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

Feng Mo raised an eyebrow, his figure flickered, and he disappeared again.

At the entrance of the villa, Yun Tianyi was pacing anxiously, while his sister Yun Piaomiao stood to the side, looking helpless.

"Keep your voice down, Feng Mo might be cultivating."

"Cultivation? What time is it to cultivate now!" Yun Tianyi exclaimed anxiously. "Sister, you didn't see it! That scene just now was fucking thrilling! Let me tell you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door behind him creaked open.

Feng Mo was standing behind the door, looking at him calmly.

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"

"Brother Feng! You're finally out of seclusion!" Yun Tianyi was so excited to see Feng Mo that he almost pounced on him. "Do you know what happened outside during those few hours you were in seclusion?!"

He gesticulated wildly, spitting as he recounted the events that had occurred in the principal's office in an exaggerated, storytelling style.

From how Xia Ming twisted the truth and made false accusations, to how Feng Qingyang flew into a rage, to that earth-shattering sword strike, and finally how Xia Ming fled in a sorry state, to how Principal Feng fiercely protected his own.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, as if he were there in person.

Yun Piaomiao rolled her eyes as she listened. Hearing this from his mouth, it felt like Feng Qingyang was about to draw his sword and storm the Xia family.

Feng Mo listened, but his face showed no surprise.

He had expected the Xia family to cause trouble, but he hadn't anticipated that Principal Feng, whom he had never met before, would act in such a... direct manner.

Without a word, he chopped the vice principal to pieces.

interesting.

"Brother Feng, you're a star student at our school now!" Yun Tianyi looked at Feng Mo with admiration. "No, you're a legend! On your first day of school, you forced dozens of senior students to kneel and kowtow. When you came out of seclusion, the principal publicly turned against the vice-principal for you. What top student in history has ever received such treatment?"

Just then, an incomparably sharp sword intent descended from the sky without warning, hovering precisely above Villa No. 1.

The sword intent did not harm anyone, but it carried an undeniable will that made the Yun siblings' hair stand on end instantly, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

The sword intent condensed in the air, transforming into a line of large, golden characters in a flowing, elegant style:

"Feng Mo, come to the principal's office immediately. —Feng Qingyang"

The handwriting shone brightly in the sunlight, before dissipating into specks of golden light after a moment.

Yun Tianyi swallowed hard, and the way he looked at Feng Mo had completely changed.

He had seen telepathic communication before, but to write words directly in the air with sword intent, especially to a freshman... that's incredibly impressive!

"Brother Feng, Principal Feng is looking for you!"

"Yes, I saw it."

Feng Mo nodded and stepped outside.

It's only a few kilometers from the island in the lake to the office building.

But today, this road seems exceptionally long.

Along the way, every student who saw Feng Mo, whether a freshman or a senior, would stop in their tracks and make way for him, watching him pass by with a complex mix of awe, curiosity, and fear in their eyes.

Those senior students who were blocking the dormitory entrance yesterday, swaggering around, are now shrinking back and hiding behind the crowd, not even having the courage to look him in the eye.

Several of them, who had received special "attention" from him yesterday, were so frightened by his calm gaze that their legs went weak and they almost knelt down on the spot.

Feng Mo's formidable reputation, after yesterday's battle and today's turmoil in the principal's office, has been thoroughly imprinted in the hearts of every student at Shanghai Martial Arts University.

Soon, we arrived at the office building.

Feng Mo looked up and saw a very conspicuous hole on the side of the building, with cold wind rushing in.

Several engineering robots were busy at the edge of the hole, seemingly conducting surveying work before repairs.

Feng Mo walked smoothly up the stairs to the principal's office.

The door wasn't closed, or rather, the wall connecting the door to it was gone.

He spotted the man lounging in a chair, legs crossed, leisurely drinking.

He wore a long blue cloth robe, his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and an iron sword hung at his waist.

"Principal." Feng Mo stood at the door, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

Feng Qingyang seemed not to hear, continuing to drink his wine as if he were asleep, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

Feng Mo didn't urge him, he just stood there quietly.

In the office, only the gulping sound of Feng Qingyang swallowing wine could be heard for a moment.

A full minute passed before Feng Qingyang, as if just waking up, lazily opened his eyes and glanced at Feng Mo.

"You're Feng Mo?"

"Yes."

"Did you bring the Thunder Lord's Decree?" Feng Qingyang asked again.

With a thought, Feng Mo's token, which was wrapped in purple lightning, with the character "雷" (thunder) engraved on the front and a roaring Qilin on the back, appeared in his palm.

The moment he saw Lei Junling, a complex and unfathomable light finally flashed in Feng Qingyang's lazy eyes.

There is nostalgia, respect, and a touch of melancholy.

He sat up straight in his chair, abandoning his nonchalant demeanor, and his entire aura changed.

If he was a rusty sword that had just been sheathed, then now, this sword has quietly been drawn a little, its sharpness just beginning to show.

"Very good." Feng Qingyang nodded, looking intently at Feng Mo. "Since Lord Lei has given you the token, I won't beat around the bush with you."

"Hey kid, wanna pull off a big heist?"

"How big is considered big?"