Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Countless images flashed through my mind.

The family elders surrounded him, shaking their heads and sighing.

"Qingyu, you've disappointed us so much."

"Enjoying the best resources from the Long family, yet unable to even win a Rookie of the Year competition?"

"Two losses in two matches, not even making it to the second round... It's a disgrace to the Long family!"

His father, Long Xiaotian, stood before him, his gaze icy.

"I told you to teach Wang Xian a lesson, and this is how you do it?"

You have utterly disgraced me.

Then, it was Long Zuntian.

His older brother, the person he admired most and wanted to surpass.

Long Zuntian walked up to him, looked at him, and shook his head.

In those eyes, there was no anger, no disappointment, only something that made him even more devastated...

indifferent.

"Little brother, you've disappointed me so much."

Long Qingyu's eyes widened, his pupils dilated.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

That is a sign of mental breakdown and shattered Daoist heart.

He just knelt on the ground, motionless.

Like a soulless shell.

Wang Xian stood on the dueling platform, looking at him expressionlessly.

There was no sympathy whatsoever.

There was no pity.

This was chosen by Long Qingyu himself.

He sent people to provoke Wang Xian, intending to seriously injure him and to vent the anger of the Long family.

Now, he is bearing the consequences.

Just then—

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Long Qingyu.

Dragon Lord Heaven.

He appeared out of thin air, as if he had always been standing there.

He crouched down, reached out, and checked Long Qingyu's pulse.

Then, his brows furrowed slightly.

He sensed the state of Long Qingyu's body—his soul was torn apart, his Dao heart was shattered, and his mind was collapsing.

This younger brother is pretty much useless.

He stood up, turned his head, and looked at Wang Xian on the dueling platform.

In that instant—

A chilling killing intent, as if it were tangible, rushed towards Wang Xian!

That killing intent was chilling to the bone, carrying the terrifying pressure of Long Zuntian, a master above the Condensation Realm, enough to make any Condensation Realm martial artist tremble!

But Wang Xian did not move.

He stood there, facing the killing intent, and stared at Long Zuntian.

His gaze was calm.

There was no fear whatsoever.

There was no backing down.

They just looked at each other quietly.

Long Zuntian looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.

In the end, he said nothing.

He withdrew his gaze, bent down, and helped Long Qingyu up.

Then, he turned around and walked away from the dueling platform, step by step.

He didn't say a single extra word from beginning to end.

There were no harsh words, no threats, and no statements made.

They just left like that.

Wang Xian stared at his retreating figure, her gaze deep and thoughtful.

Within the sea of ​​souls, Wang Quan's voice rang out: "This little dragon is no ordinary person."

"You've been targeted by him, so be careful."

Wang Xian nodded: "I understand."

……

Wang Xian stepped down from the arena and walked step by step back to his seat along the passageway.

Wherever he went, the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.

Countless eyes fell upon him—shock, awe, admiration, and a hint of indescribable fear.

That punch was truly shocking.

He smashed the pure-blooded dragon beast to pieces with a single punch, leaving not even a trace.

This strength has exceeded their understanding of "new life".

Wang Xian returned to her seat.

As soon as he sat down, Ye Chuan pounced on him, his face full of excitement:

"Holy crap! Brother Wang! You're awesome!"

He gestured wildly and spoke incoherently:

"He smashed a dragon beast with a single punch! And that was a pure-blooded dragon beast! Do you know how shocking that scene was?!"

"The whole arena was stunned! All those top contenders were completely terrified by you! And that Long Zuntian, did you see his expression? It was absolutely spectacular!"

Wang Xian glanced at him and said modestly, "Not bad."

Ye Chuan's lips twitched:

"Not bad? You call this not bad?"

He was about to continue speaking when suddenly—

A figure appeared before them.

Ye Chuan looked up and froze instantly.

He was a middle-aged man with a dignified face and an imposing presence.

Dean of the General Education College, Xia Yulong.

There was another person standing next to him, Wang Xian's third uncle, Wang Dongyi.

Ye Chuan quickly stood up and bowed respectfully:

"Hello, Dean."

Xia Yulong nodded to him, his gaze falling on Wang Xian:

"Wang Xian, come with us. We have some questions for you."

Wang Xian glanced at Wang Dongyi, who nodded slightly to him.

He stood up and followed the two men away.

……

Following the two, they left the martial arts square and came to a deserted corner.

It's very quiet here, and there's no one else around.

Wang Dongyi stopped, turned around, and looked at Wang Xian.

The calm on his face had vanished, replaced by barely suppressed excitement and confusion.

"Little Fairy".

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse:

"What was that about the King's Fist you used on the dueling stage just now?"

Xia Yulong also stood to the side, casting a curious glance.

Wang Xian paused for a second, then asked in her mind, "Would this reveal your existence?"

In the sea of ​​souls, Wang Quan waved his hand lazily: "Suit yourself, anyway, I don't have anything to hide."

Wang Xian nodded.

He looked at Wang Dongyi and said truthfully, "Third Uncle, I used a divine summoning spell."

"A summoning spell?"

Wang Dongyi was taken aback.

Wang Xian continued:

"I used my own life essence to summon my father, Wang Quan. The Wang Quan on the dueling platform just now was his power."

Wang Dongyi's pupils suddenly contracted!

"What did you say?!"

He was completely stunned.

Royal power?

His sixth brother, Wang Quan?

That royal power that fell more than a decade ago?

"etc."

Xia Yulong stood to the side, his brows furrowing slightly.

He discovered the problem:

"You mean invoking spirits? You mean summoning immortals?"

Xia Yulong looked at Wang Xian with a scrutinizing gaze:

"How did you learn the Li family's secret technique for summoning immortals?"

"Furthermore, as far as I know, the Summoning Spell can only summon 'spirits,' not bring the opponent with their power. The power of your punch just now clearly exceeded the scope of the Summoning Spell."

Wang Xian did not answer immediately.

He looked at Wang Dongyi.

Wang Dongyi understood what he meant—he was asking if he could reveal some secrets to Xia Yulong.

Wang Dongyi thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and said with a smile:

"Xiao Xian, Dean Xia thinks highly of you."

"He just said he'd give you a recommendation for the position of head of the library."

"This spot is a valuable asset. With it, you can directly access the secret storage area of ​​the library and borrow those precious books that are not normally open to the public."

Wang Xian understood.

Third Uncle was telling him: Xia Yulong can be trusted.

He looked at Xia Yulong and bowed slightly:

"Thank you, Dean Xia."

Then he straightened up and answered:

"It is indeed the Li family's summoning technique. A few days ago, Li Sheng of the Li family demonstrated it in front of me once, and I learned it after watching it once."

Xia Yulong was stunned.

Wang Xian continued, "After learning it, I discovered that this secret technique has many flaws."

"So I made some improvements to it, so that when summoning a 'spirit,' the other party can bring some of its power with them."

"Because the changes were too significant and the version differed too much from the original, I renamed it 'Summoning the Gods'."

After Wang Xian finished speaking, Xia Yulong fell silent.

He stood there, motionless, as if someone had struck his pressure points.

After several seconds, he finally managed to speak:

"You mean... you learned the Li family's secret technique after just one look?"

Wang Xian nodded.

"And then... you even went and improved it?"

Wang Xian nodded again.

Xia Yulong took a deep breath.

He turned his head to look at Wang Dongyi, his expression complex:

"Brother Dongyi...did your nephew inherit Wang Quan's habit of boasting?"

The words had barely left his mouth—

An annoyed voice came from Wang Xian's mouth:

"You idiot, who are you calling a braggart!"