"Call your dean out!"
In front of Lingxiao Academy, people gathered again. This time was different from before. Each of them was fierce, as if Long Chen had dug up their ancestral grave, each with a fierce look on their face, as if they wanted to bite someone.
"Sorry, Director Long Chen is busy with affairs and would like to request an audience with the dean. He needs to make an appointment in advance, and only after approval will the meeting be arranged."
During this period, even the guards at the academy entrance had become numb. After witnessing all kinds of grand scenes, they were now neither shocked nor calm.
Back when the powerful figures of the Fate-Hunting Clan arrived, they witnessed Long Chen slaughter everywhere. Now, Lingxiao Academy is full of confidence. Although the higher-ups are absent, from top to bottom, Lingxiao Academy is thriving.
Most of the older generation of experts had left, and those left mostly took on behind-the-scenes work. Most important positions within the academy were held by the younger generation.
It can be said that the entire Lingxiao Academy has seen a new atmosphere. With Long Chen, this super powerhouse, the academy is more confident than before.
The receptionist at the entrance was neither servile nor arrogant when facing any powerful opponent; even when a Saint King arrived, they had to follow the rules.
In the past, they never dared to imagine this, but now that Long Chen has taken charge of the academy, the disciples inside feel genuine pride and honor.
Originally, the academy's reception was handled by the older generation of strong figures, since they were mature and cautious and rarely got angry. However, after receiving the Long family's strong figures last time, Long Chen felt this was unacceptable and immediately replaced all the older generation.
Long Chen put his mind at it. Lingxiao Academy is hospitable, but even guests have their own distinctions. When you encounter a bad guest, don't indulge their faults—just persuade them to leave. If they refuse to leave, have someone come out and deal with them.
Now that the hostile guest had arrived, the disciples responsible for receiving them not only did not get angry, but instead felt a hint of sympathy for these people, because the more arrogant they were now, the more miserable they would be later.
"What do you mean?" Do you think it's enough to just hide away? Just because you smash someone else's blame, you can stay out of trouble? "A Saint King elder shouted angrily.
It turned out that Long Chen's conversation with those young people yesterday spread instantly. Many factions who were unsure how to make their choice immediately calmed down, feeling that Long Chen was right—they could wait until the Nine Heavens Gate was fully opened before making a decision.
You can't just see someone draw a peach; you have to see it yourself. Additionally, Long Chen said that Lingxiao Academy has territory in Emperor Heaven. If they have nowhere to go after entering, they can temporarily stay at Lingxiao Academy without worrying about being swallowed up by major forces or attacked by monsters.
No one would question Long Chen's promise. Even without the title of dean of Lingxiao Academy, just the name Long Chen alone was a golden reputation.
As a result, countless forces became objective and calm, no longer rushing to make choices, which made the forces from Emperor Heaven instantly fly into a rage.
The groundwork was already almost done, and the waters were about to boil, yet Long Chen pulled the string of blows. How could they not hate Long Chen?
"You don't need to be so loud. After all, we're all young and not deaf. If you keep your voice down, we can hear you too.
Our director said we should speak calmly, not impatient, and shout loudly only to appear uncultured and people will laugh at us. The disciple in charge of reception spoke calmly and unhurriedly.
"You... You're just a lowly lackey, how dare you be so reckless? "That Saint King expert was nearly driven mad by anger. Even a mere academy disciple dared to mock him like this.
"You are mistaken. Dean Long Chen said that an academy is a school for all under heaven, and also for each and every one of us."
When it comes to position, there is no distinction between high and low; when it comes to reason, no distinction between elder and younger. Often, whether dean or laborer, the rank is the same.
Whether it's the dean or the underlings, they all strive together to create a civilized and harmonious environment.
Sir, as a Saint King with a thick beard and countless years, in terms of awareness, you are far inferior to me, a lowly lackey, let alone be compared to our dean.
With your magnanimity and judgment, you actually want to meet our dean? I'm not saying this to you, but you better not bring shame upon yourself. The disciple said calmly.
It must be said, Long Chen was very accurate at picking people. Although this disciple wasn't very strong, he was eloquent and never cursed. After a round of rebuttal, he left the opponent speechless.
"Are you looking for death... The
old man, furious and humiliated, was about to strike.
Facing the roaring Saint King expert, the disciple showed no fear at all. He said calmly, "I advise you not to act. Although if you do so, I will surely die."
But if you kill me, our dean will surely take your life to avenge me.
Originally, a life for a life—trading mine for a Saint King's life was a good deal.
But I don't see it that way. I'm only thirty-seven this year, in the prime of my life. Following Dean Long Chen means endless opportunities in the future.
And you're already a twilight old man. If I die with you, I still feel like I'm losing out. So, I don't want to die, and I guess you don't want to die either. So don't get worked up—think it through before you act. "
You..."
The Saint King was trembling with rage. Originally, he had only acted to scare this kid. As long as he scared him away, this matter would be over, at least he had regained some dignity.
But after this kid said that, he was instantly caught in a dilemma. If he didn't act, it would prove he was afraid. If he did, he really wouldn't dare kill this kid.
Many powerful figures present had come to seek answers from Long Chen. At this moment, the old man immediately regretted being the first to stand up—if only he had let others stand up.
But at this moment, he was already trapped. Seeing the disciple's cold expression, which seemed like a silent mockery, his anger surged instantly. His large hand was hooked, and he fiercely grabbed at the disciple's throat.
At that moment, he understood why he had killed him. He only needed to humiliate him a little, which would save his pride.
"Whoosh."
At the very moment he made his move, a trace of panic finally appeared on the disciple's face. Facing a Saint King, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous—after all, you only have one life, and losing it means it's gone. He immediately turned and ran.
But the moment he moved, he was shocked to find space distorted, and he had involuntarily leaned toward the Saint King elder. The gap in strength was too great, and he didn't even have a chance to escape.
"Old man, you'll regret it." Seeing escape was impossible, the disciple gritted his teeth and roared in anger.
At that moment, the academy's gatekeepers drew their weapons, trying to rescue the disciple, but even the old man's protective divine radiance couldn't pierce them, leaving them furious.
"Sssh!"
As the old man's large hand was about to grab the disciple's neck, a sword aura shot out, piercing through the old man's protective divine radiance and slashing his hand, blood splattering everywhere.