The guard at the door did not ask the healing soul master from the City Lord's Mansion to rescue him. Instead, he was rescued to the academy by the academy teachers when the battle situation was advantageous.
The soul masters of both sides are still fighting.
The City Lord's Mansion began to lose ground.
However, the support from both sides caught up and the battle ended in a draw.
From outside the school gate, you can see that the school is crowded with people.
Various cool soul skills were fired randomly, and large yellow and purple soul rings kept flashing.
When the dean rushed back, he saw this chaotic scene.
My face twitched constantly and anger surged in my heart.
The soul power of up to level 67 flowed in the meridians, even more powerful than Lin Tianyang's. A Liufeng Knife with a dark green vortex on its surface appeared in his hand.
He immediately shouted: "People from the City Lord's Mansion, you two are so brave!"
"How dare you come to the academy and act wild?"
"Dean!"
"The dean is back."
"dad!"
"Lao Lin, come quickly."
The academy was particularly happy. At this critical juncture when the two sides were in a stalemate, nothing could make them more excited than the return of a backbone.
The two sides stopped fighting, and the people from the City Lord's Mansion hurriedly made way.
The dean walked slowly along the road, scanning everyone with his sharp eyes.
Then he snorted coldly, came to the academy, turned around and stood still.
Lin Tianyang walked over quickly and whispered to his father.
Inform Fang Ling of the more detailed situation and plan.
A large amount of information flooded into his mind, and the dean's brows twitched unconsciously.
Today, it was all the fault of the City Lord's Mansion. Did a genius who had won more than ten consecutive life-and-death battles think of extorting a soul guide?
Since it was a favorable situation, we were in the right this time, so we must help to get a good one.
The dean thought of the target and continued to stare coldly ahead, as if waiting for something.
Waiting for the person in charge from the City Lord's Mansion.
The city lord, who rushed over quickly after hearing the news, felt very troubled when he saw the two parties confronting each other in the academy.
The dean saw the figure rushing over, raised his eyebrows, stretched out the Liufeng Sword, held it horizontally, and pointed the tip of the sword at the city lord.
"Xu Tianming, you sent people to break into the academy, and your second wife also wanted to kill my son's apprentice. What does that mean?"
"Brother Lin, please be patient."
The City Lord's Mansion was in the wrong and he was in a passive position.
The dean held the knife to his shoulder and said unyieldingly, "Why don't you just be patient?"
"Come on, tell me, if I send someone to kill your precious son and also send someone to break into the City Lord's Mansion and start a war inside, how would you feel?"
"I..." The city lord was speechless.
The dean mocked,
"You can't even take care of your own woman. I haven't seen you for so many years. You're getting worse and worse!"
"Why, you don't agree with the rules of the Great Fighting Spirit Arena? If you didn't agree, how could your little son get on the life-and-death battle arena?"
"Do you regret it now and want revenge? Or do you feel stronger and want to fight me again?"
"It's really not." The city lord tried his best to defend himself.
"Although I felt sad for a moment when my son died, he was beaten to death in the ring. I can only blame him for his inferior skills."
"The hatred in a life-and-death battle is limited to the ring. How could I not know that?"
"Tsk~ It seems your wife doesn't think so."
The dean waved his hand and said, "Bring the person up here so that our high-ranking city lord can have a good look at him."
"Look what his wife has done!"
Two people came over carrying a stretcher.
Lying on it was a lame child with a black body, cracked skin, and already unconscious. He was being urgently treated by the Soul Sect of the academy's medical department.
This person is Fang Ling.
I didn't expect that the first use of Warrior's Will Lv1 would be here.
If he hadn't been able to ignore the effects of pain on his body, he would have been exposed by now.
"Come and have a look." "This is a new student in our academy, my son's apprentice, a genius who killed your son and won more than a dozen life-and-death battles in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena."
The dean seemed extremely aggressive.
"If we hadn't had a famous teacher nearby who rescued him, your wife would have killed him directly!"
The city lord glanced at Fang Ling. He was seriously injured and did not seem to be faking it. He said in a deep voice,
"It is indeed my fault for not managing the family well. Tell me, how do you want to solve this problem?"
"As long as you return my wife safe and sound, everything will be fine."
Someone came over and whispered something to the dean, who nodded and said, "It's fine. She didn't resist and surrendered."
Two Soul Sect teachers brought An Yufei over.
She noticed her husband and saw Fang Ling being treated. She was very excited: "Tianming, kill this little thing and avenge Chier!"
"Shut up, you loser woman! You are the one who caused all this trouble today. I'll tell you when I get back!"
The city lord twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, signaling the dean to continue to propose conditions.
"My disciple is poor. I see he has nothing. If you give him a higher-level storage soul guide, today's incident will be over."
What is an advanced storage soul guide?
Can you restrain your gaze?
The market price of a small space is generally around 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, and this is the type used by the family members of the City Lord's Mansion.
And the more advanced ones include the frost ring he is wearing now.
It has a capacity of thirty cubic meters, consumes little soul power for storage and release, and has a fast speed, which can keep people comfortable even in the hottest summer.
There are also disadvantages. It is expensive. It took 250,000 gold soul coins to buy it at the Tiandou Auction House.
The city lord stroked the ring he had worn for several years and gritted his teeth:
"So you like my Frost Ring. Do you know how much it costs?"
"I don't know." The dean knew it was valuable, but he didn't know how precious it was.
The city lord shouted: "Two hundred and fifty thousand gold soul coins!"
"Lin Yuehua, let me be practical. I am willing to compensate your disciple's injury and the academy's losses, but don't try to get more than you want!"
The dean sneered:
"You're pushing your luck? Mr. Xu, do you think it's not worth it for my genius disciple to be so seriously injured?"
"Then how many gold soul coins do you think your second wife should be worth?"
Looking at the tears in An Yufei's eyes and her pitiful figure, the city lord Xu Tianming felt soft in his heart.
I couldn't help but secretly curse Lin Yuehua as a real dog, saying that this old guy hurt me so much.
With so many people here, including his family members and capable people, what else could he say except agree?
He was being controlled...
"Okay, isn't it just a storage soul guide? I'll give it to you!"
Insincere words came out from between the city lord's teeth.
The dean kindly said, "Please clean up everything in there. We don't want any confidential documents from you, just the soul guide."
The city lord was so angry that he asked back: "Do you think I will give you anything else? Wishful thinking!"
Since he had gained some benefits, it didn't matter if he was scolded. The dean had a bright smile on his face.
"Wait for me to go back and put the things away. You guys can go first." Having been cheated out of a large sum of money, Xu Tianming looked unhappy and waved his hand to disperse his subordinates.
All the teachers in the college have returned to class.
The rest of the people dispersed, leaving only the dean, Lin Tianyang and his wife, Fang Ling on the stretcher, the Soul Master who treated him, and An Yufei who was escorted by two Soul Masters.
After a while, the city lord put his things away and quickly returned.
With unspeakable heartache, he handed the snow-white ring to the dean.
The dean pulled, but it didn't budge: "Let go!"
"Use it well." The city lord's reluctant eyes still lingered on the ring.
"It's none of your business, just take it!"
He simply grabbed the ring, played with it for a while, and checked the capacity. With a smile on his face, the dean instructed that An Yufei, the person who caused the trouble, be released.
Then he ordered them to leave: "Tianyang, get out!"
Please collect and read.
(End of this chapter)