86: Chapter 86 Let's cause chaos in the capital!

If it's your first time here, you would never believe that this is the dean's office of a top federal academy.

It looks more like an abandoned weapons warehouse or a junkyard that has just been ransacked.

In this room of several hundred square meters, there are only mountains of broken swords and sabers, shattered alloy armor, and empty liquor bottles rolling all over the floor.

"Cough, cough..."

Lin Yuan pushed open the door. The smoke that rushed towards him made him frown involuntarily. He waved his hand, trying to disperse the "poison gas" in front of him, and looked at the man sitting behind the desk with an expression of disgust.

Wang Ye.

Dean of the War College at Modu Martial Arts University, the guide who had once carried a wine pot and recruited him.

At this moment, this powerhouse with a fierce reputation in the outside world was bare-chested, with his big feet propped up on the desk without any regard for his image.

He had a pipe in his mouth, a bottle of high-proof white liquor in his hand, and was squinting as he stared blankly out the window.

"Old Wang, smoke less."

Lin Yuan walked in and said irritably, "I could smell this smoke from downstairs. If you die of lung cancer one day, I'm not contributing to your funeral fund."

"Lung cancer?"

Wang Ye turned his head, saw Lin Yuan, and grinned:

"Get lost! I'm a Grandmaster! My internal organs were tempered into iron long ago! Forget lung cancer, even if I drank pesticide, I'd treat it like a beverage!"

As he spoke, he put his legs down, dragged a chair that looked like it would fall apart at any moment from under the desk, and kicked it towards Lin Yuan:

"Sit! Don't put on your Lieutenant Colonel airs. Here with me, you're just a student."

Lin Yuan didn't stand on ceremony and sat down boldly.

Looking at the disheveled middle-aged man in front of him, a warm current surged in Lin Yuan's heart.

It was this seemingly unreliable drunkard who, when he was just a penniless New Student, had gone against all opposition to give him the best resources.

"I heard you're going to the Imperial Capital?"

Wang Ye pulled out a cigarette and threw it to Lin Yuan (Lin Yuan caught it and tucked it behind his ear, not smoking it), his expression rarely shedding its cynical look as he became serious.

"Yeah." Lin Yuan nodded, "Military orders say it's to participate in the training selection for the 'Starry Sky Ancient Road'."

"That place..."

Wang Ye exhaled a cloud of thick smoke, his eyes becoming somewhat profound, as if recalling some past events: "The water in the Imperial Capital is deeper than the East Sea."

"There are ancient martial arts families with thousand-year legacies, military bigwigs with eyes that reach the heavens, and those old monsters hiding in the gutters, doing whatever it takes to prolong their lives."

"That kid from the Ye family was suppressed by you. This time, by going to the Imperial Capital, you're practically entering their lair. Then there's that group of 'princelings' from the Central Military Academy, all of them arrogant, thinking they are the kings of the world."

Wang Ye looked at Lin Yuan and pointed at his cold, stern face:

"Especially with that foul temper of yours—unbending and unable to suffer the slightest grievance. Going to a place like that is like throwing a powder keg into a coal pile; you're bound to cause trouble."

"Cause trouble?"

Lin Yuan smiled.

"Old Wang, you know me."

"I never initiate trouble."

Lin Yuan raised his head, a cold glint flashing in his deep blue eyes:

"I'm only responsible for... burying those who come looking for trouble."

"Burying them deep enough to prevent them from becoming zombies."

The office was quiet for a few seconds, and then.

"Hahahaha!!!"

Wang Ye suddenly burst into wild laughter, laughing so hard that tears almost came out: "Right! That's the spirit! That's exactly the kind of wild drive we want!"

"If anyone who goes out from our Modu Martial Arts University acts like a coward in the Imperial Capital, that's losing face for me!"

After saying this, Wang Ye seemed to suddenly remember something. He reached into the collar of his old military coat, fumbled around for a long time, and finally pulled off an inconspicuous wolf tooth pendant.

The wolf tooth was not big, only the size of a thumb, looking like a cheap trinket you could buy for five bucks at a street stall.

"Take it."

Wang Ye tossed it casually to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan reached out and caught it.

Hum—!

The moment he touched it, Lin Yuan's pupils suddenly constricted.

