I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1210: 1209: Sansi Attacks, Old Ancestor

Chapter 1210: Chapter 1209: Sansi Attacks, Old Ancestor

“Although I don’t care much, it’s better if trivial matters don’t occur,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Of course,” Feng Buxiu chuckled, turning to Xie Changliu and retrieving a pill from his pocket.

The pill was stored inside an exquisitely crafted box.

Its surface was adorned with a pattern of twin dragons swirling.

“This is the Great Restoration Pill. Consuming it instantly restores your injuries. A small gift, please don’t refuse.”

“Take it, this should indeed be given,” Xu Zimei waved his hand and remarked.

He raised his eyes to survey the battlefield, which was enveloped in golden sand swirling everywhere.

He turned to Feng Buxiu and said with a smile, “Dean Feng, this Seven Gods Academy battlefield is quite intriguing.”

“It used to be a real battlefield. I heard that the Gods and Ghosts Clans fought a great battle here,” Feng Buxiu responded.

“After the establishment of the Seven Gods Academy, it mostly became a training ground, nothing worth digging too deep into.”

“By the way, Dean Feng,” Xu Zimei turned and asked.

“How much do you know about Old Yang’s origins?”

“Why? Did Young Master Xu discover some clues in that book?” Feng Buxiu asked in surprise.

“Not really. Just curious about his identity. He knows so much,” Xu Zimei replied.

“Old Yang? Well, it’s said that he doesn’t belong to our Seven Gods Academy.

Back when the academy was first established, he was already living here,” Feng Buxiu pondered for a moment before continuing.

“Yet he’s always kept a low profile, just an ordinary old man.

Decades ago, when I first became the dean, he left. Does he pose any problems?”

Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.

After parting ways with Feng Buxiu, he returned to his courtyard.

Stretching out his right hand, a flame of Zhurong’s Fire ignited in his palm.

This flame was forged from Zhurong’s essence and countless divine truths condensed together.

It was the most domineering fire in existence, unmatched by any other.

To control such flames, one must master Zhurong’s secret techniques.

The flames blossomed, taking the shape of a lotus flower.

This was merely its initial form. With more devouring, its power would only grow stronger.

He stored away the fire and his thoughts lingered on the elder named Seven.

Many things felt shrouded in mist, leaving him unsure where to begin his investigation.

Returning to his chamber, he spent an entire day and night cultivating.

As the night deepened, cold winds swept outside.

The windows rattled under the gusts, as if unseen claws scratched violently against them.

By dawn, when Xu Zimei opened his door again, a bitter gale greeted him.

In just one night, the world outside had transformed into a blanket of white snow.

The season shifted from autumn to winter.

Warming his hands, he stepped into the snowy winds and ventured onward.

Feng Buxiu, accompanied by two elders, was already waiting outside, and Xie Changliu had arrived early as well.

“Young Master Xu, today we set off,” Feng Buxiu said with a smile.

“The Heavenly Saint Academy group has been handled. The White Emperor Mountain competition will start soon; we’ll head there in advance with no issue.”

“Let’s go,” Xu Zimei nodded, asking, “Is White Emperor Mountain far from here?”

“Not too far. Using spatial coordinates, we’ll arrive in just a few days,” Feng Buxiu replied.

Following Feng Buxiu’s lead, the group ventured to a solitary peak outside the Seven Gods Academy.

On the peak, heavy snowflakes similar to goose feathers blanketed the view entirely in white.

Feng Buxiu’s power of space surged, preparing to activate the spatial coordinates for teleportation.

Just as this happened, there was a sudden fluctuation in the nearby void.

A figure, riding a massive bird, emerged from the snowy haze.

The bird looked as though made of ice crystals, its entire body radiating a frigid aura.

As for the figure, he was clad in a black robe adorned with white swirling patterns.

A gemstone-encrusted hat rested atop his head.

As the figure approached, Feng Buxiu’s expression darkened immediately.

“It’s Sima Yan, one of the Sansi,” murmured an elder beside him.

“I know,” Feng Buxiu replied.

“Everyone, proceed with caution.”

Sima Yan halted his icy bird mid-air, glaring coldly at Feng Buxiu.

“Lord Sima, good to see you well,” Feng Buxiu stepped forward with a smile.

“What brings you to Seven Gods Academy today?”

“Dean Feng, let’s not speak in riddles. You know as well as I do why I’m here,” Sima Yan responded bluntly.

“I truly don’t,” Feng Buxiu replied, the smile fading from his face.

“What happened with Hong Yu’s situation?” Sima Yan pressed.

“Years ago, the Sansi had issued a decree prohibiting shelter for any member of the Big Mouth Mountain Ghosts clan.

Seven Gods Academy can’t claim ignorance, can it?”

“Seven Gods Academy’s enrollment policy is rooted in equality,” Feng Buxiu said.

“One decree from the Sansi does not change our educational principles.”

“You are defying the will of the Sansi,” Sima Yan remarked.

“If it were decrees from the Nine Great Mountain Ghosts, we might heed them,” Feng Buxiu replied.

“But the Sansi’s influence does not extend into non-Half-Ghost domains.”

“If Dean Feng views matters this way, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson,” Sima Yan declared.

His words accompanied a surge of overwhelming Holy Power from within.

The entire firmament seemed to explode into violent storms.

A blizzard raged forth, like an unstoppable typhoon, engulfing the skies and blotting out everything.

In the midst of the snowstorm, two mighty snow dragons formed, roaring in the heavens.

With a single slap of Sima Yan’s right hand, the two snow dragons charged toward Feng Buxiu.

“Lord Sima, this is going too far,” Feng Buxiu said gravely.

His silhouette retreated swiftly, but with a thunderous crash, the snow dragons smashed into the academy’s gates, obliterating them completely.

“Damn it,” Feng Buxiu muttered with a strained expression.

Sima Yan waved his hands again, sending the snow dragons storming forward in a pincer attack.

The freezing winds crystallized everything in their path, as the dragons charged at Feng Buxiu.

Before the dragons could strike, the cold had already trapped Feng Buxiu in a solid block of ice.

Amidst the continuous dragon roars, the massive claws reached out to crush Feng Buxiu’s frozen figure.

Just then, a clap of lightning shattered the silent, snow-covered void.

The lightning streaked through the air, annihilating both snow dragons in its wake.

Sima Yan looked up, only to see the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder descending with a deafening roar.

Dodging swiftly, his icy bird let out a pained shriek before being struck by the thunder and plummeting below the solitary peak into the abyss.

“Who dares?” Sima Yan narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.

“Old brother Sima, it’s been ages since you’ve graced Seven Gods Academy. Is this your gift of greeting?” a hoarse voice rang out.

Amidst the haze, lightning flared.

A figure dressed in purple emerged slowly.

It was an elder with a handlebar mustache, his flowing robes trailing across the snowy ground.

In his hand, he held a Wind Thunder Spike, his white hair disheveled by the snowy winds.

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