Chapter 77: Is My Son-in-law Someone You Can Search As You Please?
“1794 points, Individual Ranking third place unchanged, Shangluo Academy 5077 points, Academy Ranking second place unchanged!”
“Wait a minute, there’s something wrong with this kid.”
However, just as everyone looked at Zhao Yan with some astonishment as he brought one Spirit Core after another close to the Spirit-Sensing Stele.
Suddenly, a deafening roar came, and the voice came from Sun Qingxiong.
Everyone’s gaze was instantly drawn over, and even Zhao Yan stopped his actions, looking at Sun Qingxiong with a trace of curiosity, wanting to see what tricks he was up to.
Sun Qingxiong took a deep breath, then said righteously, “Spirit Attachment Realm Sixth Layer, it’s absolutely impossible to hunt a Fourth Grade Ferocious Beast! There must be something fishy going on!”
His gaze was like a torch, staring directly at Zhao Yan, as if he wanted to see through him.
At first, when Sun Qingxiong saw that Zhao Yan still had Spirit Cores that he hadn’t taken out, he only slightly frowned, but his heart was still relatively calm.
Although this kid still had Spirit Cores to redeem, the impact on each ranking was limited.
Even if Zhao Yan moved up a few places on the Individual Ranking, what of it?
However, when he saw Zhao Yan’s points continuously climb, and was about to surpass An Qianfeng in just half a minute, Sun Qingxiong could no longer maintain his composure.
Could it be that after so many years, the first place on both rankings for Qingyang First Academy would be lost entirely in his hands?
Absolutely not! He had to take action.
The surrounding crowd, upon hearing Sun Qingxiong’s words, all showed expressions of astonishment, and then fell into deep thought.
Indeed, the gap in strength between the Spirit Attachment Realm Sixth Layer and a Fourth Grade Ferocious Beast was like an insurmountable chasm.
Under normal circumstances, it was basically impossible to cross.
“Headmaster Sun, are you implying that the Spirit-Sensing Stele might have a problem?”
“Can I understand this as you questioning the superb refining skills of Old Sir Ouye for Spirit Tools and Spirit Items?”
Lu Qianyi’s complexion turned cold, and the dissatisfaction in her tone was clearly visible.
Never mind whether the Ouye Clan of Forging Weapon Mountain would have problems, but from what she had personally witnessed, this young man, without using any Spirit Arrays, was actually able to slay a Fourth Grade Ferocious Beast. Was this false?
Even though he was destined to be enemies with the Holy Zhao Clan in the future, Lu Qianyi disdained targeting a young man like this for no reason.
“I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare, I absolutely have no such intention.”
Upon hearing Lu Qianyi mention the Ouye Clan of Forging Weapon Mountain, Sun Qingxiong’s complexion instantly became flustered and uneasy. He hurriedly waved his arms, denying it outright.
The Ouye Clan of Forging Weapon Mountain, a Holy Family.
In Great Xia, their prestige was indeed thunderous.
Their accomplishments in the field of forging were unparalleled in the world.
The exquisite and peerless forging techniques passed down through generations made the Spirit Items and Spirit Weapons they forged not only of extraordinary quality but also imbued with unique spirituality.
Throughout Great Xia, whether it was the strong practitioners of various forces or ordinary Spirit Martial Artists, the Spirit Weapons and Spirit Items they used, more or less, carried the mark of the Ouye Clan.
Although the Ouye Clan’s hard power might not compare to the Seven Great Aristocratic Families of Great Xia, they were certainly not someone that an insignificant Sun Qingxiong could easily provoke.
“The Spirit Items forged by the Ouye Clan are definitely not a problem, but can Zhao Yan really slay a Fourth Grade Ferocious Beast?”
“Yes, could such a powerful person truly exist in our Qingyang Prefecture?”
“Why not? Isn’t Leng Ruoyao one? Do you really think her over two thousand points were easily obtained without hunting Fourth Grade Ferocious Beasts?”
