A personal maid capable of holding her own against a Dou Huang.
A maid's mount—a terrifying sixth-rank magical beast, the Amethyst Winged Lion King.
And as for the master himself—Ye Feng hadn't even lifted a finger yet.
Hu Qian could hardly imagine Ye Feng's true strength. In his heart, only Elder Su Qian, a Dou Zong, might be able to match such a being.
"Hurry! Go to the library and summon Elder Qian Bai!" Hu Qian barked an urgent order to the law enforcement team.
He had no confidence that even Su Qian could handle Ye Feng. Perhaps only the two elders guarding the library—legendary Half-Venerables—stood a chance.
Though Hu Qian was a Dou Huang, the Amethyst Winged Lion King had already begun to show signs of advancing to the seventh rank under Ye Feng's care. And despite the fierce exchange, Hu Qian had been unable to gain any ground against the beast. At best, they were evenly matched.
Ya Fei, was hanging on by the edge. Without Ye Feng's gifted spirit bones and her Fire Spirit Physique, she would have already fallen under Wu Tianlang's brutal assault.
Meanwhile, the little Amethyst Winged Lion King continued feasting. After devouring a warrior, it leapt onto the Undead Tree and sank its fangs into the corpse of Blood Sword Wu Hao.
The grotesque sight of magical beasts gnawing on his adopted son's remains pushed Wu Tianlang over the edge.
"AAAHHH!!"
His fury erupted, and his next barrage of attacks sent Ya Fei retreating step by step, unable to withstand the Dou Huang's explosive power.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a wave of pure Dou Qi exploded from the adult Amethyst Winged Lion King. The surrounding heaven and earth trembled violently. Even in the distant inner courtyard of Canaan College, hundreds of miles away, powerful cultivators felt the tremor.
"Someone's broken through... to Dou Zong."
Elder Su Qian frowned deeply. He turned toward the source, eyes narrowing with grave concern. "That fluctuation… it's coming from Heping Town."
Heping Town was the front gate of Canaan Academy. To have such a powerful eruption there could only mean one thing—a massive crisis.
Without hesitation, Su Qian tore through space and rushed toward the scene.
Back in Heping Town, a blinding violet light surged from the Amethyst Winged Lion King's body, illuminating the entire sky. It was as though a second sun had risen—this one glowing with a blazing purple-red hue.
The light became unbearable, then swiftly receded.
When it vanished, standing in the place once occupied by the lion king was a woman clad in a fiery purple-red robe. Her hair and eyes glowed with matching flames, and a small tentacle on her forehead flickered with crimson fire.
She looked… otherworldly.
"Haha! I've finally broken through to the seventh rank!"
The voice came from the purple-haired woman—none other than the newly transformed Amethyst Winged Lion King in human form.
Hu Qian, who had been locked in combat with the beast, stumbled back in shock. He hadn't expected this turn.
Seizing the moment, the Amethyst Winged Lion King redirected her attention to Wu Tianlang, preparing to strike.
She formed seals with her fingers, gathering her surging energy into a condensed beam.
"Master, step aside!" she warned.
Ya Fei reacted instantly, retreating a hundred meters in a single burst of speed.
The Amethyst Winged Lion King released a terrifying purple-red beam of light that tore across the sky, heading straight for Wu Tianlang.
Sealing Technique: Blood Knife!
Wu Tianlang responded with his own ultimate move—a blood-red blade hurtling toward Ya Fei.
BOOM!
Both attacks landed.
The beam engulfed Wu Tianlang, while his blood knife struck Ya Fei's chest. Fortunately, her spirit bones absorbed most of the impact. Though blood trickled from the corner of her lips, she remained standing—shaken, but far from defeated.
With a roar, the Amethyst Winged Lion King slashed through the air.
Lion Claw!
A massive claw imprint surged forward, slicing through the very air and crashing into Wu Tianlang's chest. His Dou Qi surged for a moment, then was completely sealed. Just like Yun Yun in the original story, he found himself powerless—unable to move, unable to fight.
PFFF!
Wu Tianlang coughed up a mouthful of blood as his body plummeted from the sky.
"Commander Wu!" Hu Qian shouted.
He caught the Dou Huang in mid-air, but the damage was done. Wu Tianlang grabbed Hu Qian's collar with trembling hands, as if trying to speak… yet not a word came out. His fingers slipped.
And he was gone.
Wu Tianlang, Dou Huang—dead.
For a moment, silence fell across the battlefield.
Hu Qian, usually calm and composed, now looked visibly shaken. His eyes fell on the man still seated peacefully: Ye Feng.
A black-robed youth. No visible aura. No movement. No spirit fluctuation.
And yet, the oppression Hu Qian felt… was immense.
It reminded him only of the two elders from the library—beings whose strength was on the cusp of transcending Dou Zong.
A sudden tearing sound echoed in the sky.
Whoosh!
A streak of black light descended like a meteor. It landed in the middle of Heping Town, revealing an elderly man in a black robe, long beard and hair fluttering like silk threads.
His eyes were like blades.
The moment his gaze swept over Ya Fei, her entire body stiffened. Cold sweat dripped from her brow as if a blade hovered against her throat.
She turned instinctively to Ye Feng, seeking comfort.
And in his calm, unmoved expression, she found it.
With Ye Feng around—there was nothing to fear.
"Great Elder! You've come!"
Hu Qian's face lit up. But his excitement soon faded when he noticed Su Qian's solemn expression.
Even as a Two-Star Dou Zong, Su Qian wasn't confident he could win.
His eyes narrowed as they locked onto the now-human Amethyst Winged Lion King.
"Level seven…"
Two heavy words.
Su Qian stared at the transformed beast. A Seventh-Rank Amethyst Winged Lion King—a magical beast whose strength now rivaled a One-Star Dou Zong. Worse, among magical beasts, it was a high-tier bloodline—one of the top 100-ranked.
Even Su Qian, who had cultivated for centuries, couldn't guarantee victory against such a foe.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two more sounds tore through the sky.
From afar, twin gray beams streaked toward Heping Town, halting mid-air. They revealed two elderly men clad in plain grey robes, their eyes sharp as lightning.
"Excellent. Elder Qian Bai is here too," Hu Qian said, breathing a sigh of relief.
These two were the true guardians of Canaan College—Half-Venerables, beings with one foot already in the realm of Dou Zun.
The two grey-cloaked elders glanced down, their sharp gazes falling upon the body of Wu Tianlang hanging limply on the Undead Tree.
Their killing intent flared.
Even Ya Fei, proud and defiant, couldn't withstand it. She dropped to one knee, face pale, chest heaving.
"I greet Elder Qian Bai."
Hu Qian bowed respectfully. But as he stood, his breath caught in his throat.
The two mighty Half-Venerables… were both staring at Ye Feng.
And in their eyes—a hint of fear.