Chapter 1681: Chapter 1550: Handling Future Troubles
The atmosphere in the Immortal Academy is as usual, many disciples are desperately cultivating, chasing after one another.
In such a grand environment, no one would slack off; everyone is engaged in intense cultivation.
The reason is simple: besides the cultivation environment, there are constraints of cultivation resources. No one is willing to be successfully challenged, as that would mean losing both status and advantageous resources.
Ye Fan follows the deputy dean, Old Fox, to the Forbidden Land where the dean resides.
This Forbidden Land, except for Ye Fan who has been here once, no disciple in the whole academy knows what it’s like inside.
Entering this Forbidden Land, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi suddenly becomes much thinner, which is something Ye Fan is very sensitive to; he just doesn’t know why the dean has summoned him.
"Xiao Fan, you’re here, have a seat, let’s chat casually." The Old Immortal is as amiable as always, but Ye Fan doesn’t dare to be presumptuous.
After sitting down, the Old Immortal picks up the teapot and pours three cups of Bitter Leaf Tea, seemingly like old friends gathering for a heart-to-heart chat.
"Dean, whatever you want to say, just say it." Ye Fan dares not put himself on the same level as the Old Immortal.
It’s important to know that the Old Immortal’s status is higher by half a generation than the Saint Masters of all the Holy Lands, and his power is unfathomable.
"This time, the trouble you’ve caused isn’t small; you’ve slain so many Saint Heirs. Aren’t you afraid of those Holy Lands taking revenge on you?" The Old Immortal sips his tea and says calmly.
"Not afraid, they were asking for death. I didn’t seek them out; they came looking for me. No matter what, I’m justified in this matter," Ye Fan said firmly.
"Xiao Fan, sometimes being justified doesn’t mean you are right; you’re still too young..." remarked Old Fox with a sigh.
"I didn’t exterminate them, the strongest heir of the Gu Family and some other Saint Heirs were suppressed by me, but not killed."
Ye Fan told the two deans about suppressing a portion of people, and Deputy Dean Old Fox’s eyes instantly lit up.
"Fortunately, you didn’t kill them all; otherwise, even we might not be able to protect you." The Old Immortal said with relief.
"How do you plan to handle these people?" Old Fox asked.
These Saint Child level strong people can’t be suppressed for long; there needs to be a resolution, or else it will cause a big problem.
Ye Fan knows this too, but he’s quite troubled about how to deal with them; neither killing them nor releasing them feels right.
"Xiao Fan, you should release them, I’ll find some people to mediate, perhaps this could resolve the matter without leaving any repercussions," suggested the Old Immortal.
"No way, it can’t be so easy for them. If they hadn’t surrounded Ye Fan, they wouldn’t have been suppressed." Before Ye Fan could speak, Deputy Dean Old Fox interjected.
"Then what do you think should be done?" asked the Old Immortal.
"I haven’t figured it out yet, but I can’t release them temporarily," Old Fox said, pacing back and forth with his teacup.
Ye Fan is also considering this, ever since suppressing these people, he’s been contemplating how to handle this issue.
There are so many Saint Child level strong people, including Gu Xiao, the strongest heir of the Ancient Emperor Family; they’re practically ticking time bombs that could explode at any moment.
Things are easy to handle; those that are useful can be kept for oneself, those that aren’t can be absorbed by Elder Xuan, those that can’t be absorbed can be given to friends like Hu Fei, and those that are really difficult can be entrusted to Sister Yaling to auction off, exchanging them for Spirit Stones and other treasures.
"If those big forces find their Sect’s Heavy Treasures appearing at the auction, their expressions will surely be interesting."
Thinking of this, Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh, as if he could already see the faces of those from the Holy Lands turning green.
"Why are you laughing like that, so slyly?" Deputy Dean Old Fox glanced at him and asked, surprised.
"Nothing much!"
Ye Fan quickly restrained his laughter and said seriously, "I was thinking, if we auction off those Saint Child’s Spiritual Treasures at the Treasure Pavilion, what would the expressions of the people from those Holy Lands be."
"Auctioning off Spiritual Treasures of Saint Child level strong people? You really thought of that," Deputy Dean Old Fox righteously chided.
The Old Immortal nodded, indeed, this is somewhat inappropriate; which of these Saint Heirs isn’t a big deal? They all have massive forces behind them; if their things are auctioned, will those Holy Lands let it slide?
But before he could praise Old Fox a couple of times, the deputy dean’s fox tail was exposed.
"Auctioning some things, what’s the harm? Small-scale disturbances are insufficient, why not auction the Saint Heirs themselves; then surely they’ll fetch a good price. This idea isn’t bad, right?"
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Ye Fan.
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The Old Immortal.
Ye Fan originally thought auctioning things of Saint Child level strong people was crazy enough, but compared to the deputy dean, he sees it’s utterly insignificant; this is the highest level!
Auctioning Saint Heirs, this idea is too crazy; just thinking about it makes one dizzy!
