Li Yunxian looked at Shen Bofeng without answering his question and instead asked, “Where is your Wumian Gold Fan?”
Shen Bofeng ignored Li Yunxian’s question and continued with a twisted expression, “You’re not practicing swordsmanship anymore?!”
Li Yunxian said, “We’re almost on the Practice Arena every day. The magical tool is finally about to break?”
Shen Bofeng snapped, “Are you planning to switch to crafting magical tools?”
Li Yunxian: “What kind of new fan do you want?”
Shen Bofeng: “How can I break through Foundation Establishment if you’re not practicing swordsmanship?”
Li Yunxian: “First, wind-type amplification… should I add poison attributes?”
Shen Bofeng: “Winning like this doesn’t count as winning!”
Li Yunxian: “You’ve mostly been sparring with classmates so far; I suggest skipping the poison.”
Shen Bofeng: “Eliminating the alien races to bring peace to the world is the righteous path. How can you be such a coward!”
Li Yunxian: “For the support function, which direction should it focus on? Defense or speed?”
After saying this, Li Yunxian glanced at Shen Bofeng’s limbs. “You’ve been refining your body recently, and since you’re wind-type, I suggest the speed direction.”
Shen Bofeng exploded in anger: “Li Yunxian! Are you even listening to me!!”
Li Yunxian lifted her gaze and flicked her fingers; the notebook in her hand instantly snapped shut.
***
The next second, the thin notebook seemed to dissolve into a faint glow.
Shen Bofeng felt as if the air around him was being sliced open smoothly.
It was so smooth that there wasn’t even a trace of air disturbance or wind.
Smack!
Li Yunxian’s notebook hit Shen Bofeng squarely on the head.
Sharp and decisive.
Still dazed from the blow, Shen Bofeng stared blankly at Li Yunxian, not yet realizing what had happened.
Only when the pain spread through his head did Shen Bofeng realize he had been hit.
He’d been struck.
“You lost,” Li Yunxian said calmly, reopening her notebook to the exact page she had been writing on earlier. “Now shut up and listen to me.”
Shen Bofeng opened his mouth but didn’t make a sound.
His mind replayed Li Yunxian’s earlier move.
Simple, concise, yet completely beyond normal human reaction.
The move was so unassuming it felt as if she was just greeting him.
Shen Bofeng almost wanted to call it a sneak attack.
But if Li Yunxian had given a warning beforehand, could he have dodged?
He didn’t know.
Such terrifying body control.
Shen Bofeng took a deep breath. “I lost.”
“How did you do that?” Shen Bofeng couldn’t help but ask. “I haven’t heard where you trained. Was it Professor Li’s private guidance?”
Shen Bofeng was active in the Practice Arena and occasionally heard seniors mention Li Yunxian.
No one knew if he was stronger or if Li Yunxian was stronger.
The final conclusion was they’d never faced each other, but none doubted that the “Ginkgo” they talked about was the greater threat.
Shen Bofeng roughly understood that “Ginkgo” referred to Li Yunxian.
Li Yunxian looked at Shen Bofeng speechlessly and closed her notebook again.
Smack!
This time, hearing the notebook close, Shen Bofeng reacted quickly.
Almost simultaneously with the sound, he stepped back from Li Yunxian.
Eyes full of caution.
Li Yunxian looked at Shen Bofeng with a half-smile: “What are you doing?”
Shen Bofeng:
Yeah, what was he hiding from?
He looked like he was chickening out.
Seeing Shen Bofeng finally silent, Li Yunxian said directly, “Wind-type magic enhancement fan-shaped weapon, assists in increasing the user’s speed, considering the holder’s habits, strengthen the fan’s surface defense, fan ribs reinforced with needle-like wind-integrated supporting weapons…”
Li Yunxian read off Shen Bofeng’s fan design requirements, then confirmed with him, “Is everything okay with these?”
Hearing Li Yunxian’s design details, which were even more thorough than his own, Shen Bofeng hesitated for a few seconds, then reluctantly replied, “…No issues.”
They had only fought once, but Li Yunxian already knew so much about him. Clearly, she treated him as a worthy opponent.
With that, he had no objections.
“Good.” Li Yunxian responded in a businesslike manner. “Then let’s go to the Practice Arena.”
“Your fan can still last one more match, right? Let’s see how your moves differ after your recent body refining.”
