348: Confrontation, pressure

Chen Xi, a good name.

Sikong walked forward, looking at the white-haired young man before him with great interest.

"My name is Sikong, a third-year student at Shenwu Academy. The two of them are also participants in this National War."

"Yan Runan."

Yan Runan introduced herself, cheerful and direct.

Lin Qingyan also crossed her arms and said lightly.

"Lin Qingyan."

Xia Qinghou and Qin Nansun were stunned again upon hearing this.

They didn't expect that even she, whose fame and strength were far inferior to Luo Xi back then, had now become a National War participant. This...

Chen Xi nodded: "Hello everyone."

Not bad, quite polite...

Professor Song Yun nodded gently.

She looked at Jiang Yuan in front of her and transmitted a message via Psychokinesis:

"Their attitude seems pretty good, not as hostile towards us as the Principal said."

"If they don't cause trouble first, don't you go looking for it."

"Okay."

Jiang Yuan hummed and turned to look at Yun Jiu Lan, Vice President: "Vice Principal Yun, where is the other team member? He should have arrived by now, right?"

Yun Jiu Lan, Vice President came back to her senses, nodded,

"He's here."

"He is from Civilization University, named An Tianzong..."

"Do you want to meet him?"

"Not today, let's do it tomorrow."

Jiang Yuan smiled and said to Yun Jiu Lan, Vice President: "This is our first time visiting Kunlun Academy, we might be bothering you for a couple of days."

"Not at all. Your accommodations are ready, please..."

Yun Jiu Lan, Vice President hadn't finished speaking.

The middle-aged instructor beside her suddenly stepped forward and said: "I cannot accept this!"

Immediately, everyone's gaze fell upon him.

The middle-aged instructor stared intently at Jiang Yuan, "What kind of joke is this? I've never heard of anyone becoming a full Professor at one of the four major academies at this age, let alone the crucial person in charge of the National War..."

"By what right?"

"Shut up!"

Yun Jiu Lan, Vice President sharply rebuked: "Wang Ze, what madness are you showing towards the academy's esteemed guests?"

"Dean Yun, I'm not convinced. Why should he take on such a heavy responsibility? Logically, our venerable Professor Wei from Kunlun Academy, or Principal Zhou from Civilization University, aren't they all more qualified than him?"

"Why would the higher-ups choose..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Jiang Yuan's expression was calm and he didn't react, but Professor Song Yun showed anger, a divine light flashing in her eyes.

"Boom!" An astonishing psychic pressure suddenly descended. Even though Yun Jiu Lan, Vice President tried to block it in time, she was still a step too late.

The psychic pressure, almost materializing, directly pressed the middle-aged instructor to the ground, where he lay prostrate and trembling, unable to utter the rest of his sentence.

The students of Kunlun Academy were all startled.

"Watch your tone. The person standing before you is not your student, but a Professor from our Shenwu Academy. You have no right to question him."

"If you're not convinced and want to make a stand, let someone more senior come, like the 'Old Wei' you mentioned..."

Professor Song Yun said coldly, glancing at Yun Jiu Lan, Vice President: "Vice Principal Yun, is this how your Kunlun Academy treats guests?"

Yun Jiu Lan, Vice President said anxiously: "Professor Song, please calm down. He was just a little agitated and spoke nonsense..."

Jiang Yuan glanced at Kunlun Academy in the distance, nestled among the mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, like a celestial palace.

Just now, there were several gazes probing this place.

This instructor named Wang Ze was like a different person just now compared to before, acting more like he had received instructions...

Jiang Yuan's lips curved slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

So that's how it is.

Using him as a pawn, wanting to give me a display of power, and incidentally test my depth and Shenwu Academy's stance...

These guys, their strength is insufficient, the entire academy doesn't even have a King holding the fort. They are only concerned with internal scheming, openly and secretly fighting for the empty title of Great Xia's number one academy... It's truly boring.

Wang Ze, lying prostrate on the ground, struggled to speak:

"W-what did I say wrong?"

"He's so young, no matter how capable he is, what can he really do? Can he bear this responsibility?"

"I heard that he alone has the final say in selecting members. Who can guarantee there aren't any issues? Maybe he's chosen some incompetent, good-looking 'vases'..."

Hearing this.

Lin Qingyan, Sikong, and Yan Runan all had slight changes in expression. After a moment of surprise, the corners of their mouths curved slightly, looking somewhat meaningful.

"You doubt my judgment in selecting people, I don't really care, but those few listening probably won't be happy."

Jiang Yuan chuckled softly.

The next moment.

Three waves of Martial Dao Pressure surged up from behind him, their momentum like a tornado, whipping up dust from the ground.

Forcing Xia Qinghou and the other Kunlun Academy students to retreat several steps, leaving only Chen Xi still standing at the very front.

A blood-colored sharp blade appeared in Yan Runan's hand,

"To actually call us 'vases'... That's hilarious."

Sikong's body surged with lightning, as if a Thunder God had descended,

"I can't hold back now."

Lin Qingyan's long dark hair fluttered, a cross-shaped halo appeared behind her, cold air emanated from her body, frost spread rapidly along the ground, and her clear, cold gaze seemed capable of freezing even the Soul if met.

At this moment,

Facing the three people before him.

Even Chen Xi, who was known as Kunlun Academy's foremost Prodigy, felt immense pressure.