Long Chen's shout stunned everyone, but Zhong Changsheng and the others took a look of schadenfreude. In their eyes, Long Chen was doomed, and there was no need for them to embellish the story.
"Long Chen..."
Mu Qingyun hurriedly pulled Long Chen along. After all, this was an elder from the Discipline Institute, and he absolutely could not offend him.
Especially this person, who appeared today was somewhat intriguing. It was very likely that Long Chen was here to cause trouble, yet Long Chen had deliberately handed him leverage over to him.
"Ignorant youngster, disrespectful of the court! Guards, seize him for me!" The old man's face was cold and fierce. With a wave of his hand, a law enforcement disciple stepped forward.
"I am a disciple of the Alchemy Institute. You have no right to interrogate me." Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm as he spoke.
"Nonsense! Not to mention you, a mere apprentice disciple, even a full-fledged Dan Academy disciple would have to obediently accept judgment if they made a mistake with me. Arrest them and give them fifty disciplinary rods each." The old man shouted loudly.
"What business is none of your business here? If you don't want to die, don't come any closer. Long Chen's face turned cold, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. An invisible killing intent spread out, making all the powerful figures present feel a chill run down their spines.
The disciples charging at him were so frightened by Long Chen's killing intent that they didn't dare move. In that instant, they sensed the presence of death—and it was so obvious.
It seemed they were not facing a disciple from the Alchemy Institute, but a ruthless killer.
Long Chen stepped forward from the crowd and walked straight toward the elder. The old man was also visibly surprised; in his life, he had never seen someone with such terrifying killing intent—his aura alone intimidated the entire crowd.
"Kid, ...," the old man slammed the gavel and shouted.
"Smack!"
Before he could finish, Long Chen slapped him to the side, sending him tumbling sideways.
"What?"
The disciples present were so shocked their eyes nearly popped out. Long Chen actually dared to attack an elder of the Discipline Institute—was he crazy?
Caught off guard, the old man was left dazed and dazed, stars flying before his eyes, feeling the world spinning, nearly fainting.
"Buzz!"
The old man shouted angrily, his divine power erupting, and flames erupted around him. The divine fire burned, exuding a terrifying pressure.
But his divine fire had only just been half-ignited when it seemed crushed by a single step. A long sword was aimed at his eyeball, only half an inch away.
Long Chen held his long sword, pointed at the old man, and said coldly, "Don't be fooled by your high cultivation—I can kill a coward like you, who has never been to a battlefield in my life. Long
Chen could tell that this old man was at a very high level, but in his eyes, the so-called strong ones he encountered at Lingxiao Academy were nothing more than flowers in a greenhouse, with no real combat ability.
"You... You've got some nerve, do you know..." The old man was both shocked and furious, but his life was in Long Chen's hands, so he dared not act rashly.
Because the coldness and indifference on Long Chen's face were terrifying. For him, killing was as easy as breathing; even someone as powerful as him wouldn't dare risk his life.
"Smack!"
Before the old man could finish, Long Chen slapped him hard across the face, causing him to tumble over. The old man roared in anger, ready to fight back, but suddenly his eyelid hurt.
Long Chen's sword tip had already pressed against his eyelid. As the eyelid was cut open, blood began to flow, and he immediately dared not move again.
"Are you a pig?" Only remember the food, but not the beatings? I hadn't finished speaking when you asked. Long Chen pointed his long sword at the old man and said coldly.
The old man was both shocked and furious. He felt that this young man before him was nothing short of a demon. He possessed all the cultivation but was firmly suppressed by Long Chen. His life was always in Long Chen's hands.
Moreover, the coldness on Long Chen's face made him feel fear; he had no doubt that Long Chen would actually kill him.
"I told you, you have no right to judge me. Look closely at the nameplate in my hand. If you're not blind, you should be able to see the character 'Man'."
In the history of the Alchemy Institute, there were two such nameplates, both from thirteen thousand years ago. As for mine, this is the third one.
This token was personally handed to me by Lord He Ziyu, the Seven Star Elder of the Alchemy Institute. Because I fought the mentor at the Alchemy Institute, all my benefits were deducted.
Lord He Ziyu lent me some money and asked me to come and take the mentor qualification exam to earn some extra money. I didn't expect your Divine Academy to be full of corruption and shady places.
Even a small mentor assessment was secretly cheating, colluding inside and out, completely lawless. Yet someone even tried to kill me, trying to kill me.
And you, old bastard, right from the start, didn't give me a chance to reveal my identity and wanted to beat me with a board. Do you think you're trying to die? Long Chen snorted coldly.
Long Chen's words echoed through the grand hall, leaving everyone stunned. The nameplate in Long Chen's hand indeed bore the character 'Man'.
They all understood this phrase: passing with perfect scores. If they passed with perfect scores in other departments, although rare, there would be a few every year.
But in the Alchemy Institute, it seemed that no one had ever passed with a perfect score for years. Hearing Long Chen say this, everyone was shocked—it seemed Long Chen had a very strong backing.
Hit the mentor, and only the benefits were deducted? Elder Qixing personally offered advice, asking him to assess the academy's mentors—what does that have to do with that?
Long Chen's words were half true, half false. His nameplate was special, something he had learned from the Disciples' Regulations, and Elder Qixing hadn't mentioned it.
But Long Chen knew that this nameplate was appearing for the third time, and his status was definitely extraordinary. As for why the Elder of the Seven Stars hadn't told him, Long Chen guessed he didn't want to be too arrogant.
The Alchemy Institute is the most special part of Lingxiao Academy and its core. The pills used for disciples to cultivate are all provided by the Alchemy Institute, so the Alchemy Institute holds the highest status within the academy.
Long Chen pointed out the special nature of the nameplate, but also implicated Elder He Ziyu of the Seven Stars—a classic case of using tiger skin to make a big banner.
Because the Standards for Being a Disciple and Student introduced some of the Dan Institute's job divisions, the status of the Seven-Star Elder was only slightly lower than that of the head of the institute, making him a highly influential figure with a single word and authority.
The reason Long Chen beat up this elder of the Discipline Institute was to make a big scene, because only by making a big deal could he gain more benefits.
The old man's face darkened. Having spent many years at the academy, he knew the strength of the Alchemy Institute well, and Long Chen was a genius who had passed the assessment with a perfect third mark. His status was completely different.
For such matters, he really wasn't qualified to interrogate Long Chen directly; instead, he had to hand it over to the Pill Institute for handling. That way, he'd just get slapped twice for nothing.
After speaking, Long Chen slowly withdrew his sword. Seeing the old man's expression, he knew his plan had succeeded.
"I will solemnly confront this matter to the Alchemy Institute and strongly condemn your rude and ruthless behavior. Just you wait." The old man's face darkened as he got up from the ground, flicked his sleeve, and stormed off in anger.
As soon as the old man left, the law enforcement disciples also departed, followed by Zhong Changsheng and the others. Zhong Changsheng glanced at Long Chen as he walked by.
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Long Chen went up and slapped Zhong Changsheng hard across the face:
"What are you looking at?"