High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

Yun Piaomiao rolled her eyes as she listened.

That stupid little brother!

In front of Feng Mo, the top scholar in the country who holds the Thunder Lord's Token and whose status is comparable to that of a general, how could he flaunt his identity as a demon slayer?

If it weren't for her great-aunt's forbidding anyone from telling anyone, she would have loved to show this fool what it means to be a novice in front of an expert!

No, I can't hold back anymore.

Yun Piaomiao hooked her index and middle fingers together and tapped Yun Tianyi on the back of the head.

The crisp sound of chestnuts popping echoed along the tree-lined path.

"You'll be a junior in September when school starts," Yun Piaomiao said coldly, her tone full of disappointment. "Some of your classmates are already demon slayers, even demon slayer captains. What's there to be proud of, a mere demon slayer?"

Yun Tianyi covered his head, looking aggrieved: "Oh, sister, I was just introducing him to Brother Feng, so he wouldn't offend those people he shouldn't have. Shanghai is a dangerous place, I was just trying to be helpful."

"Even if you mess with someone you shouldn't, Feng Mo won't," Yun Piaomiao retorted irritably. "Does he seem like the kind of person who likes to cause trouble?"

Feng Mo coughed lightly, interrupting the siblings' bickering. "Senior, I think what Brother Tianyi is saying is quite interesting. Let him continue."

Yun Piaomiao glanced helplessly at Yun Tianyi and said nothing more.

Yun Tianyi's face immediately lit up, feeling he had regained face. "Brother Feng really has high emotional intelligence. What were we just talking about?"

"There are a few people I can't afford to offend," Feng Mo reminded him at the opportune moment.

Yun Tianyi nodded, his expression becoming more serious. "You've been to Shanghai before, so you know the atmosphere here. Sects and families here are high and mighty. The disciples of powerful forces are naturally strong in cultivation and combat, making it easier for them to gain merit and achieve high positions."

"Some of them have already become official demon slayers, with status comparable to the deputy director of a local demon slayer bureau, and their strength is all at the third rank. A few of the more powerful ones have even become demon slayer captains, with strength above the fourth rank, stronger than my sister. Their status is comparable to the director of a local demon slayer bureau. Several of them are former top scholars, all from sects and aristocratic families."

Yun Tianyi lowered his voice and leaned closer to Feng Mo.

"The one you absolutely mustn't mess with is Ling Chuixue. She's a descendant of the Xuanbing Holy Land and the top scorer in the martial arts college entrance exams for the past three years. She's only a junior in college right now, but she's already at the seventh level of the fourth rank and serves as a demon-slaying captain. After graduation, she might even break through to the fifth rank and become a powerhouse on par with my great-great-aunt. She's the strongest university martial arts student in the entire Shanghai, a true female demon."

"The second one you can't mess with is Luo Zhengang. He's a true disciple of the Vajra Sect, one of the Nine Sects. He's at the fifth level of the fourth rank and serves as a Demon Slayer Captain. The Vajra Sect is renowned throughout the Great Xia for its unparalleled physical training, and its members are also known for their fiery tempers; they'll break bones at the slightest provocation."

Yun Tianyi swallowed hard, observing Feng Mo's expression.

"The third person you can't mess with is Xia Jidian. He's from the Xia family of Shanghai, a fourth-level cultivator, and also a Demon Slayer Captain. Xia Yuan, whom you crippled last time, is his cousin. He's already declared that he'll beat you every time he sees you. You'd better stay far away from him. The Xia family's methods are despicable and impossible to guard against."

Feng Mo nodded slightly.

Summer's Peak? Fight him every time you see him?

Coming to Wuhan University in Shanghai was definitely the right decision.

"Brother Feng, I saw your performance in the martial arts college entrance exam; it was ridiculously strong," Yun Tianyi earnestly advised. "But you've offended too many of the major holy lands, sects, and families. Before you've fully developed, you need to avoid their sharp edges. Especially the Xia family; they're vengeful, and you're alone, so you're likely to suffer losses."

Yun Piaomiao glanced at Feng Mo.

Seeing his calm expression, which even hinted at a touch of pleasure.

She silently mourned for a second for the "campus bullies" at Wuhan University in Shanghai.

Those arrogant geniuses, used to their arrogance, would never have expected such a terrifying freshman to emerge out of nowhere this year.

How could ordinary geniuses like them compare to those who could slay monsters at the peak of the fifth rank?

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Today is the open day for the standalone freshman dormitory at Wuhan University in Shanghai.

One hundred villa-style dormitories stand quietly on the shore of the auspicious lake, allocated in order of their final ranking in the national martial arts college entrance examination.

Dormitory No. 1 rightfully belongs to this year's top scorer—Feng Mo.

However, the atmosphere this year is completely different from previous years.

On the wide plaza at the entrance to the dormitory area, two groups of people stood in stark contrast, clearly divided and on the verge of conflict.

On one side were nearly a hundred newly arrived, travel-worn geniuses, the best of their respective provinces, their faces still bearing the lingering pride and aspirations for the future.

On the other side, three figures led dozens of imposing senior students and local freshmen from Shanghai, completely blocking the entrance.

These three are none other than the most prominent campus leaders at Wuhan University in Shanghai.

Ling Chuixue, a descendant of the Xuanbing Holy Land. She was dressed in white, tall and slender, with an exquisitely beautiful face, yet her temperament was like ancient ice, keeping everyone at a distance. She simply stood there quietly, creating her own icy domain.

Luo Zhengang, a true disciple of the Vajra Sect. He was as burly as an iron tower, with a shiny shaved head and bulging muscles that exuded explosive power. He was impatiently twisting his neck, his joints cracking like popping beans.

And standing at the very front was Xia Jidian, a direct descendant of the Xia family from Shanghai. He crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes were filled with undisguised arrogance and contempt.

"We're here to check in, please move aside."

A tall, robust, and brilliant freshman named Jin Zhengyi from Jin Province stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice. Behind him, a group of freshmen glared angrily.

Xia Jidian didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"Get lost, you country bumpkin from out of town!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the room. "This year's freshman dormitories will be chosen first by the scions of local sects and aristocratic families in Shanghai. After we've finished, what's left is for you good-for-nothings to touch."