“Instructor An Yi, are you really leaving us?”
In class, Xu Qianqian gazed at An Yi with tear-filled eyes. Big tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I haven’t even saved enough money for my dowry yet.”
“Don’t worry. Keep saving it to buy candy.”
An Yi patted her on the head and said with a hearty laugh.
Zhang Qi, Yan Kui, Liu Yu, and the other students in the special admissions class all looked at An Yi with undisguised reluctance.
Although the man was a shameless, despicable bastard, when they thought carefully about everything he had done as their instructor during this time…
The students’ hearts gradually calmed.
Ye Tian looked at An Yi with a serious expression. “Once I’ve taken care of my own business, I’ll come find you!”
Over the past six months, from Luojia Town to the Xu family of Qicheng breaking off his engagement, and then to Dongxuan Academy, An Yi had helped him countless times.
It would not be easy to repay such kindness completely.
A smile tugged at the corners of An Yi’s lips. “All right. I’ll be waiting!”
There was no way Ye Tian could escape him. He was a destined child whom An Yi was certain to recruit.
That meant only Xiao Ye and Long Aoyun’s main quests remained.
At least Long Aoyun’s main quest, the War God Supreme quest, could be identified. Xiao Ye, however, was the protagonist with the lowest presence, and everything about him was a mystery.
If he wanted to complete the quest for the Asura Godhead, he still had a long way to go.
An Yi looked at everyone and smiled. “I’m going to participate in the Hundred Academies Tournament. You should hear some news about me by then.”
Since these students had joined the Asura Sect, they would all become members of the Asura Sect in the future!
With the great sect master of the Asura Sect personally guiding them, they were certain to grow vigorously and become the backbone of the Asura Sect one day.
“The Hundred Academies Tournament!”
When the students of the special admissions class heard that name, their expressions all became excited. They knew that this was the true battlefield where geniuses competed.
It was something ordinary people would not even dare dream of.
“I’ll definitely go to the next Hundred Academies Tournament!” Liu Yu declared excitedly, his face flushed.
Zhang Qi laughed. “I’ll go too. There are still five years until the next one. I really want to see what level of strength I’ll have five years from now.”
After leaving the classroom, An Yi found a tall, graceful figure waiting for him in the corridor.
Zi Yun gazed at him with her beautiful eyes, seeming to want to say something but hesitating.
“What is it? Are you planning to come with me to Divine Phoenix Academy too?”
An Yi walked over with a teasing smile on his lips.
Zi Yun shot him an annoyed look. “I’d like to, but unfortunately, I’m already too old to participate in the tournament.”
The Hundred Academies Tournament had an age limit of twenty-five.
If Zi Yun’s bone age were measured, she would probably be around twenty-seven. She had already exceeded the tournament’s age requirement.
An Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Tsk. This woman had hidden herself well. She actually had the strength to participate in the Hundred Academies Tournament.
“I didn’t expect you to leave so suddenly.” Zi Yun looked at him, her beautiful eyes growing slightly dim.
An Yi chuckled. “What? You can’t bear to part with me?”
“Yes.”
Zi Yun nodded lightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on him.
Looking at the breathtakingly alluring Zi Yun, An Yi felt his heart stir as well.
A gentle, long-legged mature beauty rated nine out of ten by the system was simply too tempting. He could barely withstand it.
“Haha, don’t worry. We’ll meet again.”
An Yi joked on the surface, while sighing inwardly.
She really does like me!
Zi Yun gently brushed back a strand of hair from her forehead and smiled tenderly. “We certainly will.”
…
The farewell had come suddenly.
But the scene arranged to see An Yi off was grander than ever.
Not only the students of the special admissions class, Zi Yun, Old Tao, and Gu Changfeng had come—many of the other instructors and students had also turned out to bid him farewell.
The main campus of Dongxuan Academy was far more impressive than this tiny branch campus.
Even if An Yi merely became an ordinary instructor there, once he returned to their branch, they would treat him like an ancestor. His position as the next branch dean would practically be guaranteed.
Almost every instructor believed that An Yi was going to the main campus simply to gain experience and prestige before returning to compete for the position of dean.
As a result, they all fawned over him to an absurd degree, practically eager to offer him their entire fortunes as bribes.
“Good lad, the future is yours now,” Old Tao said with a sigh as he patted An Yi on the shoulder.
He knew that he had discovered a monster.
“Instructor An Yi, have a safe journey!” Zhang Qi and the other students of the special admissions class shouted and waved.