Seeing Li Yunxian’s professional demeanor, Shen Bofeng, unsure what to say, simply nodded.
The two of them arrived at the Practice Arena area, and Li Yunxian looked at the lively scene before her with some speechlessness.
When exactly had she arrived again?
Li Yunxian wasn’t new here; the last time it had been this crowded was during Yu Qiyao and Du Rong’s life-and-death arena match.
Back then, many people in the crowd were cursing Du Rong.
And now…
Li Yunxian scanned the faces of the students in the arena.
Almost all of them wore expressions full of righteous indignation.
“Don’t you Tian Tong students have any decent Practice Energy practitioners?” Li Yunxian heard a somewhat familiar voice from a distance.
She felt like she’d heard it before.
While Li Yunxian was pondering this, Shen Bofeng’s face darkened as he strode toward the arena.
“Which dog is barking so arrogantly!”
When it came to arrogance and sharp tongues, Shen Bofeng considered himself unmatched.
Except for Li Yunxian.
She was not human.
Seeing Shen Bofeng arrive, the crowd’s eyes lit up, and many called for him to come over quickly.
Shen Bofeng’s sharp tongue annoyed them, but they loved how he treated outsiders.
Besides, Shen Bofeng was one of the stronger trash-talkers.
Most of the top 100 practitioners were busy cultivating; only Shen Bofeng was so approachable, practically at the arena daily sparring, even more frequent than Xu Zhu.
Of course, it mainly had to do with Shen Bofeng’s unique physique—he bore Immortal Bone, meaning he could cultivate just by breathing.
After calling Shen Bofeng over, the students suddenly sensed something was off.
They caught sight of a familiar face.
More precisely, that thick hair tied into a large braid, a unique style of the Academy.
Li Yunxian?!
She was wearing the kind of work clothes favored by the magical tool crafting crowd and was here?
They hadn’t even noticed it was her at first glance.
The students who had just been lively greeting Shen Bofeng fell silent, quietly making way as Li Yunxian also walked into the arena area.
Li Yunxian entered and saw the face of the particularly arrogant voice she had heard.
In short:
Pei Dongyuan from Wenwu Academy.
The same one who had been mouthy just yesterday afternoon.
Li Yunxian had arrived a little late, but Shen Bofeng had probably already lost the verbal sparring by then.
Shen Bofeng was sharp-tongued but had very low defense.
About the same level as his combat power.
If the other party could say just a little, it was easy to anger him.
Pei Dongyuan was shocked to see Li Yunxian and didn’t know how to react.
After yesterday’s slip of the tongue, they all knew what mission their Academy had this exchange.
But that was the teachers’ job; their role was simply to stir up trouble.
Yes, in their Wenwu team, having Pei Dongyuan, who couldn’t stop talking, was for causing chaos.
Smooth exchanges were pointless; provocation and fighting were the way!
All four major academies were like this.
Teachers came to teach; students came to kick the arena’s door in.
The Tian Tong students understood this.
Many had experienced previous academy exchanges, so at the start of the semester, they mistook Shen Bofeng’s group for outsiders and were especially hostile.
But now the problem faced by the Wenwu students was clear.
With Professor Li’s student suddenly appearing here, would they still dare to provoke?
Pei Dongyuan hesitated and glanced at his classmates.
Everyone looked at each other but avoided looking at Pei Dongyuan.
Wenwu Academy’s spirit of unity was on full display.
A vein bulged on Pei Dongyuan’s temple.
But Pei Dongyuan didn’t need to worry anymore. Shen Bofeng noticed Li Yunxian had followed and immediately lifted his chin, letting out a chuckle directed at Pei Dongyuan.
“You think you’re so great? As if no one here has reached Practice Energy Level Eight and broken through to Great Perfection.”
“No need for me to step in.” Shen Bofeng raised his forearm, not even looking back, and pointed with his thumb behind himself. “Any random Practice Energy Level Six forging master from Tian Tong beats you!”
The Tian Tong crowd:
Who is Shen Bofeng talking about?
Li Yunxian, who just arrived:
She was now rather interested in fighting Shen Bofeng.
Pei Dongyuan was stunned and blurted, “If you’re scared, just say so. Why send a delicate little girl to fight!”
Tian Tong students: “…………???”
Delicate little girl? Who?
They thought Shen Bofeng’s words were already ridiculous enough, but now there was a genius too!