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

The president's office at Wuhan University in Shanghai.

Feng Qingyang lay sprawled on his office chair, his legs dangling haphazardly over the edge of the desk, his toes dangling back and forth, as leisurely as an old man sunbathing.

The red gourd, suspended in mid-air, tilted automatically, and a thin stream of blood-red wine flowed precisely into his mouth.

"Glug."

He smacked his lips contentedly, looking completely absorbed.

Before him, Yun Wanrou was respectfully reporting on Feng Mo's situation.

From his initial display of talent in the Jian'an Provincial Competition to his unparalleled dominance in the National Martial Arts Examination, and then to his recent feat of instantly killing a fifth-tier peak demonized martial artist with a single blow from 10,000 meters in the air.

Every single achievement is nothing short of astonishing.

After the report was finished, the office was quiet for a moment.

Feng Qingyang let out a long hiccup, and his eyes, which were usually so lazy as if he hadn't woken up yet, suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he sat up abruptly.

"You mean, Lord Lei thinks highly of this kid named Feng Mo? He even gave him his trump card, the Lord Lei Token?"

Yun Wanrou nodded: "Yes, Lei Jun has high hopes for him."

Feng Qingyang stood up abruptly, pacing around the office with his hands behind his back, showing no trace of laziness.

"Back when Lei Jun was a general, I was just a greenhorn following him around, picking up scraps. I owed him a great debt of gratitude. I thought he would never return to public life after retiring, but now... even Lei Jun's token has reappeared. Is he trying to back up that kid named Feng Mo...?"

Feng Qingyang's mind raced.

He knew better than anyone why Li Changqing left Shanghai in despair back then.

More than a hundred years ago, before leaving, Li Changqing drank with him under the moon and made it clear that if he did not have the ability to overturn the corrupt table of Shanghai, he would never set foot here again.

Now, Li Changqing is not here, but Lei Junling, who represents his will, has been brought by an eighteen-year-old boy.

What does this mean?

Is it because this boy has the potential to overturn the table?

Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes, then shook his head.

He knew Li Changqing's personality; he never placed all his hopes on others.

The only explanation is...

Li Changqing's injuries have healed? Perhaps his strength has even improved?

Upon considering this possibility, Feng Qingyang's usually calm heart unexpectedly skipped a few beats.

If that's true, that would be wonderful!

He'd long since given up on this damn position of Shanghai General! The sects and families were so deeply entrenched, their relationships more intricate than spiderwebs; touching any one of them would implicate a whole host of others. He was fed up with it all, which was why he was constantly running away from home, trying to avoid seeing it.

Let whoever wants to do it do it!

"If that's the case, then we need to nurture that Feng Mo properly." Feng Qing-yang stopped in his tracks and muttered to himself.

Yun Wanrou thought for a moment and added, "Principal, it's better to train them as soon as possible."

She had something on her mind that she didn't dare say: If he slows down any further, with Feng Mo's monstrous growth rate, he probably won't need anyone else to train him.

From the second rank to now being able to instantly kill the peak of the fifth rank, he is now at the fourth rank. Once he reaches the fifth rank, he might be able to go toe-to-toe with General Feng Qingyang.

"You're right!" Feng Qingyang wholeheartedly agreed. "Training is one thing, but hardship is equally important. I'll look through the intelligence and see where there are suitable missions for him."

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Xia Ming pushed open the door and entered. He was slightly overweight and had a bloated appearance. When he saw Yun Wanrou, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his dignity as the vice principal.

"Professor Yun, I have some important matters to discuss with the principal. Please excuse me for now."

Yun Wanrou bowed to Feng Qingyang and then turned to leave.

Feng Qingyang was in a good mood, so he plopped back down on the table and resumed his nonchalant demeanor: "Vice Principal Xia, what's the rush for me?"

Xia Ming's expression was serious. He operated the bracelet and projected a light screen.

The scene shows Feng Mo beating Xia Jidian, Luo Zhengang, and others to a pulp, forcing them to kneel and kowtow.

Of course, Xia Ming cut off the beginning and end, leaving only the most "lawless" part of Feng Mo.