Xu Qianqian’s eyes were red from crying. She still hadn’t managed to borrow his seed.
An Yi smiled. “Even while I’m gone, don’t let your cultivation fall behind.”
The students in the special admissions class had potential, but they were still somewhat inexperienced. Remaining at the academy to temper themselves was the best choice for them.
Zi Yun gazed at An Yi, as serene and gentle as she had been when they first met.
“Boss, how could you leave just after we met? I really can’t bear to part with you!”
Ning Er came rushing over, wiping away tears and snot.
An Yi’s head was covered in black lines. He clenched his fists and decisively ignored the man.
Gu Changfeng gestured with his hands.
A-Qian hurriedly translated. “Hall Master Gu says that no matter how many miles lie between mountains and rivers, may good fortune follow you. Life is long, so may you always have a sail and a shore. He hopes that the next time you meet, he’ll see a completely renewed Boss!”
An Yi raised his eyebrows.
How the hell did he translate all that?
Gu Changfeng nodded, indicating that those were indeed his words.
An Yi chuckled. “Forget it. Once the three of you have recovered, go find the other members of the Asura Sect first—especially Lin Chen and Bai Xiu. Then get in touch with me.”
“Um, Young Master…”
Ye Tian could not help but offer a reminder.
An Yi rolled his eyes at him. “Your contract of servitude!”
As he spoke, he tossed over a contract.
Ye Tian hurriedly caught it and took a look. A flash of blue flame sprang from his hand, instantly burning the contract to ashes.
“I got it. May your future be bright and may everything go smoothly.”
“Tch, all right. I’m leaving. Take care, everyone!”
Riding a fiery steed and carrying his luggage, An Yi departed from Dongxuan Academy in a leisurely manner.
Outside Qicheng, beneath a lush and verdant tree, a graceful woman in a red dress stood waiting.
“Waiting for me?”
An Yi rode his fiery steed over at an unhurried pace.
Hong Lian gazed quietly at him, her expression complicated. “So you’re a member of the Night Sect.”
An Yi knew that his identity had already been exposed, so he stopped pretending.
“The seventy-second Night Emperor of the Night Sect—An Yi!”
“Hong Lian!”
Hong Lian slowly spoke her own name.
An Yi raised his eyebrows and said calmly, “A former deity?”
Five thousand years ago, the ancient continent had possessed deities of its own. Unfortunately, they had been slaughtered by the deities who invaded later.
Even the Nine Heavens had been seized.
Although this woman had once been subjected to a spanking at his hands, she truly was one of the original deities.
A woman over five thousand years old…
Just thinking about it was exciting!
Hong Lian was not particularly surprised that he had guessed her identity. Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on An Yi.
“I want to make a deal with you.”
“If you’re planning to drive out the deities and reclaim the Nine Heavens, then stop dreaming.”
A hint of gravity entered An Yi’s voice.
“One day, I’ll destroy the Nine Heavens!”
A place that had to absorb all living beings and construct itself from their blood should never have existed on the ancient continent.
Hong Lian looked toward him and said solemnly, “Don’t forget, the direct descendants of your Night Sect were once deities as well!”
“Deities? Hah. I couldn’t care less!”
An Yi lightly patted the head of his fiery steed and leisurely rode away.
“I’m leaving. We’ll meet again someday. Until then, take care!”
“You…”
Hong Lian was just about to say something, but the words caught in her throat, and she couldn’t utter a single one.
This man…
As she watched An Yi’s retreating figure disappear into the crimson afterglow of the setting sun, Hong Lian stood there in a daze.
Destroy the Nine Heavens.
Could he really do it…?
The Tianxiang Empire, the Merchant Alliance.
A white bird, swift as a streak of lightning, soared through the layers of clouds before spiraling down from the sky and coming to rest on the girl’s arm.
The girl untied the message tube from the bird’s leg and ran into the main hall, overjoyed.
“Lady Qianqian, there’s news!”
Inside the study, a stunningly beautiful woman with an icy, ethereal air was holding a brush, making plans across the pages of a book.
At the sound of the girl’s voice, a hint of delight appeared in her calm, unruffled eyes. Her vermilion lips parted slightly.
“Give it to me. Quickly.”
Opening the bamboo tube, Shangguan Qianqian read the contents of the letter, and the corners of her lovely lips curved upward.
“Divine Phoenix Empire… An Yi, you really are coming, aren’t you?”
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