Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Lu Feng, you're quite something, kid. You might be able to do me a big favor someday...!"

Lu Xiaoxiang glanced furtively at Lu Feng on the arena not far away, her beautiful eyes sparkling as if she were plotting something. At this moment, her jade hands under her sleeves clenched tightly.

Lu Feng's impressive performance not only attracted the attention and discussion of the new students in the North Academy, but even some students from the West Academy who had been there for more than ten years dared not underestimate him and cast wary glances at him.

After all, judging from Lu Feng's recent five-game winning streak, his opponent's strength is enough to rank among the top ten in the West Academy, or even higher!

"Just who is this Lu Feng? His strength is abnormally high!"

"He's more than just freakish, he's downright monstrous! Even Wu Lin from the West Courtyard couldn't withstand a single punch from him. This guy's strength is probably on par with those old foxes from the South Courtyard!"

"No wonder this person dared to make a life-or-death duel with Cheng Xuyuan of the Five Spirits Society back then; now he seems to be no simpleton..."

The surrounding crowd continued to discuss, clearly stunned by Lu Feng's formidable strength. The noise filled most of the training ground, making the atmosphere of this year's academy competition even more heated.

...

Meanwhile, above the viewing pavilion

"Well done!"

"As expected of the man I've set my sights on...!"

With her eyes fixed on Lu Feng on the stage not far away, Ren Xuanfei, who was secretly watching the match, couldn't help but let out a soft gasp when she saw him easily win five consecutive victories. She seemed to be a little excited.

"Princess, what's wrong?"

Noticing something amiss with Ren Xuanfei as well, Zhang Miaoling turned her head, a slightly puzzled look on her face, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Uh, Sister Miaoling, I'm fine...!"

Faced with Zhang Miaoling's questioning gaze, Ren Xuanfei quickly suppressed her excitement and then regained her composure, saying, "I just felt that this year's academy competition was quite exciting, so I was a little emotional..."

"Heh, you call this kind of trashy, chicken-on-chicken fight exciting?"

Before Ren Xuanfei could finish speaking, a disdainful male voice came from the side.

The next moment, a figure in brocade robes flashed over and landed steadily in front of Consort Ren Xuan and Zhang Miaoling.

"Princess Luochuan, I never imagined that your standards would decline so much after all these years. It's truly a pity..."

The newcomer had a handsome face and held a feather fan. He was a young man in his early twenties wearing a brocade robe. At this moment, he not only exuded an aristocratic air, but also had an arrogant and unruly face. Clearly, he had a powerful background and was no ordinary person!

"Hey, Mr. Jin, what do you mean by that?"

Faced with Jin Tai's veiled sarcasm, Ren Xuanfei frowned slightly, then clenched her hands into fists, clearly feeling quite indignant.

"It doesn't mean anything. I just find it a bit boring to watch a bunch of ants fighting each other here."

Jin Tai glanced at the furious Ren Xuanfei again, shrugged, and said in a nonchalant tone, seemingly unconcerned that his words would offend her.

Because he is the heir of the Jin family, one of the sixth-rank noble families of the Great Xia Dynasty. In terms of strength, talent, background, and support, he is in no way inferior to Consort Ren Xuan, the eldest princess of the Dongyun Kingdom.

Therefore, even when faced with Ren Xuanfei's angry questioning, Jin Tai still did things his own way without any scruples.

"Young friend Jin, Princess Luochuan, since we have been invited to Luoxing Academy to attend the ceremony, let's keep things peaceful. This is the proper etiquette for guests. As for whether this year's academy competition is exciting or not, that's a matter of opinion. There's no need to argue or fight."

Seeing the two suddenly clashing, the atmosphere became tense. Zhang Miaoling, who was standing next to them, smiled helplessly and then stepped forward to smooth things over.

After all, whether it was Consort Ren Xuan, the Princess of Dongyun Kingdom, or Jin Tai, the heir of the Jin family of the Great Xia Dynasty, they were all distinguished guests invited by Luoxing Academy to attend the ceremony, and were not ordinary mortals.

