Chapter Seventeen Trouble Arrives

  "You scoundrel! What are you? Teach me a lesson! My old man is the imperial finance officer! Kneel down and apologize to me at once! I'll let you off with your life!"

  Although Shen Peng's tone was very fierce, the hint of fear in his eyes was quite obvious. Zong Yin had already left a shadow in his heart with his thunderous momentum. In desperation, he loudly reported his own father.

  Zong Yin felt much better and calmer after venting his anger, but upon hearing Shen Peng's threat, he coldly smiled and kicked him in the side waist.

  "Another scumbag relying on having a good father, acting arrogant and domineering. Remove the halo from your family and you are nothing! Trash!"

  Yan Bai Zong Yin walked out of the library with a look that was no different from anyone else's.

  "Stop him! I want him dead! Who will help me break his arms and legs? I'll pay for a year's worth of living expenses!"

  Zong Yin's words, without leaving any room for sentiment, exposed Shen Peng's ugly side. Shen Peng's face turned ferocious as he bowed to the ground, furiously bellowing in anger. As the son of a financial officer, he was well aware of the allure of money.

  Upon hearing this, the crowd that had just been intimidated by Zong Yin's aura suddenly lit up with excitement. They couldn't wait to teach a lesson to this young man who seemed to have no background, yet was able to show his face in front of a beauty and earn enough money for the next year's living expenses. Why not? At this moment, six or seven boys were eager to take action.

  "Stop it! Why do you boys always know how to fight and be cruel?"

  Lan Xin furrowed her brow, staring at Zong Yin's back as he prepared to leave. Her gaze was complex, and Zong Yin's words had stirred up some emotions within her, a sense of shared desperation as fellow outcasts.

  The beauty's words still worked, and Lan Xin opened her mouth. The few people who had just prepared to go forward were all smiling foolishly and retreated back.

  But Shen Peng was unwilling to let Zong Yin off so easily, and in his eyes, his image in Lan Xin's heart had already fallen to the bottom of the valley. Lan Xin stopping those who were about to teach Zong Yin a lesson only made the jealousy in his heart even more intense.

  "Who made a move! I've covered all his tuition and expenses for six years!"

  Shen Peng's gaze at Lan Xin flashed with a hint of resentment and venom, gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

  In an instant, six figures darted out. In the face of tangible benefits and beauties that may not be attainable, many people chose the benefits in front of them.

  A few people who took action were ordinary in family background and experience, and basically had no hope of catching up with Lan Xin. As long as they moved their hands, they could earn all the expenses during their time at Soul School, so they chose to take action decisively.

  Zong Yin continued to move forward, but at the same time, he was always paying attention to what was behind him. As soon as the six people made a move, he suddenly turned around, and 104 strands of soul power burst out from his body, evenly distributed among the six locations. Under the subtle manipulation of his soul power, they transformed into countless tiny short needles that shot towards the eyes of the six approaching men.

  The six people did not expect that Zong would launch a sneak attack, and they had not opened their soul force shields. In an instant, countless soul force needles shot into the skin around their eyes from their pores. Even though these people had been training their bodies with soul force for many years, making their bodies as hard as stone, it was still impossible to defend every part of their body.

  "Ah!" Six miserable cries rang out at the same time, and countless blood gushed out from the pores around the eyes of six people. The pores around the eyes of the six people became as large as if they had been pierced with an awl.

  Fresh blood flowed into the eyes of the crowd, temporarily blinding them. Zong Yin gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, turning to charge at the six people. He took out the gray stone slab from his pocket, which was the only thing that could be considered a weapon, and used all his might to smash it against the heads of the six people who had lost their sight, knocking one person down after another until he continued to knock down the next one.

  At this time he didn't care if he would knock someone dead, ensuring his own safety was most important.

  A moment later, Zong Yin's body was covered in blood plasma, and the gray stone slab in his hand had turned crimson. He took a deep breath, and with a scornful glance at Shen Peng, whose legs were still trembling uncontrollably, he turned around and walked back to his dormitory.

  Shen Peng, the son of a financial officer, had never seen such a bloody scene before. It was as if Zong Yin had just crawled out of a sea of blood, and Shen Peng was so scared that he almost peed his pants. He didn't dare say another word, watching silently as Zong Yin slowly walked away.

  It's not just Shen Peng, others who didn't take action are the same. These people didn't take action because their family background is similar to Shen Peng's. They usually rely on their family to bully others, but it doesn't work here.

  Unlike these people, Lan Xin was also staring at Zong Yin's departure with a surprised face, but what she was surprised about was the stone slab in Zong Yin's hand. With her eyesight, how could she not see the origin of this stone slab? She knew even more clearly who the original owner of this stone slab was.

  The old man in the corner of the library smiled with a hint of profundity, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and vanished on the spot.

