Chapter 82: Speak Quickly, or Don’t Make Me Hit You!

“Sorry, but now that I’m taking him away, what can you do about it? You may win with words, but can you outdo me in strength? Even the old headmaster can’t say a thing when I detain someone!” With these words, Xuan Ku turned and swiftly departed.

Lin Yi had just stood in front of Li Chunfeng, which greatly increased many people’s goodwill toward him. Although everyone felt an inexplicable reverence for these young immortals, that reverence was more akin to fear and envy. But Lin Yi was one of their own, and besides, everyone believed Lin Yi was a cultivator too, not inferior to the so-called immortal scions. After all, Lin Yi had a powerful mentor backing him!

Therefore, Xuan Ku’s overbearing arrogance earned nothing but contempt. Yet his display of speed left everyone astounded—it was simply too fast. In the blink of an eye, Xuan Ku had rushed right up to Li Chunfeng. Not only was he fast, but his strength was overwhelming. Li Chunfeng, who weighed over a hundred pounds, was snatched up as if he weighed nothing at all, and carried away.

Li Chunfeng’s cries echoed across the sports ground, drawing everyone’s gaze. But Xuan Ku was simply too quick. Grabbing Li Chunfeng, he shot toward the metal fence at the edge of the grounds in a flash.

The fence was made of metal bars, each topped with a sharp point. Normally, no one dared to escape, for if you tried, those metal spikes could impale you in some most unfortunate places. The consequences would be too miserable to contemplate.

The fence was about two meters high, but with Li Chunfeng held fast, Xuan Ku leaped over it in a single bound, landing with a heavy thud on the other side.

“Hahaha! I don’t care if you’re from Dragon Tiger Mountain, Star Sect, Zhang Ruofeng, Jin Huishan, compared to me, you so-called talented youths aren’t worth a thing! Soon the treasure will be mine!” With that, Xuan Ku disappeared.

In a few quick strides, he vanished around the corner, leaving chaos in his wake.

Just moments ago, everyone from the major sects had been chatting and laughing with Gu Leiming and the others, but now their faces all changed. Zhang Ruofeng and Jin Huishan in particular were cursing their luck. They hadn’t paid attention to the earlier talk about the corpse on the desolate mountain, but as the crowd speculated about why Li Chunfeng had offended Xuan Ku, and why Xuan Ku had abducted him, the truth dawned and they were dumbstruck.

No wonder Xuan Ku ignored their taunts and went straight for Li Chunfeng—it was all about the treasure!

Among the crowd, Lin Yi watched as Liu Changfeng, the young master of the Longsword Sect, gripped his silver blade and dashed toward the metal fence. Lin Yi prepared to follow.

Li Chunfeng would surely be brought back. Although Xuan Ku wouldn’t dare truly harm a student of Shengjing Academy, who could predict what might happen? To snatch someone right in front of the old headmaster—this was no small matter!

Xuan Ku needed to be taught a lesson. He’d actually dared to scold Lin Yi, and even claimed to be faster—didn’t he know Lin Yi had mastered the Secret of Movement? Was he supposed to be afraid?

And Xuan Ku had mentioned the treasure was his—no wonder everyone’s attention was on Li Chunfeng. Clearly, this involved something valuable.

Lin Yi couldn’t quite figure it out, so he decided to interrogate Xuan Ku himself.

“Seventh Brother, don’t let it get to you. These immortals’ disciples are always so arrogant. It’s not worth losing your temper over them. Besides, that monk seems pretty formidable and fast. Let it go. We should focus on seeing if any other sects might choose us. By the way, Seventh Brother, does your master belong to a sect or not?”

“Seventh Brother, let Third Brother say something—you shouldn’t let guys like that get under your skin. That young monk is clearly super strong, it’s not worth clashing with him. We should keep a low profile. I’ve read a lot of novels, and I’ve found that being low-key is the key. When we get strong, then we can slap him in the face. That’s how you make a comeback!”

...

The dorm brothers kept talking, their real purpose being to comfort Lin Yi.

Xuan Ku seemed too powerful. Although Lin Yi was also a cultivator, he’d only defeated Pang Wudi—he hadn’t shown any real techniques. Xuan Ku, on the other hand, could float in the air, his feet never touching the ground. That was practically immortal arts! Naturally, everyone worried Lin Yi wouldn’t be able to beat him.

Besides the dorm brothers, some female classmates came to console Lin Yi, insisting that whatever the comparison, Lin Yi was still number one in their hearts.

