Suicide

The Ministry of Talents, Array Masters Association, and Tianhai Immortal Martial Academy were three colossal institutions. Even the least significant among them, the Tianhai Immortal Martial Academy, was one of the top five renowned schools in the Xia Kingdom. To imagine making these giants bow their heads and apologize seemed almost impossible.

Lin Zixuan, Jiang Wan, and the others fixed their gazes on Horn, seeking clarity.

"Brother Su, please stop speaking in riddles," Lu Lin said, his curiosity piqued.

Horn responded calmly, "Since the Ministry of Talents wants to remove Linzhou Immortal Martial Academy, we'll simply change the academy's name. I will establish a new academy that will become the world's top institution for cultivating immortals. Only those who graduate from our academy will be considered true geniuses."

He continued, "Our academy will not require accreditation from the Ministry of Excellence. I will set up the Immortal Clan Body Tempering Array within the academy to rapidly enhance the students' cultivation."

After a brief pause, he added with a smile, "And that's not the only formation that can assist monks in their cultivation. But before all that, the academy must be reorganized. Don't try to retain anyone—students or teachers—who doesn't want to stay. Only those who truly care about the academy deserve the opportunities I will offer."

Horn glanced at Lin Zixuan as he spoke.

Lu Lin was unaware that Horn was an array master, but after Wang Menglu whispered a few words to him, revealing that Horn was a seven-star formation mage, Lu Lin was left speechless. Especially after hearing about the Immortal Clan Body Tempering Array, which could elevate Qi Condensation monks directly to the Innate Realm, Lu Lin's admiration for Horn grew exponentially.

Lin Zixuan's eyes locked onto Horn. In the cultivation world, an academy not recognized by the Ministry of Talents would be dismissed as a "pheasant academy," with no talented individuals willing to enroll. However, if one day this "pheasant academy" surpassed all other institutions and became the world's best, it would be a thrilling achievement. When that day arrived, the Ministry of Talents would certainly come to them, pleading for recognition.

Horn then turned to Jiang Wan. "If you're interested, you can join our new academy as a deputy dean."

Jiang Wan bit her lip before responding, "I'm willing to serve as the vice president. I suggest you, Brother Horn, be the dean, and that Zixuan serve alongside me as vice dean."

Understanding her friend's desire to remain on equal footing, Lin Zixuan agreed without hesitation. After all, she knew Horn, as a seven-star formation master, would contribute the most.

"Alright, I agree," Lin Zixuan said.

Horn, disinterested in squabbling with the two women, let the matter rest. After all, he had plans to leave Earth eventually.

"I want to establish a formation club in the new academy," Horn announced. "Would the two of you be interested in helping me manage it? I'll make time to teach you about formations. If our club can one day surpass the Array Masters Association in the imperial capital, imagine the impact that would have."

Horn's gaze settled on Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao. The prospect excited them both. The idea of a small formation club within an academy overpowering the imperial capital's Array Masters Association was exhilarating. If that day came, the Association would undoubtedly be forced to bow in apology.

"Senior Su, your proposal is brilliant," Mr. Wei exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement.

Mr. Qiao, equally thrilled, added, "Senior Su, Mr. Wei and I are committed to following you."

Horn waved his hand dismissively, signaling them to calm down. Before leaving Earth, he intended to establish an academy and leave behind a legacy—a contribution to the future of his homeland.

Just as the tension in the group began to ease, Lin Zixuan's phone rang again. It was a call from a teacher at the academy. A vice-principal from the Imperial Capital's Immortal Martial Academy had arrived at Linzhou Immortal Martial Academy, specifically asking to meet Lin Zixuan and Horn. This matter could not be avoided.

After ending the call, everyone expressed their intention to accompany Horn and Lin Zixuan. As they left the villa, Horn led the way on foot, with Mr. Wei, Mr. Qiao, and the others following obediently.

When they reached the entrance of the academy, they saw two figures standing there. One was an old man in a purple robe—Han Qingshan, one of the vice-principals of the Imperial Capital's Immortal Martial Academy, and a senior figure among the academy's five vice-principals. His cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Creation Realm.

Beside him stood a woman in a long white dress with a cold expression, as if someone owed her millions. She was Han Ziyi, Han Qingshan's granddaughter, and a close friend of Horn's former fiancée, Song Ruoyan. Her cultivation had reached the late stage of the Sea Transformation Realm.

As Horn and the others approached, Han Qingshan sneered, "A bunch of unruly people."

Han Ziyi fixed her gaze on Horn. "I've seen your pictures," she said coldly. "I forgot to introduce myself—I'm Song Ruoyan's best friend, Han Ziyi. Before I came here, Ruoyan asked me to deliver a message. She said she owes you nothing, so don't harbor any illusions about her."

Horn's eyes narrowed slightly. If he hadn't risked his life to develop medicinal liquids for Song Ruoyan repeatedly, the birthmark on her face would never have been removed, and Qin Tiance would never have fallen for her. Although Horn had long since let go of this relationship, Song Ruoyan's attitude disgusted him. If she claimed to owe nothing, then Horn decided she should return to her former appearance—only then would their debts be truly settled.

Seeing Horn remain silent, Han Ziyi sneered, "What? Can't a toad like you accept reality? To be honest, someone like you could never be worthy of Ruoyan, no matter how hard you try."

She continued, her voice dripping with disdain, "Don't think that just because you reached the seventh floor of the Seven-Color Immortal Tower, you're anything special. That so-called 'immortal talent' is a joke and shouldn't be taken seriously."

As she spoke, her aura of the late stage Sea Transformation Realm flared. "Master Qin and Ruoyan are the perfect match. I came to Linzhou with my grandfather just to take your life. Once you're on our academy's kill list, you're destined to die at the hands of our people."

With a swift motion, she flicked her arm, and a sharp dagger flew out, embedding itself in the ground in front of Horn.

"For the sake of your past with Ruoyan, I'm giving you the chance to commit suicide. This way, you'll avoid a lot of pain," Han Ziyi said arrogantly, her head held high as if she expected Horn and the others to bow before her.