  When the old man reappeared, he was already on the highest floor of the library, where rare and secret books were stored, books that ordinary people had no chance to read. Li Buqi's master, Ye Feng, sat in the position where the old man should have been, holding a cup of clear tea, savoring each sip, his expression revealing that he was lost in thought.

  "Old Fan, why aren't you properly guarding the top pavilion? What's with all this running around?"

  When he saw the old man appear, Ye Feng stood up with a smile and asked somewhat accusingly.

  The old man Fan in the Ye Feng mouth was the one who gave the stone slab to Zong Yinsi, and there were only a few people in the entire Soul Academy who knew his identity. Ye Feng, who was from the same era as him, was one of them. The reason why Old Man Fan stayed in the Soul Academy was that he had promised the previous principal to guard the top floor of the library as its guardian.

  "I found an interesting little fellow and happened to give him some interesting things. Originally, I thought he was a bit of trouble and wanted to lend him a hand, but unexpectedly this little guy is more interesting than I imagined."

  Old Man Fan smiled slightly, a soul force formed hand directly took the clear tea that belonged to him from Ye Feng's hands, slowly sat back in his position, with both hands inserted into his sleeves, facing the sun, and the teacup was suspended on one side by two soul force arms.

  Without hesitation, Ye Feng took a sip of his tea, closed his eyes and carefully savored the changes in the tea's flavor in his mouth. After a long while, Fan Lao slowly opened his eyes and asked straightforwardly: "Never mind that, no one comes to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. What brings you here?"

  "Things are a bit complicated, and after investigating, it's been found that all the major soul schools have been infiltrated by a mysterious organization with unclear intentions. I'd like to ask for your help in taking out the 'mole' within our own school."

  Ye Feng smiled wryly and directly stated the purpose of this visit to Old Man Fan, without beating around the bush.

  Fan Lao Ren's expression didn't change at all, his duty was just to guard the things inside the top pavilion and make sure nothing went wrong, other than that it had nothing to do with him. At this moment he wanted to open his mouth and refuse Ye Feng's request.

  Ye Feng wasn't unfamiliar with Old Man Fan, so he naturally knew that the old man wouldn't easily take action. After a moment of contemplation, Ye Feng continued, "Preliminary guesses suggest that a large portion of this mysterious organization's members are disciples of the Devouring Heaven Sect, and even the slightest bit of their original soul power within the Tong Tian Ding has been devoured."

  Ye Feng's words had only reached halfway when Old Man Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, and with him as the center, a fierce gust of dark wind swept through the entire library. Outside the library, dark clouds gathered, strong winds howled, and flashes of lightning flickered in and out of sight.

  "What do you want me to do."

  After taking a deep breath, Old Man Fan returned to his usual calm demeanor and asked faintly. As he calmed down, the strange phenomenon in the sky also disappeared.

  "I knew you'd agree, that kid has already set up traps and bait, all you need to do is stand guard outside the trap and prevent the prey from breaking out and hurting someone."

  Ye Feng smiled slyly, revealing a triumphant smile of conspiracy.

  Old Man Fan nodded silently, seemingly lost in some sort of reminiscence. Ye Feng also knew about Old Man Fan's past and didn't disturb him anymore, heading down to the lower level of the library. As a result, he bumped right into Lan Xin, who was rushing up hastily.

  "Oh, master, sorry, I didn't notice you."

  Lan Xin saw that it was her own master, and hastily paid respects, asking after his well-being.

  "You little girl, you're always so reckless and impulsive. When I'm gone, how can I be at ease letting you go out on your own to gain experience?"

  Ye Feng patted Lan Xin's head, his face full of helplessness. Although Lan Xin was gifted with a photographic memory and never forgot anything, unfortunately her careless nature made her extremely reckless in many things, without any caution.

  "Are you looking for Old Man Fan? Is there something urgent? Come back next time, Old Man Fan is in a bad mood now."

  Yefeng teased Lan Xin a few words and then guessed why Lan Xin was rushing upstairs in such a hurry.

  "Old Man Fan gave away that stone slab! The one I've been asking him for a long time and he refused to give me!"

  As soon as this was mentioned, Lan Xin's mouth pouted, her face full of displeasure, and she said in a bad mood, while also stomping her foot heavily.

  Ye Feng's eyebrows rose, and he suddenly remembered what Old Man Fan had said before. He couldn't believe that the so-called interesting thing he gave to someone else was actually that stone slab. After a moment of thought, Ye Feng revealed a hint of a smile once again.

  "Take Master Wang to see who your grandfather Fan gave the stone tablet to, okay?"

  "Alright... Master, that person is gone, I don't know him..."

  Lan Xin nodded without saying a word, and agreed immediately. She thought to herself that she would let Shifu take action and retrieve the stone slab, but then she thought again, although she had seen Zong Yin's face twice, she didn't know what his name was or which class he was in.

  Ye Feng patted Lan Xin's head again, letting out a somewhat helpless sigh.