Chapter 13: Targeted

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“Foolish child, do not underestimate this person.”

“I cannot even perceive the depths of his cultivation. There is an eerie aura surrounding him.”

“At this moment, the only choice is to borrow his strength to help you break through.”

Sun Qianyi spoke in a serious tone.

“How is that possible?” Lu Yijun’s expression changed drastically, unable to believe it. “Grandfather Sun, you are a True Spirit Master of the Royal Spirit Realm!”

“That’s why I said that boy carries an eerie aura,” Sun Qianyi replied. “We’ll only know his true strength once someone tests him.”

The moment Chen Fei stepped into Huangyue Tower, news of his meeting with Sun Qianyi of Silvermoon Academy had already spread to the ears of all major factions.

In the City Lord’s Mansion, upon hearing the news, Ye Bufan’s brows furrowed as he hurried to his father Ye Chenyi’s study.

“Father, that useless Chen Fei’s older brother, Chen Yang, seems to have joined Silvermoon Academy,” Ye Bufan reported.

“Why are you so alarmed? It’s not unusual for talented youths of the Great Qing Kingdom to join Silvermoon Academy,” Ye Chenyi said indifferently.

“But, Father, what about my marriage with Su Ran?” Ye Bufan grew anxious. Even though Su Ran had taken Chen Fei as a live-in husband, he still hadn’t given up on her.

“Didn’t your third uncle already promise you? As long as the matter in the secret realm is handled, the entire Su family will be yours,” Ye Chenyi said impatiently.

“But…” Ye Bufan hesitated. If his third uncle failed to seize the treasure within the secret realm, wouldn’t his marriage fall apart?

“Are you blinded by desire? Have you learned nothing from the bloody lesson of that useless Chen Fei?” Ye Chenyi scolded, his sharp gaze forcing Ye Bufan to lower his head.

“Focus on your third uncle’s orders. Find out who killed Su Mingcai and stole his high-grade spirit stones,” Ye Chenyi reprimanded. “Until that person is found, your third uncle won’t be at ease.”

“Father, I am already investigating. There should be results soon,” Ye Bufan assured him.

“You should understand that whether your third uncle can claim the treasures in the secret realm will determine the rise or fall of our Ye family. I need a definitive answer.” Ye Chenyi dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

It wasn’t just the City Lord’s Mansion that opposed Chen Fei and Silvermoon Academy. Even Qinghai Academy of the Zhou Kingdom and Tianjiao Academy of the Lu Kingdom took notice.

These three academies represented the highest cultivation institutions in their respective nations, producing elite Spirit Masters who could influence the power dynamics at the borders.

Thus, neither Qinghai Academy nor Tianjiao Academy wanted Silvermoon Academy to gain another powerful asset. If Lu Yijun managed to break through, it would pose a significant threat to their academies and even their respective kingdoms.

While on his way to the Su family estate, Chen Fei encountered his first ambush in a secluded alley.

A Seventh-Grade Grand Spirit Master appeared, wielding a powerful spirit-rank martial technique.

“Hmm?”

Sensing the incoming threat, Chen Fei’s expression darkened.

“I just agreed to join Silvermoon Academy, and trouble has already arrived.”

From the moment he accepted the special recruitment, he knew that this ‘opportunity’ would not come without its price.

Boom!

A black-clad assassin suddenly attacked. A fierce sword strike slammed into a nearby wall, leaving a deep hole.

“What an agile movement technique! That must be a spirit-rank martial technique,” the assassin muttered in shock. Even though he had launched a surprise attack from the shadows, Chen Fei had managed to dodge effortlessly.

What he didn’t know was that Chen Fei possessed the heightened perception of the Spirit-Eyed Serpent. He had already sensed the assassin’s presence before the attack.

Chen Fei had deliberately moved closer, testing whether the person was truly after him.

Though Phantom Step was merely an ordinary martial technique, with the Wind Manipulation ability of the Silver-Winged Golden Eagle, it could rival a spirit-rank technique.

Seeing his strike miss, the assassin did not linger. Realizing he couldn’t wound Chen Fei in a sneak attack, he knew prolonged combat would be disadvantageous.

“Trying to escape?”

“It won’t be that easy!”

Chen Fei wasn’t about to let the assassin go. This was the perfect chance to test his own strength.

Activating Phantom Step, he quickly closed the distance. While the assassin’s sword technique was spirit-rank, his movement skill was inferior.

Seeing Chen Fei approach, the assassin had no choice but to stop. He fully activated his sword and released a faint aura around his body—a protective spirit armor.

A Seventh-Grade Grand Spirit Master could form a spirit armor using their own energy. If the armor couldn’t be penetrated, such a master was nearly invincible.

Chen Fei also wielded a longsword. Although he was only a Third-Grade Grand Spirit Master, he had Phantom Step, the Spirit-Eyed Serpent’s perception, and the Thousand Phantom Slash from the Void Heaven Cauldron’s inheritance.

With his keen senses, he found an opening in the assassin’s sword technique and used Phantom Step to position himself for an attack.

He channeled his spiritual energy through his sword, stacking five waves of internal vibrations inherited from the Void Heaven Cauldron.

Boom!

The assassin’s sword was knocked away.

Chen Fei’s blade, a sharp weapon gifted by Sun Qianyi, let out a clear hum as it slashed at the assassin’s spirit armor.

Crack!

The spirit armor was strong, but under the force of Chen Fei’s blade, it shattered.

The sword pierced the assassin’s chest. Though it didn’t run him through completely, it struck his heart precisely.

The assassin’s spiritual energy ruptured, fatally wounding him. He stared at Chen Fei in disbelief.

A Seventh-Grade Grand Spirit Master, defeated in a single move?

“An Eighth-Grade Grand Spirit Master…” In his final moments, the assassin convinced himself that Chen Fei had reached the eighth grade.

“Who sent you?” Chen Fei asked coldly. “If you tell me, I can save your life.”

The assassin sneered despite his injuries. “An Eighth-Grade Grand Spirit Master? So what? You have offended someone you shouldn’t have. If you don’t leave Yellow Fog City immediately, this place will become your grave.”

With a final chilling stare, he shattered his own dantian, letting his spiritual energy drain out. He died, refusing to betray his master.

Chen Fei looked down at the assassin’s corpse, a sense of foreboding settling in.

A Seventh-Grade Grand Spirit Master, trained in a spirit-rank technique, willing to die rather than talk—whoever sent him was no small force.

“Did I act too impulsively?”

“Any faction that dares to oppose Silvermoon Academy must be far more terrifying than I anticipated.”

A bitter smile crossed his lips. But there was no turning back now. Even if he could choose again, he would still seize the opportunity to join Silvermoon Academy.

Everything was for one purpose—to take revenge on that wretched woman, Qin Shuang!

As he murmured to himself, another flash of cold light shot toward him from behind.

His Spirit-Eyed Serpent perception alerted him—this time, it was a deadly throwing dart!