Chapter 808 - 808 808 Disappointed Darling

Chapter 808: Chapter 808: Disappointed Darling Chapter 808: Chapter 808: Disappointed Darling Feng Wuchen and his entourage descended from the grand hall’s staircase, and the surrounding students stepped back, as if they were making way for the arrival of a Black Society boss.

Zhang Junlan’s lofty status was enough to make them feel out of reach, not to mention that Zhang Junlan now had to follow behind Feng Wuchen, which spoke volumes about how formidable Feng Wuchen must be.

Even though many of the talented students from Holy Soul Academy hailed from influential forces across various regions, they did not have a status comparable to Zhang Junlan’s.

Students of Holy Soul Academy, despite all being top geniuses, none dared to provoke Feng Wuchen.

The person whom Gong Lao personally received was definitely not someone they could afford to offend.

His lofty position made the talented students extremely envious.

“I really can’t stand that guy. Why is he so arrogant? Does he really think he’s that great, or is it all just because of the power behind him?” said a man with a face full of envy from atop the tower.

“I haven’t noticed him being arrogant. In fact, I think he doesn’t put on any airs at all; it’s you who seems to be the jealous one,” said a woman indifferently.

Another man, with a somewhat solemn expression, said, “The soul power of the Alchemist from before was very strange. It vanished in an instant, as if it had never appeared, yet it seemed like it did appear. Very odd!”

“Oh? Alchemist’s soul power? What grade?” the other four exclaimed in surprise, all turning their gaze toward the man.

The man shook his head and said, “I don’t know. It was too fast, very abrupt. But the aura was definitely not from an elder, nor was it Zhang Junlan’s; it should be his.”

“He’s an Alchemist?” The several talented students were shocked.

“It should be correct, but it’s also hard to say. Right now, I can’t detect the slightest fluctuation of soul power in him. He’s hiding it too deep,” the man said gravely.

“That means his strength is great! His presence, I fear, is akin to that of the young hall master from the Divine Palace,” said a man’s voice from the very top of the iron tower.

“The young hall master of the Divine Palace? Is he really that strong? He’s younger than all of us too,” the five students were stunned, their eyes fixed on Feng Wuchen below in shock.

“How strong he is, you’d know if you tried,” the voice from the tower came again.

The genius student who envied Feng Wuchen’s face suddenly turned fierce, and through clenched teeth, he said, “Hmph! Just give me a chance, and I’ll try. I really don’t believe that with my five tiers in the Tianji Realm, I can’t match him!”

“This person’s cultivation level should be similar to that of Zhang Junlan and the others; even if he is stronger, he shouldn’t be by much,” another person speculated.

Their assessment of Feng Wuchen’s cultivation was entirely based on comparing the overall strength of Zhang Junlan’s entourage, since their powers were closely matched.

At this moment, Feng Wuchen and his group were undoubtedly the most dazzling existence among all the students.

“He is the hero in my heart! I want to marry someone like him in the future.”

“Junior Master Zhang is so handsome; I just love Junior Master Zhang!”

The talented students were all envious to the extreme, and the beautiful female students’ eyes were filled with admiration, each one wishing they could rush into the embrace of Feng Wuchen and Zhang Junlan.

“Infatuated fools!” Seeing the adoring looks from the female students, it incited a fiery rage in many of the male students, but they could only hold it in their hearts.

The usually quiet Holy Soul Academy bustled with noise only after Feng Wuchen and his entourage had left, as if a pot had just exploded; the students were all abuzz.

…

After leaving Holy Soul Academy, Feng Wuchen and his people headed straight for the Xumi Abyss without stopping.

In just a day’s time, the news of the Blood Fiend Mercenary Group’s annihilation had already spread throughout various forces around the Xumi Abyss.

Blood Fiend Mercenary Group’s palace was razed to the ground, and the shocking scene filled countless cultivators with terror.

Even though no one knew how Jiang Lengyue and Qiu Yuanshan had died, everyone speculated that it was Feng Wuchen’s doing.

When Feng Wuchen and his party set foot in Xumi Abyss again, at the entrance, the eyes of many cultivators and mercenaries were filled with reverence and wariness.

They had all witnessed Feng Wuchen defeating the Yang family elder, such terrifying strength, was certainly not something they dared to provoke.

Entering the Xumi Abyss, Feng Wuchen and his group came to the place where the previous great battle had occurred.

At this moment, the young master of the Yang family and others were training, and noticing Feng Wuchen and his team’s arrival, the crowd immediately stirred into a panic, and the faint-hearted stood up and left at once.

“Brother Yang, it’s… it’s them,” one student said in terror, trembling uncontrollably, his complexion instantly paling.

“They wouldn’t come here to settle scores with us, would they?” another student said in fright, almost crying out of fear.

“Gulp…”

Young Master Yang swallowed his saliva fearfully; upon seeing Feng Wuchen, he too was extremely frightened, fearing that Feng Wuchen had come to settle accounts with him.

However, they were thinking too much.

Feng Wuchen paid them no heed and said to Liu Qingyang and the others, “Just find a place to train.”

“Big Brother Feng, aren’t we going to look for the Time Force?” Liu Qingyang asked.

“There’s no rush, everyone is tired these days; take a good rest. Also, Qingqing has just broken through to Tianji Realm, she needs time to consolidate her realm, and I will take a look at the treasure Lu Group Leader gave me,” Feng Wuchen said, then he flashed to the top of a mountain.

Seeing that Feng Wuchen and his group bore no ill will, Young Master Yang and the others finally felt at ease.

After the preceding great battle, and the destruction of the Blood Fiend Mercenary Group, Young Master Yang had been scared out of his wits and dared not to provoke Feng Wuchen again. In front of Feng Wuchen, he now didn’t even dare to make a peep.

On the mountain top, Feng Wuchen took out a piece of tattered fabric, and from his Storage Ring, he also took out the Primordial Annulus Gear, carefully comparing the symbols marked on both.

The symbols marked on both were exactly the same.

Storing the Primordial Annulus Gear back into his Storage Ring, Feng Wuchen began to closely observe the tattered fabric.

A trace of annihilation power was invoked, infusing into the tattered fabric, as Feng Wuchen muttered, “It indeed is an object from the Primordial Ancient times, the fabric still retains a trace of Primordial aura.”

On the tattered fabric, in addition to the mysterious symbols, there were some symbols and patterns that Feng Wuchen couldn’t understand.

“It’s unclear what this piece of fabric is used for; it doesn’t mark the location of the Time Force,” Feng Wuchen frowned and muttered in some disappointment.

Aside from a symbol identical to the Primordial Annulus Gear, Feng Wuchen saw nothing special about the tattered fabric.

“Perhaps there really are other parts of fabric; this must be a map, but with only this fragment, it’s utterly useless,” Feng Wuchen surmised in silence.

Having thought that with this fragment of fabric, it might be easier to find the Time Force, it seems that Feng Wuchen and his team had thought too much.

As for the other pieces of the fabric, no one knew where they were, the chances of finding them were almost nil.

“The Time Force really isn’t as easy to find as imagined,” Feng Wuchen shook his head helplessly. He then cast these distracting thoughts aside and began to train.

Without any discoveries, Feng Wuchen was too lazy to waste time; without the other pieces of fabric, it was completely useless.