Storage Soul Tool, Frost Snow Ring

The guards at the entrance had not allowed the City Lord's Mansion's Healing Spirit Masters to treat them. They had already been rescued into the Academy by its teachers when the battle had turned in their favor.

The Spirit Masters from both sides were still fighting.

The City Lord's Mansion side had begun to fall behind.

However, reinforcements from both sides arrived, and the fight ended in a stalemate.

From outside the school gates, they could see a massive brawl raging within.

All kinds of dazzling spirit skills flew wildly through the air, while vast swathes of yellow and purple spirit rings flashed without pause.

When the Principal rushed back, he saw this scene of chaotic battle.

His facial muscles twitched continuously as fury surged in his heart.

Soul Power as high as level sixty-seven flowed through his meridians. Even more imposing than Lin Tianyang's, the Flowing Wind Blade appeared in his hand, deep cyan wind currents swirling around its surface.

He immediately roared, "People from the City Lord's Mansion, you've all got some nerve!"

"How dare you come to the Academy and cause trouble?"

"Principal!"

"The Principal is back."

"Dad!"

"Old Lin, get over here!"

The Academy side was especially delighted. At this crucial moment of deadlock, nothing was more exhilarating than the return of their backbone.

Both sides stopped fighting, and the City Lord's Mansion people hurriedly made way for him.

The Principal slowly walked down the path, his sharp gaze sweeping across every person present.

Then he snorted coldly, walked to the Academy's side, turned around, and stood firm.

Lin Tianyang hurried over and whispered into his father's ear.

He told him the more detailed circumstances, as well as Fang Ling's plan.

A flood of information entered his mind, and the Principal's brow twitched involuntarily.

Everything today was the City Lord's Mansion's fault, and then this genius with more than ten consecutive Life and Death Battle victories had thought of swindling a Soul Tool?

Since they held the advantage and had reason on their side this time, they had to help him squeeze a good one out of them.

Having chosen his target, the Principal continued staring coldly ahead, as though waiting for someone.

He was waiting for the person in charge from the City Lord's Mansion.

The City Lord, who had rushed over upon receiving the news, felt a massive headache when he saw the two sides confronting each other in the Academy.

Seeing the hurriedly approaching figure, the Principal raised a brow. He extended the Flowing Wind Blade before him, holding it level with its tip pointed at the City Lord.

"Xu Tianming, you sent people to barge into the Academy, and your Second Madam even tried to kill my son's disciple. What the hell do you mean by this?"

"Brother Lin, please calm down."

The City Lord's Mansion was in the wrong, leaving him at a severe disadvantage.

The Principal rested the blade on his shoulder and pressed the issue. "How am I supposed to calm down?"

"Come on, tell me. If I sent someone to chop down your precious son, then had people force their way into the City Lord's Mansion and start a fight inside, how would you feel?"

"I..." The City Lord was left speechless.

The Principal sneered.

"You can't even keep your own woman under control. After all these years, you've really gone backward, you bastard!"

"What, you don't acknowledge the Great Soul Arena's rules? If you hadn't agreed, how could your younger son have gotten onto a Life and Death Battle stage?"

"Now you regret it and want revenge? Or do you think you're stronger now and want another fight with me?"

"That really isn't it." The City Lord tried desperately to explain.

"Though I grieved for my son's death for a moment, he was killed openly and fairly on the stage. He could only blame himself for being inferior."

"The hatred from a Life and Death Battle is confined to the stage. How could I not understand that?"

"Tsk. Looks like your wife doesn't see it that way."

The Principal waved a hand. "Bring him over. Let our esteemed City Lord take a good look."

"Let him see what his wife has done!"

Two people carried over a stretcher.

Lying atop it was a lame child whose entire body had turned black, his skin cracked. He had already lost consciousness and was receiving emergency treatment from the Academy's Healing Soul Ancestor.

That person was Fang Ling.

He had not expected Warrior's Will Lv1 to be used for the first time here.

If it had not been able to ignore pain's effect on his body, his act would have been exposed by now.

"Come, take a look."

