70: Chapter 70 The Powerful Teacher Lin Mo

Ding Siyi gasped, but saw Zhang Wen sitting still, merely flicking his finger. A tiny purple-gold electric arc flew from his fingertip, striking Scarface's wrist precisely.

“Ah!” Scarface let out a miserable scream, his entire arm instantly paralyzed, and he hopped around on the spot, clutching his wrist in pain. Seeing this, the few people around were just about to make a move when Zhang Wen suddenly stood up. An Aura several times stronger than before spread out—that Aura not only contained Thunder spiritual power but was also mixed with faint spatial fluctuations, as if the surrounding air itself was slightly distorting.

“Get lost.” Zhang Wen only said one word.

The faces of those men changed drastically. They could feel that the strength of this New Student before them was unfathomable, having reached at least the Middle Stage of the Subtle Realm, perhaps even touching the threshold of the Late Stage! Exchanging a glance, they supported the still-wailing Scarface and ran away with their tails between their legs.

The diners in the shop had long been scared into silence, and only now dared to whisper and discuss.

Ding Siyi looked at Zhang Wen and suddenly felt that the spicy hot pot in her mouth was no longer tasty: “You... what was that just now...?”

Zhang Wen sat back down and picked up his chopsticks: “I just happened to comprehend a little bit in the Secret Realm.” He picked up a fish ball and stuffed it into Ding Siyi's bowl, “Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold.”

Ding Siyi looked at the fish ball in her bowl, but her heart was churning with turbulent waves. The Lei Family had overwhelming influence in the capital, and Lei Tian was notoriously vindictive. Zhang Wen had not only offended the Student Union this time but had directly set himself against the Lei Family.

Meanwhile, in the Student Union office of Qinglan University, Student Union Vice President Wang Hao was nodding and bowing to the phone: “Young Master Lei, that kid is indeed insanely arrogant. Not only did he hurt me, but he also said you should go find him yourself... Yes, yes, yes, he must be hiding trump cards. He used Thunder-type spiritual power in the small woods just now... Alright, I'll wait for your good news!”

Hanging up the phone, a sinister smile appeared on Student Union Vice President Wang Hao's face. He knew Lei Tian's methods best; even if Zhang Wen didn't die this time, he would be peeled of a layer of skin. He picked up the address book on the table, flipped to a name, and his eyes grew even darker—Zhang Wen, do you think only the Lei Family can deal with you? The waters of Qinglan University are much deeper than you think.

When night fell, Zhang Wen walked Ding Siyi back to her dormitory. Passing by the artificial lake behind the library, Ding Siyi suddenly stopped and took a small box out of her bag: “This is for you.”

Inside the box was a jade pendant; complex runes were carved onto the warm, moist suet jade, with spiritual light faintly circulating within. “This is my family's heirloom amulet; it can block one attack below the Domain Realm.” She shoved the jade pendant into Zhang Wen's hand, “Lei Tian is not easy to deal with; take this for self-defense.”

Zhang Wen looked at the jade pendant in his palm, then at Ding Siyi's reddening earlobes, and smiled: “Then I'll give you something too.” He flicked his finger, and a faint trace of Thunder spiritual power was injected into Ding Siyi's Crimson Pearl Immortal Fire mark.

“In the future, if you encounter danger, just activate the Immortal Fire. This spiritual power can help you block an attack and can also send a message to me.”

Ding Siyi touched the mark on her wrist, her heart suddenly skipping a beat. Moonlight spilled onto the lake surface, reflecting their shadows very close together.

Just then, Zhang Wen's phone suddenly vibrated. It was a text message from an unknown number, containing only one line: “Tomorrow at 8 PM, Qinglan University's back mountain, Young Master Lei invites you for tea.”

Zhang Wen looked at the content of the text message, his fingertips lightly tapping on the screen. Under the moonlight, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't reveal even a fraction of it on his face.

“Lei Tian is more impatient than I imagined.” He put away his phone and tilted his chin at Ding Siyi, “Go on up, don't worry.”

Ding Siyi bit her lip, wanting to say something, but in the end, it turned into: “Then you... must be careful.” She clutched her sleeves, and until her figure disappeared at the entrance of the dormitory building, she couldn't bear to look back even once.

