"Mo Fan, well done!"
"Hmm~"
Mo Fan replied, "I'm almost used to your moves."
The two men breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the blue-robed priest retreat into the distance. After all, he was a high-level mage, far beyond their abilities to confront.
Meanwhile, the battle on the other side was nearing its conclusion. A radiant blue wing of light swept in, and members of the Inquisition landed in front of Ye Chenfeng and the others.
"Are you two alright?" the handsome man asked.
"We're fine. Don't worry about us—go after the high-level mage," Ye Chenfeng urged.
The man's expression stiffened. A high-level mage? Was he truly a blue priest?
Noting the calm interaction between them, the man said nothing more, taking off swiftly with his winged tools.
Watching the Inquisition's winged magic tools disappear into the sky, Mo Fan couldn't help but wonder how much it would cost to own a pair.
"By the way, Old Ye, up for a midnight snack?"
"Eat dirt!" Ye Chenfeng snapped, surveying the battlefield, now reduced to rubble. Relief washed over him—it was finally over. Tang Yue had proven reliable, with reinforcements arriving just in time.
Had they arrived any later, he might have been forced to confront both Mo Fan and the high-level mage. In that case, he would have had no choice but to unleash his ultimate weapon.
The Next Morning
Ye Chenfeng glanced at Tang Yue's message on his phone. The good news: he was free to move around. The rest of the message contained effusive praise for Ye Chenfeng's efforts and an invitation to join Tang Yue in showing off their skills sometime.
"Oh, superficial woman," Ye Chenfeng muttered, tossing his phone aside and resuming his practice.
He had nearly mastered the intricacies of this field. Now, all that remained was the main campus assessment. Once that was complete, he'd enter the Three-Step Tower for training. The Galaxy Vein had been purchased—five full pieces worth over 500 million! Though a bit overpriced in some regions, Ye Chenfeng's wealth allowed him to buy them without a second thought.
Indeed, he had even reserved a high-level, unawakened magic system.
"Dear children, your daddy really takes care of you," he thought, chuckling.
He decided to celebrate with milk tea and pastries.
On his way, he noticed a commotion—a fierce-looking girl engaged in an argument.
"Could that be Ai Tutu?" He quickened his pace, drawn by curiosity.
"Apologize to our young master!" demanded a man with a foreign accent.
"Oh, your young master? I'm the princess, princess, princess!" Ai Tutu retorted mockingly.
The man, visibly irked, clenched his fists. Ai Tutu glanced around nervously for help, ready to call for assistance if needed. When she spotted Ye Chenfeng, her eyes brightened, and she hurried over.
"Brother Ye! I'm Mo Fan's friend, Ai Tutu. Help me!" she pleaded, hiding behind him.
Ye Chenfeng assessed her quickly. She wasn't lying—the confidence she exuded couldn't be faked.
The foreigners regarded him warily. "Magician, stay out of this. This girl insulted our young master. We only want her to apologize."
"Young master?" Ye Chenfeng said with a scoff. "Just another rich second-generation brat."
Before the foreigners could react, Ye Chenfeng turned to Ai Tutu.
"Ai Tutu, were you causing trouble again? Apologize," he said firmly.
"What?" Ai Tutu's eyes widened in disbelief. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! She had heard that Ye Chenfeng had connections—even the Emperor Mingzhu's contact information. She tried again, with a pleading look.
"Help me, Brother Ye!"
The foreigners relaxed slightly, sensing the tension ease.
"Tutu," Ye Chenfeng continued, "it's not that I don't want to help. One day, you might provoke someone who doesn't know your background and gets rid of you on the spot. Even if your grandfather annihilates their family, it won't bring you back. The Saint of the Parthenon hasn't even been chosen, let alone learned resurrection magic."
Ai Tutu pouted, recognizing the logic but refusing to accept it. Mentioning her family's power felt excessive.
"What's the young lady's name?" one of the foreigners whispered, now worried. The Ai family's reputation was well known—guardians of the northern borders for generations.
"This is Ai Tutu of the Ai family," Ye Chenfeng introduced.
A stunned silence fell. The Ai family—elite, powerful, and rarely seen outside their military stronghold—had a formidable reputation. Any misstep could mean disaster.
Realizing their position, the foreigners' demeanor shifted.
"We've wronged this young lady," one said hastily.
"Yes, we apologize on behalf of our young master. We didn't recognize you," another added.
Ye Chenfeng smirked. "So, you've heard of the Ai family. I thought you were just a minor power."
They forced polite smiles, now intent on leaving with whatever dignity they could salvage.
"Tutu, why didn't you mention your background sooner? It would have saved us all this trouble," Ye Chenfeng said.
"I thought they were nobodies from some backwater village. Everyone knows that those who love to argue at Mingzhu Academy come from aristocratic families," Ai Tutu muttered.
The foreigners, embarrassed but submissive, left quietly.
"Well then, I'll be going too," Ai Tutu said, attempting to slip away.
A firm hand stopped her.
"Not so fast, Tutu. It's still early."