“Old Nie!”
Feng Wuji was panting heavily on the other end of the phone.
“Tell me honestly!”
“When did our Great Xia produce such an unparalleled monster?!”
“How old is he?!”
“His blood vitality is only nine million!”
“Who would’ve thought that a Martial Spirit could actually master a Martial Emperor-level willpower realm?!”
“This kid…”
Feng Wuji’s voice was filled with a deep sense of disbelief.
“Did he really cheat somehow?!”
Listening to Feng Wuji’s rapid-fire questions, Nie Changkong sat in his chair, his old face flushed crimson.
He opened his mouth, but had no idea how to respond.
“Kept me in the dark for so long?”
What the hell had I hidden from you?!
I only found out this morning, after personally watching this kid shatter a Demon Saint’s killing blow with a single thrust in the Abyssal Domain, that he was this kind of freak!
My jaw nearly hit the floor while I was inside the protective qi barrier!
At the same time, Nie Changkong realized that Feng Wuji had never looked into Su Yuan’s background. Otherwise, he would definitely have discovered that Su Yuan and Su Yu were the same person.
Since he hadn’t checked, so be it. The longer he could keep it hidden, the better.
Nie Changkong took a deep breath and forcibly made his voice sound calm and profound, carrying the air of someone weathered by the vicissitudes of life.
“Principal.”
Nie Changkong slowly began, his tone tinged with helplessness.
“Please don’t get so worked up.”
“To be honest, I didn’t know either!”
Feng Wuji froze.
“You didn’t know?!”
“You didn’t know, yet you took him to wipe out an Abyssal stronghold?!”
“You didn’t know, yet you let him fight a Demon Emperor head-on?!”
Nie Changkong gave a bitter laugh.
“Principal, I really didn’t know!”
“I always thought he was merely a Martial Spirit with unusually powerful blood vitality.”
“I brought him along so he could get some real combat experience.”
“Who would’ve thought…”
Nie Changkong sighed, his tone completely sincere.
“Who would’ve thought this kid had hidden himself so deeply?”
“When the Demon Emperor descended in the Abyssal Domain, he suddenly exploded with power!”
“He directly brought out Soul-Casting Spear Intent!”
“I was scared out of my wits too!”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Feng Wuji did not respond immediately. Instead, he rapidly replayed Nie Changkong’s account in his mind.
After a moment, Feng Wuji thought it over carefully. The furrow between his brows gradually relaxed.
It did seem to make sense.
After all, one could still sense a person’s blood vitality and cultivation aura.
But once one’s willpower reached the terrifying level of “Soul-Casting,” it had already returned to its original simplicity, completely contained deep within the spiritual sea.
This ethereal martial will, as long as its wielder deliberately kept it hidden, could not be detected in the slightest—not even by Feng Wuji himself, let alone a Martial Emperor like Nie Changkong.
Those peerless prodigies often had unusual dispositions. They simply enjoyed hiding their true abilities.
Having figured this out—
“Indeed…”
Feng Wuji let out a long sigh, his voice filled with emotion.
“Who could have seen this coming?”
“A Martial Spirit actually mastered Soul-Casting.”
“Such talent is unprecedented throughout the ages!”
Feng Wuji paused, and his tone suddenly turned feverish.
“Old Nie!”
“Where is that kid now?!”
“He’s at Jingwu, isn’t he?!”
Nie Changkong’s heart jolted.
“He is. Why?”
“Good!”
Feng Wuji slapped his thigh, his voice booming.
“If he’s at Jingwu, then this will be easy!”
“Old Nie, go find him immediately!”
“Ask him whether he’d be interested in becoming the head of Jingwu’s Spear Department!”
Pfft!
Nie Changkong had just lifted his teacup for a sip when he heard those words. He immediately sprayed the tea all over the table.
His eyes widened as he gripped the receiver tightly.
“P-Principal!”
“What did you say?!”
“Make him the department head?!”
“Of course!”
Feng Wuji replied with complete confidence.
“With willpower at that level, and such heaven-defying combat strength—”
“If he doesn’t become a department head, is he supposed to be a student?!”
“That useless Chu Kuang has only just reached the Subtlety stage of spear intent. Making him head of the Spear Department is simply misleading students!”
“Put Su Yuan in the position!”
“With his Soul-Casting Spear Intent, he can definitely lead Jingwu’s Spear Department to unprecedented heights!”
“He might even crush those bastards at Mowu!”
The more Feng Wuji thought about it, the more promising the idea seemed, and the more excited his voice became.
“Oh, right, Old Nie!”
“Didn’t you recently recruit a special-grade freshman named Su Yu?”
“That kid is a fine prospect too!”
“If Su Yuan becomes the department head, he can take Su Yu as his personal disciple and properly train him!”
“A great teacher produces a great student!”
“With a peerless prodigy like Su Yuan personally guiding him, Su Yu will definitely dominate the upcoming freshman exchange tournament between the two universities. He’ll grind those freshmen from Mowu into the dirt!”
Listening to Feng Wuji’s grand, ambitious plan—and hearing him fantasize about having “Su Yuan” teach “Su Yu”—
Nie Changkong’s face instantly turned green.
Have Su Yu become the department head?!
And have him take himself as his personal disciple?!
What kind of interstellar joke was this?!
If he agreed to this, who knew what disaster would follow?!
Su Yu was an eighteen-year-old first-year student!
If he became head of the Spear Department…
Nie Changkong didn’t even dare imagine the scene.
With Chu Kuang’s explosive temper, if he found out that a first-year student had taken his position, he would probably grab his spear and start a life-or-death battle on the spot.
Even more terrifying was the risk of exposing Su Yu’s identity!
As head of the Spear Department, he would have to appear in public before the entire faculty and student body.
He would be walking around campus every day, guiding students, attending meetings, and participating in discussions.
No matter how well Su Yu disguised himself, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t reveal a flaw.
Once someone noticed something was wrong—
The news that Su Yuan and Su Yu were the same person would spread throughout the entire capital as if it had grown wings!
By then, the Abyssal Cult’s highest assassination order would land directly on Jingwu’s doorstep!
Red-robed archbishops, Demon Venerables, and even Demon Emperors themselves—
They would stop at nothing, tearing open space and razing Jingwu to the ground just to kill Su Yu!
This wasn’t recruiting a department head.
This was inviting a doomsday nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment!
“No!”
“Absolutely not!”
Nie Changkong rejected the proposal without the slightest hesitation.
His voice was firm and decisive.
Feng Wuji was stunned.
“Why not?”
“Old Nie, have you lost your mind?”
“With such a promising talent and such overwhelming combat strength, shouldn’t you hurry up and tie him to Jingwu’s chariot with the position of department head? Or do you want to wait for the military or another martial university to poach him?”
Nie Changkong took a deep breath.
His mind raced, and he immediately fabricated an excuse without batting an eye.
“Principal.”
Nie Changkong lowered his voice, speaking with helplessness.
“Do you think I haven’t considered that?”
“As soon as we came out of the Abyssal Domain, I tested the waters and asked him about it!”
Feng Wuji hurriedly asked, “What did he say?”
“He rejected it immediately!”
Nie Changkong lied through his teeth without the slightest change in expression.
“He said, and I quote, that he has no interest whatsoever in positions or power!”
“He’s staying at Jingwu because he wants to cultivate in peace and seclusion!”
“His focus right now is entirely on breaking through. If you insist on forcing him to take the position of department head, he’ll have to spend every day correcting the freshmen’s basic movements and dealing with administrative work…”
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