Avenging a Dog

"Dean Qiu, have you found the information I asked for yet?"

Inside the office of Qiu Changfeng, dean of Changning Immortal Academy, Xiang Tian sat in a chair, lightly tapping the desk with his fingertips, his tone growing impatient.

Qiu Changfeng, who had been frantically flipping through documents beside him, wiped the cold sweat from his brow. His gaze suddenly froze, and he hurriedly picked up a file and placed it before him.

"My lord, I found it. This contains all of Ding Yang's information."

Anyone who witnessed this scene would have found it unbelievable.

The renowned Qiu Changfeng was actually bowing and scraping before someone so young, even addressing him as "my lord."

Moreover, the youth was sitting in Qiu Changfeng's seat, while the academy's dean could only stand respectfully to one side.

Xiang Tian took the file and flipped through it. Hmm, not bad. The grandson of a True Immortal powerhouse—no wonder he was so arrogant.

After saying that, he glanced at Little Huang, who was still gnawing on a bone beside him. He bent down and gently stroked him, and Little Huang blissfully narrowed his eyes.

The sight made Qiu Changfeng's heart pound wildly.

He could see clearly that the bone at the little yellow dog's mouth was glowing with golden light. That faint golden aura was unmistakably Dragon's Breath!

He truly dared not imagine who in this world would dare slaughter a dragon so openly, then feed its Dragon Bone to a dog without the slightest concealment.

And this dog looked so ordinary. The Dragon Clan probably could not have imagined, even in their wildest dreams, that they would one day become food in a household dog's mouth.

Qiu Changfeng, with his snowy white beard and immortal-like bearing, was now tense-faced.

Xiang Tian glanced at him. "Why is the dean so nervous?"

If he had not been unable to fathom Xiang Tian's intentions, Qiu Changfeng would have burst into tears. How could he not be nervous?

Yesterday, the Immortal King Changning, who had been in seclusion for nearly two hundred years, had suddenly come to see him. He had told him that someone would arrive at the academy today and instructed him to treat that person well. Even if that person poked a hole through the Immortal Academy and smashed it to pieces, he still had to keep smiling.

He truly could not figure out the identity of the youth before him.

"Dean Qiu, there is no need to be so concerned. I came here only to avenge my pet. Some time ago, Ding Yang injured my beloved pet, so I thought I would come to your academy for a little lesson. It would have been rather presumptuous to come unannounced, so I had an elder from my Household pay the Immortal King Changning a visit. I hope my arrival has not put you in a difficult position."

Qiu Changfeng hurriedly waved his hands, his expression terrified. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare! It is the honor of Changning Immortal Academy that my lord has come here. A student's character has always been our academy's concern. Please act as you wish, my lord. I guarantee that no one will interfere."

Xiang Tian nodded, then looked at Little Huang on the floor and called out, "Little Huang, let's go. Your master is taking revenge for you."

Then he looked at Qiu Changfeng again. "Then I'll have to trouble the dean to enroll me. Put me in the same class as Ding Yang. That won't be a problem, will it?"

"Not a problem, not a problem!"

How could Qiu Changfeng dare say anything? As for rules and the like, the Immortal King Changning had already spoken. What rules could he possibly care about now?

In the Ninth Heaven, there were three Immortal Kings in total. They were the ceiling of this world, supreme beings above all others! The Immortal King Changning was one of them, and Changning Immortal Academy was an immortal institution that everyone fought tooth and nail to enter.

Of course, a place like this naturally had its so-called connected students. Ding Yang's class, Class A-A, was entirely made up of all sorts of second-generation heirs.

Along the way, Qiu Changfeng practically laid his heart bare before this young master Xiang Tian, pouring out every last drop of his grievances and bitterness. At the same time, he explained Class A-A to him in painstaking detail.

As for Xiang Tian, he had not listened to a word. He merely teased Little Huang from time to time.

It had to be said that Changning Immortal Academy was truly grand and magnificent. Even its floor tiles were paved with white jade, brimming with immortal aura and greatly beneficial to cultivation.

Class A-A occupied a separate small pavilion. Its architecture was compact and exquisite, uniquely elegant.

There were only forty students in total. The lectern and chairs were all carved from the precious Longevity Wood, and a teacher was currently giving a lesson from the platform.

This was a class on basic cultivation knowledge, discussing the origins of the world and the birth of the first Immortal King in ancient times.

"Ahem."

Qiu Changfeng stood at the doorway and coughed twice.

The teacher and students looked over, then all rose to greet him. "Good day, Dean."

He nodded and beckoned to the teacher. "Come out. I need to tell you something."

Just like that, Qiu Changfeng led the utterly bewildered teacher away. Before leaving, he did not forget to give Xiang Tian a meaningful look.

The moment the teacher left, the classroom erupted at the sight of Xiang Tian standing at the door.

"Wow, who is this guy? He's pretty handsome. Why haven't I seen him before?"

"Maybe he's another connected student. If he can get into our class, he should be an Immortal Second Generation too. But he really is unfamiliar—I don't remember him at all."

The classroom buzzed with discussion. Xiang Tian glanced at Little Huang. "Come on, let's go into the classroom too."

"Woof!"

Little Huang barked and happily ran inside. He even leaped onto the lectern, tongue hanging out as his big eyes swept across the room.

"What are you doing? How can you bring a puppy into the classroom?"

The moment Little Huang ran in, someone immediately slammed the desk and stood up.

Leaning against the doorframe, Xiang Tian looked at him. "What? Do you have a problem with that?"

"Academy rules! No one is allowed to bring pets into the classroom. You're breaking the academy's rules!"

"Rules are dead, but people are alive. When has there ever been any true rule under heaven? They are nothing more than the words of those stronger than you—words you do not dare defy. Don't you think so, Ding Yang?"

Having said that, Xiang Tian suddenly turned to look at Ding Yang, who was sitting in the corner.

He looked seventeen or eighteen, dressed in extravagant clothing at a glance—a flower raised in a greenhouse.

Ding Yang was completely bewildered. He froze, his eyes full of confusion as he looked at Xiang Tian. Who was this guy? How did he know him?

Then he looked at the little yellow dog on the lectern. It seemed somewhat familiar. Wasn't it the little yellow dog he had beaten up on the street after suffering a loss in an argument and taking out his foul mood on it?

At the time, he had found it strange. That ordinary little dog had taken several lashes from him without being torn into bloody pulp, and had instead managed to escape.

"Woof... woof woof!"

The instant Little Huang spotted Ding Yang, he bared his teeth and barked madly at him.

"Eh, Ding Yang, what's this? Does this dog know you? It keeps barking at you."

"Oh, our classmate Ding Yang has friends all over the world. What's so strange about a dog knowing him?"

At once, those in the class who did not get along with him began speaking in mocking, sarcastic tones.

Ding Yang flew into a rage and roared, "What are you barking at?!"

With that, he stretched out his hand, and a fierce suction force directly yanked Little Huang into the air.

"Awwooo."

Xiang Tian sneered, casually interrupting Ding Yang's pull and catching Little Huang in his arms.

"What? Classmate Ding Yang is quite imposing, isn't he? Attacking a little dog!"

Xiang Tian walked toward him step by step, a faintly savage glint flashing in his eyes.

So what if you are an Immortal Second Generation? Before me, as long as you have done wrong, you must stand properly and take your beating!