"This is a new student of our Academy, my son's disciple—a genius who killed your son and then won more than a dozen consecutive Life and Death Battles at the Great Soul Arena."

The Principal appeared extremely aggressive.

"If one of our teachers hadn't happened to be nearby and rescued him, your wife would have killed him outright!"

The City Lord gave Fang Ling a once-over. His injuries were severe and clearly genuine. He said gravely, "It is indeed my fault for failing to discipline my household. Tell me, how do you want to settle this?"

"As long as you return my wife unharmed, everything is negotiable."

Someone hurried over and whispered a few more words into the Principal's ear. The Principal nodded. "She's fine. She didn't resist and surrendered immediately."

Two Soul Ancestor teachers escorted An Yufei over.

She noticed her husband and saw Fang Ling receiving treatment. Her emotions surged. "Tianming, hurry and kill that little bastard to avenge Chi'er!"

"You spendthrift bitch, shut up! You secretly caused all this today. I'll deal with you when we get home!"

The City Lord's mouth twitched slightly, and he gestured for the Principal to continue stating his terms.

"My disciple-grandson is poor. He doesn't seem to own much, so give him a higher-grade Storage Soul Tool, and we'll let today's matter go."

What did he mean by a higher-grade Storage Soul Tool?

Couldn't he rein in that look in his eyes a little?

The ones with relatively small storage space generally sold for forty to fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins. Those were the type used by the City Lord's Mansion household.

A higher-grade one, for example, was the Frost Snow Ring he currently wore.

It had a capacity of thirty cubic meters, consumed little Soul Power when storing and retrieving items, worked quickly, and could keep its wearer comfortable even in the height of summer.

Of course, it had drawbacks as well. It was expensive—he had spent a full two hundred and fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins to win it at the Heaven Dou Auction House.

The City Lord rubbed the ring he had worn for several years and gritted his teeth. "So you've set your sights on my Frost Snow Ring. Do you know how much this thing costs?"

"I don't." The Principal knew it was valuable, but he did not know just how precious it was.

The City Lord shouted, "Two hundred and fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

"Lin Yuehua, be realistic. I'm willing to compensate your disciple-grandson for his injuries and the Academy's losses, but don't push your luck!"

The Principal sneered repeatedly.

"Push my luck? Xu, do you think my genius disciple-grandson's grievous injuries aren't worth it?"

"Then how many Gold Soul Coins do you think your Second Madam is worth?"

Looking at the tears still lingering at the corners of An Yufei's eyes and her pitiful figure, City Lord Xu Tianming's heart softened.

He could not help cursing that old bastard Lin Yuehua for being so vicious, always striking where it hurt.

With so many people present, including his family and trusted subordinates, what else could he say besides agreeing?

He had been completely cornered...

"Fine. It's just a Storage Soul Tool, isn't it? I'll give it to you!"

The insincere words were forced out through the City Lord's clenched teeth.

The Principal kindly said, "Clear out everything inside first. We don't want any of your confidential documents—only the Soul Tool."

The City Lord snapped angrily, "Do you think I'd give you anything else? Keep dreaming!"

Having gotten what he wanted, the Principal did not mind being cursed at. A brilliant smile spread across his face.

"Wait for me to go back and put my things away. You can all disperse for now." Having been extorted for such a huge sum, Xu Tianming's expression was rather unpleasant as he waved his subordinates away.

The Academy's teachers returned to their classes.

Everyone else left. Only the Principal, Lin Tianyang and his wife, Fang Ling on the stretcher, the Soul Ancestor treating him, and An Yufei, who was still being held by two Soul Ancestors, remained behind.

Before long, the City Lord returned after putting away his belongings.

With indescribable heartache, he handed the snow-white ring to the Principal.

The Principal tugged at it, but it would not budge. "Let go!"

"Use it well." The City Lord's reluctant gaze still lingered on the ring.

"What the hell does that have to do with you? Hand it over!"

He snatched the ring away, played with it briefly, and checked its capacity. With a faint smile on his face, the Principal instructed them to release An Yufei, the one who had caused all this trouble.

Then he promptly sent them off. "Tianyang, see them out!"

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