Chu Fei was here sharing with everyone the little things that had happened over the past thirty years, while the outside world had already begun to boil.
Over the past thirty years, Changhong Scholarly Faction and Seven Star Academic Faction had smeared Qingyun Academic Faction using Chu Fei's affairs, so no one had forgotten about him.
Not only had they not forgotten, but after thirty years of fermentation, the stories had become increasingly bizarre.
And now that Chu Fei had suddenly appeared, everyone realized that the rumors about him had not been bizarre enough.
At a full count, he was fifty years old. He had cultivated to Level 16.0, killed over ten thousand cultivators in a single encounter, including three Level 15.0 experts from the Three Great Academic Factions.
The three great experts who had once driven Chu Fei into a frantic scramble now had not even made a splash before him. They had not even left behind last words.
The Three Great Academic Factions took the opportunity to publicize Chu Fei's evil—how else could Chu Fei cultivate so quickly? He had taken the evil path. He killed more than ten thousand people the moment they met. He had completely fallen to demonic ways.
Under the Three Great Academic Factions' propaganda, Chu Fei became someone everyone supposedly wanted to condemn—at least, that was what the Three Great Academic Factions claimed.
Yet some questioned them at the same time: If Chu Fei is evil, why are you only talking instead of acting? Can a war of words make Chu Fei die of shame? Since when had the Three Great Academic Factions become gentlemen who only moved their mouths and not their hands?
Under such circumstances, some answered the Three Great Academic Factions' call, but far more merely watched the spectacle.
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