"Principal, look at this!" Xia Ming said indignantly, heartbroken. "This boy has no respect for the law! He's morally corrupt! He beat up his classmates in public and robbed them of their belongings! Now, more than a dozen forces, including my Xia family, have jointly submitted a petition demanding that this scoundrel be severely punished and expelled from school! I've come here specifically to seek your opinion."

"Oh? Which student is so arrogant? His strength is not bad, but his character is..." Feng Qingyang frowned as he looked at the screen. He hated those who bullied others by relying on their power the most.

Seeing this, Xia Ming couldn't help but smirk and said in a deep voice, "This boy is named Feng Mo, from Jian'an Province. He's used to being barbaric. He has some talent, but he has absolutely no martial ethics! If our school cultivates someone like this, he will surely become a disgrace to our school and tarnish our century-old reputation!"

He deliberately concealed the fact that Feng Mo was the top scorer in the national martial arts examination.

Once Feng Qingyang gives his approval, the die is cast. At that point, wouldn't the Xia family be able to crush an expelled student however they wanted?

Feng Qingyang had been nodding slightly, but when he heard the name "Feng Mo," his expression changed.

"You said this kid's name is Feng Mo? A freshman?"

Xia Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling, but he still forced himself to say, "Ahem, it's a freshman."

Feng Qingyang frowned even deeper, pointing at the people who had been beaten the worst in the video: "A freshman beat up Ling Chuixue, Luo Zhengang, and Xia Jidian, the three strongest martial arts students in our school? And he even dragged dozens of upperclassmen into it? Xia Ming, are you kidding me?"

"This... of course I'm not joking." Xia Ming's forehead began to sweat.

"I'm asking you," Feng Qingyang leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Xia Ming, feigning ignorance, "what were Feng Mo's results in the martial arts exam?"

"Martial arts...the top martial arts exam..." Xia Ming's voice was barely audible.

"You son of a bitch!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang's face instantly went from sunny to stormy.

He flew into a rage and attacked recklessly!

He didn't draw his sword, but Feng Qingyang himself was the sharpest sword!

An invisible sword intent suddenly erupted, solidified, tore through the air, and struck Xia Ming hard despite being delayed.

"Bang—!"

Xia Ming didn't even have time to activate his martial spirit to protect himself. He was hit as if by a battering ram, screamed, and flew backward.

He smashed through the thick office wall and then through the outside corridor, finally hurtling out of the office building like a human cannonball.

"puff--"

Suspended in mid-air, Xia Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face covered in dust and dirt. His vice-principal's robes were torn to shreds by the sword energy, leaving him in a sorry state.

Countless gazes converged on him from the plaza below, filled with astonishment, confusion, and schadenfreude... causing his chubby face to instantly turn a deep liver color.

He, a core member of the prestigious Xia family and vice president of Shanghai Martial Arts University, had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!

"Feng Qingyang! Are you crazy?!" Xia Ming roared.

Feng Qingyang appeared behind the broken wall hole, standing with his hands behind his back, his expression cold.

"This sword strike is meant to teach you a lesson! I haven't had time to deal with school affairs, but you, scum, have made such a mess of Shanghai Martial Arts University!"

Feng Qingyang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire square.

"Do you think I don't know how capable your Xia family is of distorting the truth? Feng Mo, the national martial arts champion! Dozens of senior students blocked the entrance to the freshmen dormitory, what were they up to? After being beaten, you still have the nerve to turn the tables? Xia Ming, is this how a vice principal should act?!"

Xia Ming was verbally abused and left speechless.

He couldn't understand why such a small matter would elicit such a strong reaction from Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang grew increasingly angry as he spoke, and impatiently waved his hand, "Get out! If you don't get out, I'll chop you up!"

Xia Ming felt the growing number of gazes below him, and his face burned with pain.

But he knew he was no match for Feng Qingyang, and staying any longer would only make him look even more humiliated.

He glared venomously at Feng Qingyang, then transformed into a streak of light and slunk away into the horizon.

"Oh, by the way," Feng Qingyang's leisurely voice came from behind, "Get the office building repaired within three days. You'll have to pay for it yourself."

"puff!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ming, who had fled far away, was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Feng Qingyang, you've gone too far!