Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 147: Chapter 130: Don’t Call Me Old Pervert

Lin Feng’s right hand slowly lifted, with his index finger pointing upwards, making the shape of a ’1’.

At this moment, with his clothes scorched and torn, and a bloodstain running across his forehead, Lin Feng appeared somewhat battered yet displayed a certain arrogance. It seemed like he was proclaiming to everyone that he was the number one among the new students and the rightful owner of the First Throne.

Lin Feng’s action instantly ignited the already frenzied audience. The passionate screams, which were already intense, erupted like a volcano, instantly setting Red Cloud University ablaze.

”Lin Feng, I love you!”

”Wind God....”

”Wind God.....”

More than a hundred thousand people shouted in unison at this moment, their clamor shaking heaven and earth.

”What’s going on?”

Some of the senior students who didn’t attend the event were slightly taken aback, repeatedly looking towards the Martial Arts Arena with a hint of shock and bewilderment in their eyes, having no idea what had happened.

The freshmen’s entry, per tradition, involves an annual throne challenge which they were naturally aware of, yet they didn’t pay much attention to it.

For sophomores and juniors, time, though precious, wasn’t so tight that they couldn’t afford entertainment. But for seniors about to graduate, leisure was indeed a luxury, as every day was crucial.

Compared to the outside world, at the university, they could obtain resources more easily and cheaply.

In the same grade, with over ten thousand students, each student could team up with other suitable classmates based on their strengths, career, and the innate skills of their Demon Spirits for adventures in the Otherworld. Not only was the team’s combat power stronger, but as classmates, they didn’t have to worry about being backstabbed. Safety was more assured, and the gains were greater.

Those with outstanding performance could even receive resource rewards from the school to aid in their cultivation.

The elites among the seniors had the opportunity to gain the attention of clubs, secure contracts, join certain teams, and receive better development opportunities.

Therefore, the four years of university were crucial, directly impacting their lifelong path in Martial Arts.

Even on the day of the throne challenge, the majority of the senior students were either cultivating in secret chambers, out on missions, or hunting Demon Beasts in the Otherworld. They wouldn’t specifically pay attention to a freshmen challenge which didn’t concern them.

No matter how strong the freshmen’s talents were, they couldn’t affect their resources and status.

Besides, the throne challenge also had replays, and if interested, they could simply watch the highlights later, which was more convenient.

”Shall we have a look?”

”Of course, I need to see who’s so audacious to use such a title!”

Quite a few young men and women chatted casually among themselves.

Although throne challenges in the past were lively, they didn’t escalate to this level.

It is just a throne challenge, not a Glory Battle!

Emperor Kai?

Wind God?

Two newly enrolled freshmen dared to use such titles, did they seek the approval of their senior mentors and seniors?

”Wait for me, man. Damn, you’re teasing me because my refinement isn’t a Flying Demon Spirit. Be a brother and take me along.”

”You’re too heavy, can’t carry you....”

”Damn, you’re carrying two girls, and together they weigh more than I do....”

Silhouettes were flying towards the Martial Arts Arena, some even in Demon Possession mode, flapping wings to fly swiftly. Among them, a dashing young man had black wings spanning three meters wide on his back, flapping as he held a girl in each arm, leaving behind peals of laughter and rapidly disappearing into the horizon.

.......

In the central area of Red Cloud University, outside the Otherworld Spatial Gate named ’Qi Feng’, there was a bustling crowd.

Red Cloud University has two spatial gates named ’Honglian’ and ’Qi Feng’.

’Honglian’ is located in the northwest area of the campus; this spatial gate is named by Red Cloud, as the name suggests, it’s the trial ground for Red Cloud University’s freshmen.

It mostly contains First and Second Grade Demon Beasts, with rare Third Grade ones. It’s mainly for freshmen and sophomores to adventure and train.

’Honglian’ ranks third among the 113 spatial gates in Guanglin, considered one of the safest spatial gates.

The primary reason Red Cloud University was located here was due to these two spatial gates.

’Qi Feng’ ranks 32, where it’s filled with Demon Beasts of Third Grade and higher. Generally, only juniors and seniors dare to enter, and in the core area, Fifth and Sixth Grade Demon Beasts are not uncommon, with some students even encountering Seventh Grade advanced Demon Beasts.

Furthermore, ’Qi Feng’ connects to the spatial gate ranked 49th, ’Blue Land’, so many mentors also pass through this gate.

At this moment, a group of five emerged from the Otherworld, each with some injuries, but they were packed to the brim, looking relaxed, clearly having returned with great gains.

They also noticed the crazy cheering and were slightly taken aback.

”Wind God? Is it that top scorer from the college entrance exam, Lin Feng?”