If the two were to argue and fight in the viewing pavilion now, it would not only greatly damage the reputation of Falling Star Academy as the host, but also have a negative impact if the matter were to spread to the outside world.

"Vice President Zhang's words make sense, and I completely agree."

In a corner of the viewing pavilion, a pale-faced young man dressed in a dark flying fish robe with a golden knife at his waist slowly stepped forward, then cupped his hands towards the people in the pavilion, seemingly one of the invited guests.

"Moreover, most of the people who have appeared so far are from the North Academy and the West Academy, so it is understandable that they are not very strong."

"As for the experts from the Southern Academy, none of them have shown up, so what Brother Jin said earlier is probably premature."

At this point, Zhan Feiyu also turned to look at Jin Tai beside him, his tone suggestive.

Although his background was not as illustrious as Jin Taihe's and Ren Xuanfei's, it was still quite impressive. He was the only disciple of Zhan Wushuang, the 25th chief constable of the Divine Constable Sect, a quasi-sixth-rank power in the Yuanfeng Realm.

Therefore, even when facing Jin Tai, the heir of the Jin family, Zhan Feiyu remained neither humble nor arrogant, and did not remain silent because of the other party's illustrious status.

"Tch, I hope so."

Seeing Zhan Feiyu also jump out to mock him, Jin Tai was slightly displeased, but he did not continue to fight. He simply spread his hands outwards, seemingly out of consideration for Luoxing Academy and everyone else, and decided to let the matter rest.

"Hehe, young friend Zhan, you certainly know how to talk. I particularly admire such a capable and charming young man as you..."

Seeing that Zhan Feiyu not only successfully eased the atmosphere but also praised himself, Zhang Miaoling next to him also revealed a charming smile, while her large breasts trembled slightly, making the former feel a little thirsty.

"Stay calm, you must stay calm!"

"That's Zhang Miaoling, the famous Purple-Robed Eccentric Doctor and vice president of the Alchemists' Guild of the Four Kingdoms of Lingnan. As the personal disciple of the 25th Chief Constable of the Divine Constable Sect, how could I harbor such evil thoughts...!"

After staring at Zhang Miaoling's large breasts for a few seconds, Zhan Feiyu blushed slightly, seemingly finally snapping out of his daze. He gritted his teeth, cupped his hands in a fist salute again, and said, "Vice President Zhang, you flatter me. I am merely a junior, and I truly do not deserve such praise!"

"Hehe, as expected of the little apprentice trained by that old bastard Zhan Wushuang of the Divine Arrest Bureau, he is usually proper and polite in his dealings with people, but his personality is too introverted. Compared with that kid Lu Feng back then, he is the complete opposite..."

Seeing Zhan Feiyu hanging his head like an innocent young virgin, not daring to look at her even once, Zhang Miaoling pursed her lips slightly, feeling a pang of emotion in her heart, as if she were thinking of someone else again.

...

A giant martial arts arena, including one of the fighting rings.

Although Lu Feng has successfully advanced to the second round of the free challenge, the other contestants are still fighting hard, and the competitions on the various arenas have never stopped and remain intense!

"The 50th round of the academy competition, number 32, West Campus, Wang Wu!"

"The 50th round of the Academy Grand Competition, number 32, West Campus, Shen Tianzhong!"

As a loud announcement slowly rang out, Wang Wu, who was tensely preparing for the battle below the arena, couldn't help but change his expression slightly. His pupils widened, and his eyes almost popped out on the spot. He was also on high alert.

"Shen, Shen Tianzhong?!"

Wang Wu, trembling slightly, pulled out his iron token from his pocket. Upon seeing the familiar numbers on the front of the token, he felt a sudden dizziness. "It's over! It's all over!"

"My next opponent is actually this ruthless killer! This is just too damn unlucky...!"