with you tonight~ Right, older sister?”
Yan Ruyu blushed slightly and hummed in agreement.
“And me, I’ll also accompany you, Little Brother Yan Zhen,” Mi Xue’er added. “If you’re feeling down, you can act spoiled with me. I’ll give you a loving hug~”
“Stop messing around.” Yan Zhen rolled over to face the ceiling and sighed. “This bed is too small for four people.”
“It’s fine.” Yan Meng’er snuggled closer, lying on Yan Zhen’s chest. “Meng’er will sleep on top of Cousin, and older sister and Senior Sister Xue’er will sleep on either side of you. Perfect!”
Yan Zhen rolled his eyes. “You want to crush me?”
“You say that again, Meng’er isn’t heavy at all.” Yan Meng’er pouted. “Or, Cousin can sleep on top of Meng’er.”
“Sleep on you, my foot.”
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