Zhang Wen stood in place, his fingertips stroking the warm jade pendant. As the runes circulated, he could vaguely feel the gentle spiritual power contained within; it was clearly not an ordinary item. He looked up toward the back mountain, the night making it appear increasingly deep and dark, as if countless undercurrents were lurking there.

Returning to his residence, Zhang Wen kept the jade pendant close to his body and sat cross-legged on the bed. The Thunder Power he had absorbed in the Secret Realm during the day had not yet been fully refined; now was a good opportunity to sort it out. The purple-gold spiritual power traveled through his Meridians, and each circulation made his mastery of his power more refined.

In the early hours of the morning, he suddenly opened his eyes. A very light sound of air being broken came from outside the window, and three black shadows landed downstairs like ghosts, their Auras hidden extremely well; they were clearly professional assassins.

“It seems Student Union Vice President Wang Hao's actions aren't slow either.” A cold sneer curled at the corner of Zhang Wen's mouth, and his figure moved slightly, already appearing outside the window.

Before the opponents could make a move, Lightning Radiance suddenly appeared at his fingertips. This time it was no longer a tiny electric arc, but a Thunder blade condensed to half a foot in length, slashing out with a sharp whistle that tore through the air. The black shadows clearly hadn't expected his reaction to be so fast; in their haste, they brought out Magical Artifacts to block, but they were directly shattered by the Thunder blade, and all three groaned simultaneously and flew backward.

“The waters of Qinglan University are indeed deep.” Zhang Wen walked slowly downstairs, looking at the three disheveled men, “Who sent you?”

The leader of the men in black covered his chest, his eyes full of shock: “You... aren't you just entering the Subtle Realm?” The intelligence they had received clearly stated that Zhang Wen was at most in the Early Stage of the Subtle Realm, but the power of that strike just now had clearly touched the Late Stage!

Zhang Wen did not ask further, and the Lightning Radiance on his fingertips lit up again. Since they came to kill, they had no right to ask too much. After three moves, the men in black had all fallen to the ground, their breathing cut off. He waved his hand to wipe away the traces, and his figure flashed back into the room, as if nothing had happened.

The next evening, Zhang Wen arrived at the back mountain early. Here, ancient trees towered into the sky, and strange rocks stood jagged; moonlight could only pass through the branches and leaves to cast mottled spots of light. He chose a giant rock to sit on and waited quietly.

At exactly eight o'clock, a sound of footsteps approached from afar. Lei Tian appeared in the forest with five people; the leader was an old man wearing a Zhongshan suit, his Aura as steady as a mountain—he was actually a powerhouse of the Domain Realm.

“Zhang Wen, you really have guts.” Lei Tian stood ten meters away, an arrogant smile on his face, “Daring to hurt my Lei Family's people, and daring to run wild in Qinglan University, you are the first.”

Zhang Wen raised his eyes to look at the old man and said indifferently: “You want to suppress me with just the Domain Realm? The Lei Family's methods are nothing more than this.”

The old man's eyes narrowed, and the Aura on his body suddenly erupted; the surrounding air seemed to solidify into substance: “Arrogant junior! Today I will let you know that there are some existences you cannot provoke!”

Just as his palm, carrying the pressure of a collapsing mountain, struck toward Zhang Wen, a loud, clear voice suddenly came from the forest: “Old Li, have you asked me before making a move against my student?”

Before the voice had faded, a green shadow landed in front of Zhang Wen like a ghost. The person was wearing a plain long robe; it was exactly Teacher Lin Mo of Qinglan University. He didn't even look at the old man, just raised his hand and gave a light flick.

The old man's unstoppable palm wind seemed to crash into cotton, instantly dissipating without a trace. He groaned, actually forced to retreat repeatedly by an invisible force, and the bluestone tiles under his feet cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

“Peak of the Domain Realm? No... that's not right...” The old man stared at Lin Mo in horror, “You have already touched the threshold of the Transformation Realm?!”

Lin Mo finally raised his eyes, his gaze calm yet carrying unquestionable majesty: “People from the Lei Family running to Qinglan University to attack my student—do you think this teacher of his is dead?”