These Saint Child level strong people, even if not Saint Heirs, are core disciples among the younger generation of some major forces, with limitless potential.
If they are really auctioned as merchandise, those Holy Lands will certainly turn green, and they won’t rest until their Saint Heirs are out of others’ hands.
This strategy of redirecting troubles is quite brilliant; not only can one obtain a large amount of Spirit Stones and materials needed for refining Soul Gathering Pills, but it also distracts these Holy Lands from oneself.
When the storm calms down, perhaps the Demon Clan will be about to emerge, and the entire Cultivation World will be preparing for this matter. Who will care about oneself then?
Ye Fan nearly applauded for this idea; it was indeed a brilliant idea, though he wondered if the Treasure Pavilion dared to take such an auction item.
"Are you really sure you want to do this?" the Old Bastard finally confirmed.
"Hmm, they want to kill me, I’m just using them to gain some benefit. In the end, I’m still at a loss."
Ye Fan made up his mind, and seeing the dean still wanted to persuade him, he directly said, "Dean, I know you’re doing this for my own good, but I think this is the best way—even if I let them go, the vendetta is already deep-rooted! And I’m not willing to let them go just like that!"
"Then do as you say, you can go now."
The Old Bastard pondered for a long time and finally decided to respect Ye Fan’s idea. It was indeed a feasible method.
After leaving the dean’s residence, Ye Fan directly headed to Yaling’s place; to auction these Saint Heirs, he had to make things clear with Yaling.
"Stop!"
Just as Ye Fan was passing through a bamboo grove, a low voice came from behind, as if filled with deep-seated hatred.
Ye Fan stopped without changing his expression. His divine consciousness swept over, and he had already seen the person behind him, resembling Sun Shaobao by seventy to eighty percent.
At that moment, Ye Fan understood. This person was Sun Shaobao’s elder brother, the one studying at the Immortal Academy.
"Ye, I want a battle to the death with you!"
The man didn’t say much, but his voice was very sinister.
"You’re Sun Shaobao’s brother, right?" Ye Fan asked flatly.
"That’s right, it’s me. I’m Sun Shaozhen," Sun Shaozhen snarled through gritted teeth.
"Your brother, your family’s behavior, I don’t need to elaborate, right? Since you come from this family, you should take responsibility for it, have you? They bully and oppress, force trades, you should know all this, yes? Yet what have you done?" Ye Fan turned around and coldly said.
"Don’t lecture me. Isn’t my desperate cultivation for the sake of my family not getting bullied? To have a better life? But you’ve killed my family, destroyed their foundation. I wish I could tear you apart, skin you alive, to avenge my brother and family."
Sun Shaozhen’s face twisted, his entire being exuded a ferocious aura.
"If you want a battle to the death, I’m game, but I have something to do right now. After I finish, I’ll come."
Ye Fan sighed deeply; the reason the Immortal Academy was so flawed was precisely because they only looked at potential and cultivation, not character, when selecting disciples.
"Before you kill me, or I kill you, there’s nothing you can do."
Sun Shaozhen said coldly, "Either you go to the battle platform and settle it with me, or we fight here, choose."
"Alright!"
Ye Fan sighed; he knew this battle would come sooner or later, there was no avoiding it, only facing it quickly.
The challenges at the Immortal Academy had fixed battle platforms, but they needed to be reported to a teacher and conducted under their supervision to be effective.
However, for a battle to the death, these weren’t necessary. In the end, only one person would leave the platform.
The academy had many battle platforms, used for the disciples’ practice fights. The cultivation spirit of the Immortal Academy was forged in these bouts.
Everyone was unwilling to fall behind, each aiming for the top, vying for better cultivation resources, so sparring and challenges frequently erupted.
Generally speaking, there weren’t many spectators for sparring or challenges in the academy, as everyone’s time was precious.
Of course, for major events like rank battles, their interest would be high. They usually cultivated individually, and no one would waste time here.
"Make your move!"
Standing on a battle platform, Ye Fan swiftly entered combat mode. When facing any enemy, no matter how weak, he never let his guard down.
"Kill!"
Sun Shaozhen wasted no words, launching a powerful punch. Midway, the Punch Ray suddenly transformed into a long spear, viciously aiming for Ye Fan’s dantian.
"Good coming!"
Ye Fan sharply exclaimed, his hand slicing like a blade toward the gun light, his palm enveloped with Thunder Power instantly scattering the gun light.
"You’re avenging your family; I’ll let you have three moves. After three moves, if you stop, I won’t make things difficult for you, otherwise don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Ye Fan stood unmoving, focused and solemn.
"Such arrogant words, give me your life!"
Sun Shaozhen shouted madly, his entire aura skyrocketing, cloaked in a faint blue glow.
"Swish!"
A blue giant python appeared behind him, instantly merging with him, his power skyrocketing again, transforming into a half-man, half-python monster.
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