A terrifyingly extreme murderous aura was contained within it, like a dormant volcano.

Inside that small wolf tooth, Lin Yuan seemed to "see" a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, seeing a blood-soaked figure holding a war blade, slicing a terrifying Beast God that was a thousand feet tall in two with a single strike!

That blade intent was domineering, tragic, and indomitable!

This was definitely not an ordinary wolf tooth!

"What is this?" Lin Yuan looked up, staring at Wang Ye in shock.

"A trophy from my younger days."

Wang Ye sat back down in his chair, took a swig of liquor, and said in a calm tone:

"Ten years ago, on the Abyss Battlefield, I was unlucky and ran into a 'Howling Moon Celestial Wolf' at the Eighth-Rank Grandmaster Beast God level."

"In that battle, I broke three ribs, destroyed half the meridians in my body, and almost lost my life there."

"However..."

"In the end, I won. I cut off its head and used its hardest fang to seal the final 'War God Blade Intent' from my peak period."

Eighth-Rank Beast God!

War God Blade Intent!

Lin Yuan's hand trembled slightly.

He knew Wang Ye had suffered serious injuries, and his realm had dropped to his current Sixth-Rank Peak.

But he hadn't expected that this seemingly disheveled drunkard had actually killed a Beast God comparable to an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster back in the day!

This wolf tooth contained the strongest strike of a peak powerhouse!

This was a true trump card for saving his life!

"When you get to the Imperial Capital, the waters are deep and full of treacherous people."

Wang Ye pointed to the pendant, his tone grim:

"If it's a battle among peers and you lose, then your skills are inferior, and if you die, you deserve it."

"But if some shameless old bastard relies on a higher realm and dares to bully the young..."

"Then you crush it."

"As long as it's not a Ninth-Rank Supreme personally arriving, this blade strike..."

Wang Ye narrowed his eyes, his killing intent chilling:

"Whoever blocks it, dies."

Lin Yuan gripped the wolf tooth in his hand tightly; he naturally knew the value of this item.

"This gift... is too heavy."

Lin Yuan looked at Wang Ye, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Heavy my ass!"

Wang Ye waved his hand impatiently, looking disgusted: "You were recruited by me, and I watched you grow up. If you get bullied to death in the Imperial Capital, where would I put my face? Where would Modu Martial Arts University put its face?"

"Take it! Get lost! Stop being an eyesore here!"

Lin Yuan was silent for a moment.

Then he stood up and gave Wang Ye a standard military salute.

"Alright, then I'm leaving."

Lin Yuan turned and walked towards the door. When his hand gripped the doorknob, he suddenly stopped.

With his back to the man sitting in the smoke, he waved his hand:

"Old Wang, thanks."

"When I return from the Starry Sky Ancient Road, I'll take you to the Deep Sea Dragon Palace and treat you to the best 'Dragon Blood Wine'."

After speaking, Lin Yuan pushed the door open and left.

Just as the door was about to close.

Wang Ye's powerful roar passed through the crack in the door and echoed throughout the corridor:

"Kid! Remember one thing for me!!"

"Once you're in the Imperial Capital, go ahead and cause trouble! It doesn't matter if you poke a hole in the sky!!"

"As long as you are in the right! As long as you aren't wrong!"

"Even if the Central Military Department wants to judge you, even if the King of Heaven himself wants to kill you..."

"Modu Martial Arts University will fight to the last person! I will give up my own life!"

"And still back you up!!!"

Standing in the sunlight of the corridor, listening to the deafening promise behind him, Lin Yuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing an incredibly brilliant smile.

"Don't worry, Old Wang."

"If the sky collapses, I'll hold it up for you."

Inside the office, watching the door close and the clamor fade away.

The heroic spirit on Wang Ye's face gradually faded. He looked up and drained the remaining strong liquor in the bottle in one gulp.

The spicy liquid went down his throat, making his eyes slightly red from choking.

He watched the boy's back gradually receding outside the window, his fingers gently stroking a yellowed old photograph on the desk.

It was a group photo of him and his comrades when he was young. Now, he was the only one left from the photo.

"Damn it..."

Wang Ye wiped the corner of his eye and cursed with a laugh:

"This kid... is just like I was when I was young."

"You must come back alive."