The guards at the gate didn't allow the healing-type soul masters from the City Lord's Mansion to provide aid. Instead, the teachers from the academy had already rescued them and brought them back during the advantageous turn of battle.
Soul masters from both sides were still fighting.
The City Lord's side was beginning to fall behind.
However, reinforcements from both sides arrived shortly after, turning the battle into a stalemate.
From outside the academy gates, one could see a chaotic melee inside.
Dazzling soul skills flew everywhere, and flashes of yellow, purple, and other colors from soul rings lit up continuously.
The headmaster arrived just in time to see this chaotic scene.
His face twitched with anger, fury surging within him.
With a soul power level as high as 67, far more intimidating than Lin Tianyang's, the Flowwind Blade, surrounded by deep green wind spirals, appeared in his hand.
He immediately roared, "People from the City Lord's Mansion, you're all really bold!"
"How dare you cause trouble in my academy?"
"Headmaster!"
"The headmaster is back!"
"Dad!"
"Old Lin, come quick."
The academy side was especially excited. At such a crucial moment of deadlock, nothing boosted morale more than the return of their pillar of strength.
Both sides halted their fighting, and the City Lord's side quickly cleared a path.
The headmaster walked slowly along the path, his sharp eyes scanning each person.
Then, with a cold snort, he walked over to the academy's side and turned to face the enemy.
Lin Tianyang stepped up quickly and whispered to his father, explaining the situation in more detail along with Fang Ling's plan.
A large amount of information surged into the headmaster's mind, causing his brow to twitch involuntarily.
It was clearly the City Lord's Mansion's fault today, and that genius who had won over ten life-and-death duels wanted to demand a soul device as compensation?
Since they were in the right and had the upper hand, why not take the opportunity to swindle something good?
The headmaster already had a target in mind, continuing to glare coldly as if waiting.
Waiting for the person in charge of the City Lord's side to arrive.
Hearing the news, the City Lord rushed over and felt a massive headache upon seeing the standoff inside the academy.
The headmaster raised an eyebrow at the approaching figure, extended his Flowwind Blade forward, holding it level, the tip pointing directly at the City Lord.
"Xu Tianming, you sent people to break into the academy, and your second wife even tried to kill my son's disciple. What do you mean by that?"
"Brother Lin, please calm down."
The City Lord was clearly at fault and stood at a disadvantage.
The headmaster rested his blade on his shoulder and pressed the attack: "Calm down? How should I calm down?"
"Tell me, if I sent someone to stab your precious son, broke into your City Lord's Mansion, and started a battle there, how would you feel?"
"I…" The City Lord was at a loss for words.
The headmaster sneered:
"Can't even control your own woman. After all these years, you've really gone backwards!"
"What? Don't want to follow the rules of the Grand Soul Arena? If you hadn't agreed, your youngest son wouldn't have gotten onto the life-and-death duel stage in the first place."
"Now what? Regret it and want revenge? Or do you think you're stronger and want to fight me again?"
"That's not it," the City Lord quickly explained.
"I was heartbroken over my son's death for a moment, but he died fairly on the arena. He just wasn't good enough."
"Life-and-death grudge ends in the arena. I understand that perfectly."
"Tsk~ Seems your wife doesn't think the same."
The headmaster waved his hand. "Bring her out, let our esteemed City Lord see what his wife has done!"
Two people carried over a stretcher.
Lying on it was a boy with charred skin and cracked flesh, unconscious and currently receiving emergency treatment from a healing-type Soul Sect of the academy.
It was Fang Ling.
Who would've thought that the first use of the Warrior's Will Lv1 would be here?
If it hadn't been for the skill's ability to ignore the pain's impact on the body, he would've given himself away.
"Come, take a good look."
"This is a freshman of our academy, my son's disciple, a genius who's won over ten straight life-and-death duels in the Grand Soul Arena."
The headmaster was extremely aggressive.
"If we hadn't happened to have a teacher nearby who rescued him in time, your wife would've already killed him!"
The City Lord glanced at Fang Ling. His injuries were serious and clearly not faked. He said solemnly,
"It's true I've failed in managing my household. Tell me, how do you want to resolve this?"
"As long as you return my wife unharmed, we can discuss anything."
Someone quickly came over to whisper again to the headmaster. He nodded and said, "She's fine. Didn't resist, surrendered right away."
Two Soul Sect teachers escorted An Yufei over.
She noticed her husband, and then saw the wounded Fang Ling. Emotionally agitated, she shouted, "Tianming, kill that brat to avenge Chi'er!"
"You wretched woman, shut your mouth! You caused all this trouble behind my back. We'll deal with you later!"
The City Lord's face twitched as he gestured for the headmaster to state his terms.
"My poor little disciple is dirt poor. I see he doesn't have anything on him. Just give him a high-grade storage-type soul device, and we'll call it even."
What's a "high-grade" storage-type soul device?
Can't you restrain that greedy gaze of yours?
Small ones usually sell for forty to fifty thousand. The City Lord's family members generally used those.
But high-grade ones, like the Frostsnow Ring he was wearing now…
It had a capacity of thirty cubic meters, used little soul power for storage and retrieval, fast activation, and could keep its wearer cool in summer.
It had its downsides, mainly the steep price. He bought it for a whopping 250,000 gold soul coins at the Heaven Dou auction.
The City Lord rubbed the ring he'd worn for years and gritted his teeth.
"So, it's my Frostsnow Ring you've set your eyes on. Do you know how much this thing costs?"
"No," replied the headmaster. He knew it was valuable but not exactly how much.
The City Lord said loudly, "250,000 gold soul coins!"
"Lin Yuehua, be reasonable. I'm willing to compensate your disciple's injuries and the academy's losses, but don't push your luck!"
The headmaster laughed coldly:
"Push my luck? Xu, do you think my genius disciple's injuries aren't worth it?"
"Then tell me, how much is your second wife worth?"
Looking at An Yufei's tear-streaked face and pitiful expression, Xu Tianming's heart softened.
He cursed Lin Yuehua for being so ruthless, hitting him where it hurt.
With so many people around, including family and trusted subordinates, what could he do but agree?
He'd been had…
"Fine. It's just a storage soul device. I'll give it!"
The words squeezed out from between the City Lord's clenched teeth.
The headmaster added kindly, "Clear out the contents. I don't want any secret documents, just the soul device."
The City Lord, still furious, retorted, "You think I'd give you anything else? Dream on!"
No matter. Getting a treasure while taking some insults was worth it. The headmaster smiled brightly.
"I'll head back to drop off the contents. You all can disperse for now." Having been taken for a big one, Xu Tianming's face was unpleasant as he waved to dismiss his people.
The academy's teachers returned to their classes.
Everyone else left as well, only the headmaster, Lin Tianyang and his wife, the still-injured Fang Ling and his healing Soul Sect, and the escorted An Yufei remained.
Before long, the City Lord returned after storing his belongings.
With a heart full of pain, he handed the snow-white ring to the headmaster.
The headmaster tugged but couldn't pull it off. "Let go already!"
"Use it well," the City Lord said with longing still in his eyes.
"None of your business. Hand it over!" The headmaster snatched the ring, played with it briefly, and checked its capacity with a smile.
He then gave the order to release An Yufei, the troublemaker behind it all.
Finally, he gave the dismissal order: "Tianyang, see our guests out!"
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