“Wait, that’s not right, didn’t you just say Zhao Yan was a clown? Why are you speaking up for him now?”
“Cough, cough, that was then, this is now.” This person’s old face instantly turned red, and he stammered an explanation.
The crowd snapped back from Sun Qingxiong’s roar and began to discuss in low whispers.
However, Zhao Yan ignored Sun Qingxiong and continued to quietly ponder in his heart, then took out another Spirit Core and placed it into the Spirit-Sensing Stele.
“1954 points, rising to second place on the Individual Ranking! Shangluo Academy 5237 points, Academy Ranking second place unchanged.”
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the scores on the two Spirit-Sensing Stele changed again.
“Qianfeng!”
Upon seeing this, Sun Qingxiong’s anger flared up, his eyes wide open.
He then looked at An Qianfeng not far away, as if signaling him to step forward and, together with him, demand a thorough investigation of this Zhao Yan.
Regardless of whether this young man truly had the ability to slay a Fourth Grade Ferocious Beast, let’s pin a label on him first!
If this continues, the first position in the Academy might truly be hard to keep.
However, after he repeatedly called out several times, An Qianfeng remained dazed and unresponsive, like a sculpture, which made him increasingly enraged, and he couldn’t help but curse again: “What a waste!”
“It seems I still have to take action myself!”
Seeing that Zhao Yan was not taking out new Spirit Cores, his brow furrowed tightly, as if he was contemplating something.
Sun Qingxiong’s eyes slightly deepened, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate rapidly. He was already prepared to make a move.
“No way?”
Zhao Yan calculated in his heart. He currently needed ninety-five points to not exceed Leng Ruoyao and thus lead Qingyang First Academy to take first place.
However, after slightly sensing the Spirit Cores in his storage ring and even using two Beginner Lottery Tickets, he found that no matter how he pieced them together, he couldn’t get ninety-five points.
This is a bit troublesome now.
After a moment of deep thought, since it was like this, he wouldn’t bother anymore.
So, he took out another Fourth Grade Spirit Core from his storage ring.
“Prefecture Lord, this thief is definitely suspicious. Let me go down and search him directly!”
Just as Zhao Yan was about to bring the Spirit Core he had taken out close to the Spirit-Sensing Stele, a furious roar suddenly echoed through the air.
As soon as this roar fell, before Lu Qianyi could respond, an extremely powerful spiritual energy pressure suddenly erupted at Sun Qingxiong’s feet.
A Sixth Rank Return to Origin Realm expert is also known as a Grandmaster.
Spirit Martial Artists who have reached the Return to Origin Realm can fly without the aid of any external objects, can regenerate severed limbs, can survive even severe injuries, and their physical bodies are as mighty as a Dragon Elephant, with overwhelming auras.
Their destructive power is enough to easily destroy a city block on Blue Star.
A Sixth Rank Grandmaster is absolutely considered a top-tier expert in Qingyang Prefecture, and his sudden move surprised everyone present!
Except for Lu Qianyi and Ming Zhiyuan, everyone else had not even reacted before Sun Qingxiong had already leaped into the air.
“Father!”
At this moment, Ming Aiyi, the young girl beside Ming Zhiyuan, her anxious voice suddenly rang in his ears.
And Leng Ruoyao, standing beside the young girl, stared intently at Sun Qingxiong, her beautiful eyes filled with anger.
“I know.”
“Truly shameless!”
Without his daughter needing to say more, seeing this situation, Ming Zhiyuan was also burning with rage. He clenched his fist tightly and was about to rush out to stop Sun Qingxiong.
Damn it, my student, and possibly my future son-in-law, how can you just search him if you want?
Lu Qianyi’s complexion also instantly turned stern. She flipped her wrist lightly, and a powerful spiritual power undulation surged around her.
Seeing that the two were about to make a move, however, someone was faster than them!
