"…"
"Blue… Blue Electric…"
Yang Xiong, who had been raging with fury, froze as his eyes landed on the token in Yu Chen's hand. His body stiffened, spirit power fluctuated chaotically, and even his speech turned to stammers.
Despite his status as an instructor at Notting College and mentor to Yang Ming, he couldn't compare to the might of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—a clan second only to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan in prestige within the Heaven Dou Empire.
Its influence stretched across the empire's furthest reaches!
As a soul master with ties to the capital, Yang Xiong instantly recognized the token Yu Chen held—an authentic Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon insignia, exclusive to direct bloodline descendants.
No one on the continent would dare to forge such a token!
This meant Yu Chen wasn't just a regular noble—he was a direct heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His standing… immeasurable.
"You were just trying to kill me?"
Yu Chen's tone was light, but each syllable struck like thunder as he held the token before him.
Boom!
"M-My lord! I was blind! I was blind!"
"Please spare me!"
At Yu Chen's words, Yang Xiong's martial spirit dispersed in an instant. He collapsed to his knees, slapping himself repeatedly across the face!
What a joke! Even an outer disciple of the Blue Lightning Clan was untouchable. But this young man was clearly of the main lineage!
Offending such a powerhouse family? He'd be swatted like a fly—no, like an insignificant bug!
"…"
"What's… happening?!"
No one else had seen the token. Yu Chen had revealed it with his back to the crowd.
Tang San, Chen Rui, and the rest of the formal students stared dumbfounded at the scene—Yang Xiong groveling and humiliating himself.
Especially those who knew Yang Xiong's status. He was an elite instructor! To see him kneel and strike himself like a common thug was surreal!
"Father?! What are you doing?!"
"Kill him!"
Bandaged and bloodied, Yang Ming's voice rang with disbelief as he lay slumped nearby.
Smack!
"You unfilial fool! Kneel!"
Before Yang Ming could finish, Yang Xiong stormed forward and struck him again. Already weakened, Yang Ming collapsed to the ground with a cry of pain, blood trickling from his lips before he passed out cold.
"My lord, this is one hundred thousand gold coins! I beg you, please accept it!"
"I had no intention of disrespecting you! Please, have mercy!"
In a panic, Yang Xiong extracted a golden soul coin card from his soul tool and offered it with trembling hands.
He understood the situation clearly now. Not only had they offended Yu Chen, but they'd unknowingly targeted a dragon among men.
"Break your arm, and leave."
Yu Chen didn't even glance at the card as he flicked it into his own soul tool alongside the token, his voice calm as ever.
"Yes, my lord! We won't dare appear before you again!"
With gritted teeth and a grimace of pain, Yang Xiong circulated his spirit power and shattered his own left arm, then swiftly summoned his aides to carry Yang Ming and flee the premises.
From that day forward, neither Yang Xiong nor his son dared show their faces in Notting City again.
"This… This is insane. Yang Xiong just bowed and scraped like a servant!"
"Yu Chen is just the master's younger brother, isn't he? How can even Yu Xiaogang wield such power?"
The academy teachers and staff, having arrived late, stood frozen. None of them had known that Yu Chen wasn't merely Yu Xiaogang's brother—but a genuine heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
"Let's go."
Yu Chen gave a final glance toward the retreating Yang Xiong, his expression unchanged as he exited the cafeteria.
"Brother Chen, wait!"
Tang San and Chen Rui snapped out of their daze and rushed to catch up with him.
Naturally, Xiao Wu trailed behind them as well.
"Brother Chen, you're amazing! Even Yang Ming's father grovels before you! You're my big brother from now on!"
"Yeah! He gave you a hundred thousand gold coins just like that! My whole family barely earns ten in a year!"
"Brother Chen is handsome and powerful. He's practically perfect!"
…
Word of Yu Chen's dominance spread like wildfire across Notting College. Students and teachers alike whispered his name in awe.
The girls, especially, could hardly contain their excitement. Cries of admiration rang out as they spoke of his strength, charm, and mysterious nobility.
The journey back to the dormitory was short, and Yu Chen and the others returned swiftly.
Inside, Chen Rui and the rest continued to sing Yu Chen's praises before heading to their own beds.
"Brother Chen, your quilt looks really comfy!"
"Xiao Wu didn't bring one… Can we combine beds tonight?"
Xiao Wu stood beside Yu Chen's bed with a hopeful smile. Having spent the day beside him, she already felt a sense of trust and fondness blossom in her heart.
Ding!
The Divine Selection System is activated! Please make your choice:
Option 1: Reject Xiao Wu – Reward: 50 Gold Coins.
Option 2: Stay silent – Reward: Basic Short Blade +1.
Option 3: Accept Xiao Wu – Reward: Secret Skill [Three Thousand Thunders]!
Please choose within 30 seconds!
Yu Chen's heart stirred as the system rang out. The first two rewards were mundane, but the third—Three Thousand Thunders—was something he couldn't ignore.
"…Alright."
Decision made, Yu Chen nodded to Xiao Wu, whose face instantly lit up with joy.
"Brother Chen is the best!"
Grinning ear to ear, Xiao Wu dragged her mattress next to his and merged them. Luckily, Yu Chen's quilt was large enough to cover them both.
"Brother Chen, your bedding is so warm!"
The day had been long and eventful, and before long, Xiao Wu fell into a peaceful sleep beside him.
"…Silly girl."
Yu Chen smiled faintly, gently adjusted the quilt over her, and then sat cross-legged on the bed.
Now.
He closed his eyes and began channeling soul power to his pupils.
Buzz—
As his spirit energy condensed, Yu Chen's eyes slowly transformed into Heavenly Heavy Pupils.
Within the layered depths of his gaze, dragon shadows flickered—vast and ancient, brimming with primal power.
At that moment, Yu Chen resembled a divine jade sculpture birthed at the dawn of creation!
"These heavy pupils grant peerless insight. With them, I can trace the subtlest of enemy movements."
The transformation was subtle but potent.
With these eyes, Yu Chen could see the intricate flutter of a mosquito's wings, the vibrations of air molecules. To him, even time seemed to slow.
Of course, this was only the beginning. The power hidden in his heavy pupils was profound—yet to be fully unraveled.
But soon… the world would witness the true might of Yu Chen.