A girl with average looks asked doubtfully. Although they didn’t watch the throne challenge, Lin Feng wasn’t unfamiliar to them.

Top scorer in the college entrance exam!

Famous nationwide, the strongest high school student, frequently appearing in commercials on TV, hard not to know!

Moreover, Lin Feng, Yun Kai, and Dong Yunan were known as the top-level configuration of the Glory Team.

A scholarship of one hundred million a year has set a historical record at Red Cloud University.

Many upperclassmen, aside from being curious, also felt a bit dissatisfied.

The school wasn’t so generous with them!

”What an arrogant nickname, but look at how popular he is. Amazing.”

A young man baring his upper body, carrying a giant battle axe on his back, looked on and sighed.

”Yeah, even more popular than the Old Trickster!” someone nodded in agreement.

”What nonsense are you talking about? Who at Red Cloud has more popularity than me?”

At this moment, a dissatisfied voice rang out: ”And you, Mink Fur, don’t call me Old Trickster, it’s disrespectful to my profession.”

The speaker was a young man holding a dagger. He was of average build, looked plain, and was obviously quite well-known; many people coming out of the Space Gate would occasionally glance at him.

But those glances were somewhat strange.

Some young girls would burst into giggles upon seeing him, while others would turn pale and hurry away, almost running, as if they’d seen some pervert.

”Isn’t it true? Look at his nickname, Wind God. What’s yours?”

A young man with his left hand hanging, three slash marks across his chest rendering his flesh and blood blurry, and a pale face laughed teasingly.

Currently a junior at Red Cloud University, Old Trickster Yu Qiao has already broken through as a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist. As one of the five main forces of Red Cloud University’s Glory Team, Yu Qiao’s popularity is indeed high, and his renown even higher.

Almost nobody doesn’t know him.

As an Assassin, Yu Qiao’s combat style is variable.

Or rather, extremely sleazy, with a penchant for attacking others’ most sensitive and vulnerable areas, earning him the joking nickname Old Trickster.

Everyone got used to it, even forgetting his original name.

”You’re always talking nonsense. I’ve been annoyed with you for a long time. You even snatched my big pork leg at dinner last night. Don’t you know pork leg is my favorite? Just wait, one day I’ll make you understand why chrysanthemums are red....” Yu Qiao took out a pitch-black dagger, muttering softly and gently stroking it with an extremely tender motion.

”....”

The atmosphere became slightly tense.

Everyone was at a loss for words.

Only the young man who had just spoken teasingly, his already pale face turning slightly blue: ”I was just joking....”

He really was joking.

But he knew, Old Trickster absolutely wasn’t joking.

This kind of despicable and abominable act he could surely carry out and enjoy doing so.

Aside from being called Old Trickster, Yu Qiao also had another nickname, ’Chrysanthemum Monster.’

Over the years, there have been quite a few victims.

It’s estimated that at least ten people have been victimized, though the actual number is certainly higher, with some people too ashamed or angry to speak up.

The most unbelievable aspect is that among those ten victims, there was even a girl....

And that girl was quite beautiful...

Reportedly, because of this incident, the girl and her boyfriend quarreled every day until they tearfully broke up when they couldn’t take it anymore.

These ten poor victims reportedly formed a ’Chrysanthemum Alliance’ out of shared suffering, vowing to make Old Trickster pay a bloody price.

But unfortunately, although Old Trickster had a poor reputation, his strength was real. Just entering his junior year, he was already a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, stronger than many seniors about to graduate. Furthermore, he refined a Ninth-Grade Demon Spirit Ghostly Serpent, and his combination of four Soul Skills was perfect.

At Red Cloud University, he was the only one entrapping others, and truly, no one had entrapped him successfully. Even those stronger than him found it difficult to catch him.

And this Old Trickster had a narrow mind, even smaller than a sesame seed, with many people unaware of how they’d offended him until he retaliated.

”Oh? Joking?”

Old Trickster was somewhat suspicious, but finally waved it off with seeming generosity: ”Alright, I’ve been eating poorly in the Otherworld these past few days. You’ll have a chance to shine tonight, see you at the Dragon Court.”

”Dragon Court? What kind of joke is this?”

A furious, exasperated shout rang out.

Dragon Court is a five-star hotel, and at most, they would only visit it for a birthday. Spending there can easily run tens of thousands at a minimum, and carelessly go up to millions with their appetite. Going there would mean his two-week task was effectively for nothing.

”Hmm?”

Yu Qiao wore a confused expression: ”You know, I’m the most serious guy, and I least like joking.”

The others were speechless.

But nobody dared to say more, fearing to be targeted by this Old Trickster.

It’s not a thief you fear, but being marked by one.

Especially being targeted....