An Yi remained unmoved as he gazed at the fist hurtling toward his face.
He had to admit, this Gui Xiong did have some skill.
His cultivation was at the mid-stage of Tian Gang, but judging by the density of his spiritual energy, he was already close to the late stage of Tian Gang.
The flame-wreathed palm carried no ordinary power.
If that connected with his face, the consequences would be dire!
Wan Feng, watching this scene, was beside himself with excitement, so much so that he tumbled off the stretcher entirely.
His master was really coming through!
Hit him!
Boom!
Gui Xiong's flame-wreathed palm came slashing down ferociously.
Waves of fiery heat rolled forward, the spectacle daunting, the air itself torn apart with ripping sounds... and then, it could advance no further.
His attack was caught—steadily pinched between two fingers of An Yi's outstretched hand, while the other hand stayed tucked in his pocket.
The air fell suddenly silent.
Gui Xiong was stunned.
Wan Feng, who had rolled onto the ground, was frozen too.
Even Old Tao, who knew a thing or two about An Yi, found it hard to believe.
Two fingers blocked Gui Xiong's attack?
Gui Xiong was a Tian Gang mid-stage spiritualist, after all!
An Yi casually flicked his hand.
Gui Xiong's body flew back like a drifting leaf, stumbling two heavy steps before finally managing to stop himself.
Staring at the utterly composed An Yi, Gui Xiong was baffled.
What had just happened felt like a dream.
He—a Tian Gang mid-stage spiritualist, considered top-tier even in a city of masters like Qi City, where experts were a dime a dozen—had just been casually tossed aside by a young man younger than his own disciple!
Two fingers had blocked his attack!
This was humiliation!
Especially in front of his own disciple—once word of this got around, what face would he have left as a master?
Wan Feng was staring wide-eyed as well.
He knew full well how strong Gui Xiong was. He had begged and pleaded for ages to become his disciple, all because of his strength.
And yet, in the hands of that fellow called An Xiang, Gui Xiong was like a big teddy bear toy, pushed around at will.
"Again!"
Refusing to accept it, Gui Xiong swung his flaming palm in a horizontal slash.
This time, he didn't hold back—he used his full ten-tenths of strength, turning his palm into a blade, aiming for An Yi's neck.
An Yi's gaze turned cold.
He raised a hand!
A stream of fireballs came shooting out like bullets.
"Child's play!"
Gui Xiong couldn't help but show a hint of contempt.
A basic fire-element spiritual technique, nothing more.
But the moment his palm touched the fireball, he felt a searing pain.
Burning hot!
What kind of flame is this?!
Cold sweat broke out on Gui Xiong's forehead, but he gritted his teeth and swung his palm toward An Yi's neck anyway.
Yet An Yi, with even greater speed, swept a leg out and caught Gui Xiong at the knee.
Gui Xiong's footing gave way, and he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.
"Damn it!"
Gui Xiong bellowed in fury.
Now he understood all too well—this kid was powerful!
Far more powerful than him, even!
As Gui Xiong hit the ground, An Yi spun around and drove a fierce, commanding elbow strike straight into his chest.
Boom!
The floor beneath Gui Xiong cracked into a web of spiderweb-like fissures.
Pfft!
The sheer force of the impact made it impossible for Gui Xiong to endure any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole demeanor wilting.
"Stop!"
Old Tao's voice rang out, his body radiating a blinding golden spiritual light.
A barrier formed from golden light intercepted in front of them.
At that very moment, An Yi's sword-finger strike, aimed at Gui Xiong's throat, came to a halt.
"Oh dear, almost couldn't pull that one back. Sorry about that, old man."
An Yi flicked his fingers lightly, speaking with a smile.
On the ground, Gui Xiong endured the pain, clutching his chest, and struggled to his feet.
The look he shot An Yi carried a hint of fear.
Now, he was completely done for.
If Old Tao hadn't spoken up when he did, he would have been a dead man.
At that thought, Gui Xiong couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude toward Old Tao.
Wait a moment... has the dean's strength recovered?
Old Tao, seeing that An Yi had stopped, let out a quiet sigh of relief.
That kid's strength was far beyond his own.
Good thing he stopped—otherwise, a single sword-finger strike might have punctured his barrier.
As dean, that would have been a massive embarrassment!
"When it comes to that Eastern Mystic Society of yours—if it really serves no purpose, just dissolve it. Everyone here is a student. No one is above anyone else. Give them too much authority, and they lose themselves easily."
Old Tao stood with his hands behind his back, speaking slowly.
Gui Xiong, clutching his wound, pressed his lips together. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and swallowed it down: "Yes, Dean!"
With that, Gui Xiong couldn't help but steal another glance at An Yi.
That kid—what a freak!
Because even now, Gui Xiong couldn't figure out An Yi's exact cultivation level.
When facing him, it felt like An Yi hadn't even used half his strength.
"Take your disciple and go home. Rest up properly. He who sows injustice reaps the whirlwind. Too many sins, and you'll have to pay the price eventually."
An Yi said slowly, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes.
"Understood, Instructor An Xiang. I'll—I'll make sure to discipline him properly."
All traces of the arrogance Gui Xiong had shown upon arriving were gone from his tone now.
The dean's strength had recovered; those restless types in the academy probably wouldn't dare act up anymore.
And now he'd brought along a nephew this strong—who would dare to cause trouble?
What's more, Gui Xiong vaguely sensed that this kid called An Xiang might even be stronger than the dean, Tao Ye himself!
Night fell, and the city lights flickered softly.
Gui Xiong, dragging the badly injured Wan Feng, slunk away from the dean's residence, looking thoroughly disheveled and beaten.
"Master, who exactly is this kid named An Xiang?"
Wan Feng hesitated, curiosity weighing on him.
If he'd been stronger than him, that would still make sense.
Plenty of geniuses out there—there were precedents.
But to outright thrash his master? That was too much!
For the entire Qi City, the number of people who could beat his master could be counted on one hand.
Suddenly, a name flashed through Wan Feng's mind.
That guy who had stirred up chaos at the city lord's mansion—could it be...?
The moment the thought hit him, Wan Feng grew excited all over.
It had to be him! How else could you explain a powerhouse just appearing out of nowhere like this?
He just hadn't expected him to be this young!
"Shut up!"
Gui Xiong shot him a glare.
If Wan Feng could figure it out, so could he.
Without a doubt, that was who it was.
But Gui Xiong knew full well where the line was.
If that really was the man, and word leaked out, the entire Eastern Mystic Academy would be thrown into chaos.
"Focus on healing. Forget everything from today, completely!"
Gui Xiong's tone was filled with warning.
Startled, Wan Feng shrank his neck: "Yes, Master."
Back in the dean's residence.
An Yi, looking completely at ease, picked up a piece of fruit from the plate: "Old Tao, you're not much of a dean, are you? Your subordinates are butting heads with you."
"They all thought I was a severely ill old man with one foot in the grave. Naturally, few took me seriously."
Old Tao chuckled: "But now that I've recovered, it's time to tighten up the academy. It's way too chaotic around here. By the way, I heard you're teaching the special admissions class. How's it going? This class is the strongest batch of geniuses in the branch's history."
"Decent, I guess. Nothing special about them, they're just obedient."
An Yi said casually.
Old Tao said slowly: "Good to hear. Thank goodness you're here—otherwise, I wouldn't have had a clue who to put in charge of them as their class mentor."
An Yi said seriously, "Let's put that aside for now. Old Tao, the reason I came to find you today is about the stone tablet."
"Stone tablet?"
Old Tao looked puzzled and stared at An Yi in disbelief. "Is there something wrong with the stone tablet?"
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