Principal Fu

Not a single person dared to challenge the authority of a Martial Emperor. 

"Ancestor, what do we do? Should we fight him?" Mo Qingkuang was anxious. 

Going to Yuan Sword Sect with Qin Wufeng would surely mean death! It would be better to have his ancestor possess him; perhaps they could create a miracle and escape with a sliver of hope. 

"Ha~ don't worry, you won't die," Mo Fan replied lazily, even yawning. 

He didn't share Mo Qingkuang's tension; he was rather relaxed. 

Since cultivating the Soul Nourishing Scripture, Mo Fan's soul strength has become more formidable than before. He clearly sensed that there wasn't just one Martial Emperor nearby. 

There was another one, and he was very familiar with this aura. 

Mo Qingkuang was speechless. 

They were almost upon him! Should they resist or compromise? 

Could it be that his ancestor intended to switch allegiance to Yuan Sword Sect? 

With his current Wind Spirit Body talent, Yuan Sword Sect should value him far more than Lin Yang, who only had Heavenly grade roots! 

Perhaps... 

Mo Qingkuang's thoughts were in turmoil, and Qin Wufeng was getting closer. 

"If you can't resist, then try to enjoy it," Mo Qingkuang could only comfort himself this way. 

"He's here," Mo Fan's voice sounded in Mo Qingkuang's mind. 

As if responding to him, a lazy voice rang out for everyone to hear, "I oppose." 

Everyone was shocked. Who dared to challenge the authority of the Sword Emperor? 

It was well known that Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng was the most ill-tempered among all Martial Emperors in the Tianxuan Empire, prone to killing sprees at the slightest provocation. 

Looking towards the source of the voice, they saw a middle-aged, fat man standing with his hands behind his back in front of Mo Qingkuang. 

The fat man had a pale face, sported a pair of moustaches, and had a scruffy beard and messy hair. Though he wore a long robe, it was wrinkled and dishevelled. 

His eyes were small, his face plump, and he wore a pair of flip-flops. At that moment, he was scratching his right calf with the toes of his left foot. 

He looked utterly sloppy and unkempt. 

Yet this sloppy fat man brought a sense of hope back to the desperate students of the Imperial Academy. 

Qin Wufeng's face changed drastically. Not only did he not move forward, but he also took a cautious step back, exclaiming, "Fu Qing? What are you doing here!" 

The man was none other than Fu Qing, the Principal of the Imperial Academy. He hadn't been following the academy's group closely but had come on a whim to see them. 

After all, his precious disciple with the Earth Spirit Body was sure to shine this time. It would be good to witness it firsthand. 

Unexpectedly, upon arrival, instead of seeing his disciple shine, he saw Qin Wufeng bullying the academy's students and immediately stepped in to save them. 

Hearing Qin Wufeng's exclamation, the crowd was in an uproar. This sloppy fat man was actually Fu Qing, the Principal of the Imperial Academy and the foremost figure of the Tianxuan Empire's Golden Generation! 

The impact was indeed hard to admire. 

Fu Qing scratched his feet for a while longer, finally feeling comfortable. He put his flip-flops back on and stomped lightly on the ground. 

The Imperial Academy's people, who seemed to be immobilized, suddenly regained their freedom of movement. 

He pulled out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and tossed it to a Grandmaster, instructing, "Give Wu Ming a pill. Bragging and fighting at his age, really." 

The Grandmaster obeyed, lifting the unconscious Wu Ming from the ground and feeding him the pill. 

"Principal." 

"Principal." 

"Teacher." 

The students of the Imperial Academy all saluted Fu Qing. 

Fu Qing nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, you all make me very happy." 

As he smiled, the fat on his face bunched up, giving him a very comical look. 

Then, his gaze fell on Mo Qingkuang, noticing his Wind Spirit Body. He chuckled, "Hmm, Old Zheng will be thrilled this time." 

Zheng Tao had been envious of Fu Qing ever since Chen Kong achieved the Earth Spirit Body, and Fu Qing had been aware of this. 

Now that Zheng Tao's disciple Mo Qingkuang had also achieved a Spirit Body, Fu Qing was happy for Zheng Tao. 

Finally, he turned his attention to Qin Wufeng, looking at him with a face full of disappointment, "Come on, Qin Wufeng, you're old enough to know better. Why are you bullying juniors with such enthusiasm?" 

Qin Wufeng's expression was extremely dark. He hadn't fought Fu Qing in a long time. 

If there was anyone in Central Province he still feared, the Empress was first, and Fu Qing was second. 

The last time they fought, Fu Qing was already a first-rank Martial Emperor, equal in strength to him, yet Fu Qing had secured victory within a hundred moves. 

Now, after over a decade, Fu Qing's level was unclear to him. He couldn't quite see through this sloppy fat man before him. 

"Why aren't you speaking? Cat got your tongue? You were quite bold just now, weren't you? Who dares to object to me?" Qin Wufeng said nothing, but Fu Qing wasn't about to let him off, his mouth moving like a machine gun. 

"Look at you, bullying kids! Why don't you show this much skill on the battlefield? Why are you always loafing around?" 

"You!" Qin Wufeng was furious. Fu Qing's words were like scolding a student, and he couldn't stand it. 

"You what? Ha~ You're such a disappointment. Instead of learning the good things, you follow that old scoundrel of a senior brother! How many years have you been a Martial Emperor? And he still won't pass the Sect Leader position to you to serve on the battlefield? Clearly, he's afraid of death! What kind of good disciples can your Yuan Sword Sect produce with such a Sect Leader?" Fu Qing didn't relent, spitting as he spoke. 

Qin Wufeng wanted to argue as Fu Qing criticized his senior brother again, "My senior brother..." 

"Yes, your senior brother! He's ruined you too, making you shameless and unreasonable! In explorations of secret realms and tombs, life and death are left to fate! And now you're demanding explanations from my Imperial Academy's students? You've got some nerve!" 

Everyone was seeing such a scene for the first time. They were all secretly laughing in their hearts but dared not laugh out loud. 

To see the previously majestic Sword Emperor Qin Wufeng being scolded like a child by Fu Qing, without even a chance to interject, completely overturned their understanding. 

So this is how Martial Emperors interact? 

"Senior Brother Chen Kong, has the principal always been like this?" Finally free from danger, Mo Qingkuang asked Chen Kong softly, his worldview shattered by what he was witnessing. 

Chen Kong's usually calm face showed a rare and awkward blush. He turned his head away, pretending not to hear and avoiding looking at Fu Qing, who was still fervently scolding. 

The expressions of the other instructors from the Imperial Academy were no different. 

This principal, while reliable in terms of strength, was quite another matter when it came to character... 

Hearing Fu Qing's relentless tirade, which almost dragged out the Yuan Sword Sect's ancestral line to curse, Qin Wufeng finally couldn't bear it. With a clear sword cry, the treasured sword on his back unsheathed, "Enough! Stop talking! Draw your sword!"

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