Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 71 Standoff

St. Violet Hospital.

De Yulan, impeccably dressed, sat upright in the bedside seat for the patient. He wore a jet-black tailcoat, a white shirt underneath, and dark gray trousers, the fabric so finely finished it was wrinkle-free. His brown leather shoes were polished to a gleaming shine. His white hair, meticulously styled by a maid, was parted in a classic middle.

Discharge requires a family member's signature. A patient leaving alone would invite criticism for skipping out on the bill, a loss of aristocratic dignity. Of course, given De Juran's status, he didn't care; his main concern was the comforting presence of his two daughters to soothe his fragile ego.

In the center of the snow-white wall hangs a huge 120-inch live broadcast screen.

The Arena channel broadcasts the event live.

The elite knight riding on the triangular earth dragon, wielding a chain hammer, his body erupting with earthy yellow flames, roared as he charged toward his opponent.

The opponent, the Hundred Flowers Swordsman, was still dressed in white, with a calm expression and a barely perceptible upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"Another noob-stomping game! So boring..."

De Yulan could see the outcome at a glance, his heart remained calm and unmoved, without any sense of anticipation.

Sometimes, even two people at the same level can exhibit a vast difference in strength. In extreme cases, numbers alone cannot compensate for the disparity. Within the kingdom's army, there are many battle prodigies selected through rigorous trials, capable of taking on ten opponents of the same level, or even defeating higher-level adversaries.

The division into stages is actually a rough estimate of strength; actual combat is affected by various factors, including combat skills, physical condition, mental state, weapons and equipment, terrain, and so on.

Besides, there are always some unreasonable people in the world.

A terrifying vision of the world turning upside down flashed before Deyulan's eyes, and his heart trembled slightly.

An irresistible, absolute force…

Death is looming ahead!

"Dad, we've come to pick you up from the hospital." hope had already completed the formalities at the nurses' station and arrived at the VIP ward where De Youlan was staying.

"You've finally arrived!" Deyulan quickly stood up, stepped forward, picked up his youngest daughter Fu, and chuckled as if tossing her into the air.

If it weren't for the height restrictions in the hospital ward, he could have tossed his daughter dozens of meters into the air at once. He famously played a game of lifting his eldest daughter high in the air, which led to her developing cognitive abilities, and this act of fatherly love became incredibly popular and is still talked about today…

"Dad, you're so mean!" Fu cried out, her face turning pale with fright. She felt it was unfair; why wasn't he bullying her older sister? "Put me down..."

The two interacted for quite a while.

Deyulan reluctantly put down his dizzy second daughter, but his frustration eased slightly, and his confidence as a grown man grew stronger: "Let's go, we're being discharged!"

After several days of healing spells and almost continuous consumption of perfect-quality life potions, his physical injuries had mostly healed. Although he still occasionally felt a bit short of breath, and the doctor said he needed careful recuperation, his basic strength had recovered to about 70-80%, and he could easily fight a major battle. The key issue was that his lost mental energy was difficult to recover from.

The pinnacle of martial arts, which one strives to reach throughout one's life, is ultimately met with a harsh lesson from a junior. Not everyone can swallow their pride and overcome this inner hurdle.

"hope, I need the bounty you posted. Has anyone provided any information?"

"Dad, it's only been one day, it can't be that fast!"

Fu asked curiously, "Who is the bounty on?"

"The bad guy who hurt Dad!" hope said coldly, pointing to the wanted poster at the corner of the hospital corridor.

Upon seeing a familiar face, Fu's eyes widened slightly: "Impossible, how could this be..."

"You know her?" Xi noticed that her sister's expression didn't seem to be acting. She was an innocent blank slate and rarely hid her feelings.

"Absolutely not, Xiao An isn't that bad." Fu shook her head like a rattle-drum.

De Yulan, his expression grave, held his daughter's shoulder: "Is he a classmate of yours? Or have you seen him at the academy?"

"I don't think so. There are many people in the world who look alike," Fu shook her head firmly. Little An is only thirteen years old, how could she possibly have beaten her invincible father to the point of hospitalization? Even the most absurd knight-errant novels wouldn't dare to write something like that!

"Impossible, that guy's appearance is very rare, it can't be a coincidence."

De Yulan considered himself to have seen countless men, including many handsome ones, but he was the only chubby boy with a cute style.

He's probably quite popular with the opposite sex. You can tell by how unconsciously his daughter defends him…

That's why Deyulan couldn't help but have the urge to beat the boy up. He had to teach the boy a lesson and show him what a real man is like!

His skin is even better than a woman's? You can tell at a glance he's a rich young master who never suffers hardship! His occasional spiritual practice is just a way to relax.

Who would have thought that an accidental encounter with a monster would cause the vehicle to overturn...

The middle-aged man's fragile heart shattered once again!

A thirteen-year-old Saint-level warrior! Deyulan felt a surge of irony, his laughter unstoppable, bordering on madness. Legend has it that even the Hero King only becomes a Saint at sixteen. So what is the point of this unreasonable Son of God descending to earth?

Is the world about to be destroyed? Is an era about to end?

De Yulan snapped to attention, stopped laughing, and his expression gradually turned serious.

"Let's go see him."

"Aren't you going to eat?" hope thought they should eat first before fighting, otherwise they would easily run out of energy.

"I have no appetite now!" Deyulan raised his hand to cover his raised cheek, laughing self-deprecatingly, his body twitching violently from time to time.

Pale Courtyard No. 17.

Tai'an couldn't help but sneeze repeatedly, and on a whim, his eyelids started twitching uncontrollably.

Who's insulting me!

The black-haired boy looked suspiciously at the silver-haired girl sitting opposite him, feeling that she was the most suspicious.

"Xiaoqian, let me tell you, Xiaoan's mom is so elegant! She's incredibly beautiful."

"You've already met Xiao An's mother?" Dorothy's heart skipped a beat. It had only been a few days, and their relationship had already progressed to the point of meeting each other's parents?

"Hehe!" Silver Moon smiled smugly, her teeth as white as porcelain.

Tai'an leisurely sipped his rice wine, a slight buzz rising from his nose, as if he were intoxicated. He sensed a massive source of vital energy approaching from not far away, as well as a target with extremely strong spiritual power.

Only two of them have any real strength; the rest are not worth mentioning.

The guardian statue emitted a melodious reminder, informing its owner that a guest had arrived.

Tai'an entered a state of divine bliss and strode out. The moment he pushed open the door, his gaze met that of Deyoulan.

"It's him! It's him!" De Yulan exclaimed excitedly.

"What, you're not satisfied and want revenge!" The boy was short, but he had the air of a victor looking down on someone, glaring and snorting coldly.

Since I can't hide it anymore, I might as well stop pretending.

"I let you off the hook last time, but I won't hold back this time. You hit me as many times as I hit you back."

The boy's tone was unbelievably arrogant.

Looking across the entire Violet Kingdom, who dares to speak to Marshal Deyulan like that?

"Xiao An! Why did you bully my dad..." Fu couldn't help but tear up when she thought of her father lying on the hospital bed, weak and insane.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your father at the time, otherwise I would have been gentler and wouldn't have hit him too hard. He provoked me first and insisted on hitting me! I had no choice..." Tai'an explained innocently, shrugging his shoulders.

Comforting the female classmate was secondary; the main purpose was to tease the old man.

De Yulan's face darkened, and he couldn't help but get furious: "Let me tell you, you brat, you beat me up and sent me to the hospital, leaving me with lasting injuries."

I want you to pay compensation, I want you to support me in my old age, I want you to atone for your sins for the rest of your life…”

(End of this chapter)