“What’s with this? He’s openly provoking us! Just because he’s from an immortal sect, he thinks he can bully our classmates?”

“Li Chunfeng might be unreliable—a sneaky little guy, a rascal even—but he’s still one of us! He can’t be insulted like this!”

...

The actions of these sect disciples filled many with righteous indignation—some even felt it personally. So the strong can just bully the weak?

Lin Yi responded to everyone one by one. Meanwhile, he noticed Zhang Ruofeng and the others were preparing to act. Some of those beside Zhang Ruofeng and Jin Huishan were growing impatient, their eyes fixed on the spot where Xuan Ku had disappeared.

When Liu Changfeng began moving, they couldn’t hold back any longer and kept signaling to Zhang Ruofeng and Jin Huishan.

As Lin Yi chatted, he began making his way quickly toward the metal fence.

The moment the dorm brothers saw Lin Yi leave, their faces fell and their fists clenched.

“It’s our fault we’re not strong enough—Seventh Brother must be going after Xuan Ku…”

“Sigh… Let’s find the headmaster, let our old principal help…”

...

Thinking of this, they all looked toward the old principal. At this point, only he could help.

Lin Tianwen and the others were anxious, nearly frantic. As they rushed over to the headmaster, Pang Wudi stood out first, “It’s him! The guy who hit me just now is in their dorm!”

Pang Wudi’s words made the little followers by Zhang Ruofeng’s side all look uneasy.

A surge of energy erupted—someone clenched their fists and looked ready to strike.

Gu Leiming’s face darkened. “What are you doing, Pang Wudi…”

...

Outside the metal fence.

Xuan Ku gave Li Chunfeng a hard punch.

“Keep yelling and you’ll regret it!”

His viciousness was on full display.

Once outside the campus, reaching the nearby construction site slated for renovation, Xuan Ku dropped all pretense of civility. Xiaoleiyin Temple was never a place for the kind-hearted; if Xuan Ku was chosen as their representative, it was clear he was anything but good.

He’d held back at school, but now he revealed his true colors. Li Chunfeng was so frightened he nearly wet himself, his chest aching from the blow. He dared not shout anymore.

Who would have thought these so-called immortal disciples could be so terrifying? They were just regular people from sects, and their morals were nothing to speak of.

“So this is it… No wonder even when these people showed up, Lin Yi still shone in my eyes like the sun—it’s because Lin Yi is genuinely noble, while these so-called immortal disciples are just scum, utterly lacking in character!” Li Chunfeng muttered inwardly, afraid to say a word.

Xuan Ku threw Li Chunfeng to the dusty ground of the construction site, leaving him disheveled and filthy. With a cold grin, Xuan Ku said, “We’re going to your hometown now. Where is it? Speak up, or I’ll hit you again!”

He raised his fist as if to strike.

“Don’t hold out hope. Besides your old headmaster Gu Leiming, no one else can save you. Don’t tell me you’re counting on that guy who tried to get between us? With my speed, he couldn’t possibly catch up, let alone rescue you. Especially since, without your old headmaster, he’s just an ordinary person. So spit it out…”

Just as Xuan Ku finished, smiling maliciously at Li Chunfeng, he suddenly froze. Something felt off.

There was a new presence here—a life force that hadn’t been there before.

Instinctively, Xuan Ku turned his head, his eyes nearly popping out.

He couldn’t believe it. The timid fellow who’d barely dared answer back in the crowd was standing here.

He was actually here!

But how? When Xuan Ku dragged Li Chunfeng away, he’d seen this guy still in the crowd.

Sweat trickled down Xuan Ku’s bald head.

Could it be? Was this guy actually faster than me? Impossible! It can’t be. If he were that strong, he’d have acted back on campus—why wait till now? There must be some secret passage he used to get here…

His mind was a mess.

Lin Yi had arrived. The newcomer, of course, was him.

Xuan Ku whipped out an energy meter from inside his robes.

Beep, beep, beep—the device showed Lin Yi’s energy level was just over a hundred.

Xuan Ku knew better than to trust it completely, but if the young man before him was truly powerful, he would have made his move already. As this thought flitted through his mind, suddenly—bang!—pain exploded across Xuan Ku’s face.

He’d been hit!

Stars danced before his eyes.

“Hurry up and talk, or I’ll hit you!”

The next thing Xuan Ku heard was that very sentence.

Why did it sound so familiar?

Wait, wasn’t that what he’d just said to Li Chunfeng?