He was resurrected indefinitely and handed over to the state by the headmistress.

"You unfilial son, come with me!"

Zang Feng suddenly stood up and precisely grabbed Zang Long's ear with one hand.

With her other hand, she covered his mouth as he was about to shout.

Without saying a word, they dragged him out of the banquet hall.

Before leaving, he forced a smile and respectfully said to Lu Chen:

"Lord Lu Chen, please enjoy your meal. I need to discuss some 'family matters' with this rebellious son!"

He glared at Canglong with a warning look in his eyes.

That brat has been relying on Lu Chen's backing lately.

They are becoming increasingly lawless.

They're practically riding on his father's head!

Today I'm going to show him what "fatherly love is as solid as a mountain" really means!

"Ughhhhhh—!!"

With his mouth covered, Canglong could only let out muffled whimpers, struggling desperately with his hands and feet.

However, under Zang Feng's absolute power, any resistance was futile.

Soon, faint screams like Zanglong being slaughtered and angry curses from Zang Feng could be heard outside the banquet hall.

"Divine intervention—heavenly soldiers to my aid! Seize this rebellious son!"

"Ah—! Old Deng! You're serious?!"

"Ah—! Don't hit my face! I need my looks to make a living!"

"Old Deng! You just wait! When you're old and can't move, I'll pull the plug on your oxygen tube!"

"Damn it! You dare threaten me?! I'll beat you to a pulp today, or I'll change my surname to yours!"

"Ah—! Dad! My dear Dad! I was wrong! Please stop hitting me! Ouch—!"

The mournful howls of the Hidden Dragon mingled with the furious roars of the Hidden Wind.

It composed a unique movement entitled "Fatherly Love and Filial Piety".

The sound, faintly emanating from behind the door, elicited various expressions from the people inside the hall.

Lu Chen's lips twitched slightly, but he continued to calmly enjoy the service of his two wives.

Bibi Dong elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin, as if she hadn't heard.

Hua Xiyu shook her head slightly, thinking: Canglong is a good kid in every way, but he likes to go against his family. He deserves it!

Hua Zhanyue lowered her head even further, wishing she were deaf.

I'm worried that I'll be next.

After a while, the "music" outside finally stopped.

The banquet hall door was pushed open, and Zang Feng walked in carrying Zang Long, who looked like a dead dog with a bruised and swollen face.

A warm smile returned to Zang Feng's face. He placed Zang Long on the chair next to Ran Ruhua and said gently to her:

"Little Ruhua, I've 'trained' this unfilial son, you can order him around without worry."

If he dares to disrespect you again, tell me, and I'll deal with him!

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Ran Ruhua's face instantly blossomed into a bright smile, like a little fox who had succeeded in her scheme.

She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of translucent shrimp meat, and held it to Canglong's lips, her voice returning to its previous "gentle" tone:

"Come on, Hidden Dragon, open your mouth, ah—"

Canglong winced in pain, looking at the chopsticks so close to him, and instinctively wanted to turn his head away.

"Um?!"

Zang Feng, standing nearby, let out a disgruntled snort.

Canglong shuddered, and as if by reflex, immediately opened his mouth: "Ah—"

Ran Ruhua contentedly fed him the shrimp meat, watching him chew with anticipation.

With tears in his eyes, Canglong mechanically chewed and swallowed, finding the shrimp meat tasteless.

But seeing Ran Ruhua's joyful expression as he ate,

For some reason, that resistance in my heart seems...not so strong anymore?

Pooh!

It must be an illusion!

They're terrified of Harden!

Next, Ran Ruhua took great care of Canglong with great enthusiasm, serving him food and soup, keeping herself very busy.

Zanglong, like a puppet on a string, could only passively accept the "loving" gaze of his father.

The meal ended in this strange yet harmonious atmosphere.

Shortly after they had eaten and drunk their fill, a faint buzzing sound came from above the Tibetan manor.

"Whoosh—"

A wooden airship bearing the inscription "Kunlun" on its hull slowly landed on the helipad within the manor.

The flying boat has elegant lines and exudes a faint spiritual energy fluctuation, appearing understated yet luxurious.

"Lord Lu Chen, I wish you success in your studies at Kunlun Academy and that you have a wonderful time!"

Zang Feng, along with the rest of the Zang family, respectfully bowed to Lu Chen to bid him farewell, their words sincere.

He genuinely hoped that Lu Chen would have a smooth time at the academy, because the stronger Lu Chen was, the closer his connection with the collectors would be, and the more beneficial it would be for the collectors.

"Um."

Lu Chen nodded slightly in response.

He took Zhu Qingqing's hand, and Hua Xiyu and Bibi Dong, who was holding Su Daji, naturally followed beside him.

Hua Zhanyue then took on the role of a bag carrier and followed silently at the very back.

"You little brat,"

Zang Feng then turned to Zang Long, his face hardening, and warned him.

"Once you arrive at the academy, you'd better listen to Lord Lu Chen!"

Also, be nicer to Xiaoruhua!

Otherwise, not only will you not have a chance at the position of family head, I'll break your legs!

"Tch! Like nobody cares!"

Although Canglong was bruised and swollen, he still refused to admit defeat and rolled his eyes.

"you……!"

Zang Feng was so angry that he wanted to raise his hand again, but Zang Long saw this and immediately darted to the side of the airship's gangway like a rabbit.

Goodbye, Uncle!

Ran Ruhua politely said goodbye to Zang Feng, then quickly followed Zang Long.

The group boarded the flying boat one by one.

The interior of the airship is spacious and decorated in a simple yet stylish manner.

The mentor in charge of guiding them was already waiting inside the cabin.

He was wearing an ordinary blue long gown, and his face was unremarkable.

He nodded slightly to Lu Chen and the others, his voice calm:

"Is everyone here? Buckle up, we're ready to go."

Lu Chen glanced at the mentor and felt that the figure looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Without giving it much thought, he led everyone to sit down in comfortable seats.

Zang Feng waved from below, watching the flying boat slowly ascend into the air, transforming into a streak of silver light as it sped towards Kunlun Academy.

The person in charge of the flying boat was Feng Qingyang, but at this moment he was wearing a human skin mask, so Lu Chen did not notice for a moment.

He looked at Lu Chen, a smile playing on his lips beneath the mask.

This godson of mine has quite the luck with women.

The flying boat slowly landed in Butterfly Dream City, ready to pick up the last batch of students.

As soon as the hatch opened, a round figure practically "rolled" in—it was Miao Tiaojun.

His clothes were disheveled, his collar was askew, and there were several bright red lipstick marks on his face.

His eyes were filled with fear, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, as if some ferocious beast was chasing him from behind.

"Teacher! Quick! Set sail!!"

As soon as Miao Tiaojun came in, he started shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice distorted.

"It'll be too late if we wait any longer! Let's go!"

His disheveled appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the airship.

Lu Chen and the others looked over curiously.

Canglong, in particular, stared wide-eyed, with an expression that suggested he was watching a good show.

"Brother Jun! Don't leave me behind!"

Just then, a delicate, tearful, and childlike female voice came from outside the airship.

Upon hearing this voice, Miao Tiaojun's face turned deathly pale, and he trembled so badly that he almost collapsed to the ground.

He lunged towards the cockpit and pleaded with Feng Qingyang inside:

"Master! Please! Set sail! Don't let that woman get on! Please!"

He even knelt down with a "plop," his voice trembling with tears.