Huang Yifan, a Mess in the Wind

The crowd discussed animatedly, many sighing with emotion.

Some even felt a sense of shame.

"Every time I see Lady Meng, I feel like my work isn't good enough, that I'm still far behind."

This sentiment resonated strongly with everyone.

They continued to chat amongst themselves for a long while before finally dispersing.

Fang Che had followed Huang Yifan and the other person to a private office.

Only after arriving here did the turmoil in Fang Che's heart gradually subside.

However, several names still flashed through his mind from time to time: Meng Hejun? Meng Chuxing? Fang Zhi understands the suffering of all beings?

And the bell on Meng Hejun's wrist, that sound, everything was so familiar.

He couldn't help but wonder if they were acquaintances in his past life? A wife? A younger sister? Or…

Why don't I have any impression of this Meng Hejun at all?

But the three words Meng Chuxing felt incredibly familiar and intimate…

And Yao Guang.

Yao Guang… Fang Che thought for a long time. He really couldn't be unfamiliar with these two words, as it was the last star of the Big Dipper.

The Yao Guang star, also known as the Breaking Army star.

Courageous in taking on responsibilities, with a clear distinction between good and evil, unafraid of tyranny, and advancing bravely… Many thoughts instantly scattered in Fang Che's mind.

Still, he couldn't resolve the doubts in his heart.

But he didn't want to resolve them right now.

Instead, he wanted to avoid them.

Just being touched like this caused such a violent reaction. If he were to truly recover his memories in the future and encounter old friends again, wouldn't his reaction be even greater? Moreover, this kind of soul-stirring sensation was almost uncontrollable.

The risk of exposure was too great.

He wasn't afraid of death. If he were, he wouldn't have plotted to go undercover as an ant. It could be said that he had been prepared to die from the very beginning, but if all this painstaking planning still couldn't achieve the goal of eradicating the demonic cult, wouldn't he die with lingering resentment!

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his heart and make the tinkling of the bell disappear from his mind.

He even activated Mu Linyuan's 'Ice-Clear Spirit Platform' mental cultivation method.

Sure enough, his thoughts slowly calmed down and became peaceful.

The office.

Before entering, Fang Che had specifically looked at the door.

'Vice President' Office.

So this Huang Yifan is the Vice President? The two people opposite are carefully watching Fang Che's reaction. Meng Hejun gave him a Soul Cleansing Art; should it have some effect? This child is digesting the benefits of the Soul Cleansing Art, right?

So the two deliberately waited for a while.

Seeing Fang Che open his eyes at this moment, they began to inquire.

"You are Fang Che?"

"Fang Che is indeed a student."

"My surname is Lu, and I am the Dean of White Cloud Martial Academy. This one you just heard is Vice President Huang Yifan."

In the Vice President's office, Fang Che was alone, facing the Vice President and the Dean.

Two cloud-level experts!

It must be said that since the establishment of White Cloud Martial Academy, Fang Che is the first to face two senior leaders alone as a new student.

And it's the first day of school for new students.

This kind of 'achievement' is probably unprecedented.

"Fang Che, seventeen years old, a collateral relative of the ninth-grade Fang Clan in Azure Wave City, father unknown; apprenticed to a wandering martial artist, Flying Saber King Sun Yuan."

Dean Lu held Fang Che's information and asked, "Is this correct?"

"It is me."

Fang Che said very relaxedly.

"In this assessment, you killed hundreds of Blood Fang Demon Wolves along the way?"

"Yes."

The Dean put down the information and said lightly, "I know your killing methods, which do not reflect your strength at all. This is also the reason I called you here."

Fang Che pondered and said, "Yes, the killing methods only reflect intelligence and wisdom. Although they are also related to strength, they cannot represent all of my strength."

He smiled and said, "But I only now realize that wisdom does not belong to strength."

"..."

The Dean's dark face became even darker.

Like iron.

Fang Che said, "Moreover, I believe that this is not the only reason why the teachers called me here."

The Dean's voice was like iron, "Then what do you think is the reason for calling you here?"

Fang Che said, "I don't know, I would like to ask the two teachers to enlighten me."

The Dean and the Vice President both had faces like iron.

Without any expression.

They never expected that this kid would be so difficult to deal with, opening his mouth and kicking the problem back like a football.

The Dean didn't know the real reason.

Although this was within his job scope, he really didn't know why Fang Che had been called over.

The Vice President beside him had a head of white hair and a thin frame, with a pair of deep-set eyes. If one were to focus on his eyes, they would discover that his gaze was like the starry sky and the vast sea, boundless and limitless.

That was... powerful mental strength.

At this moment, in the depths of his eyes as he looked at Fang Che, hidden from the perception of outsiders, was endless regret.

He was the only one in the entire White Cloud Martial Academy who had received the 'true news' about Fang Che.

Huang Yifan.

The God of Slaughter who had shaken the Northwest War Zone two hundred years ago, and also the number one expert in the current White Cloud Martial Academy. Well, apart from Meng Hejun.

Because Meng Hejun was now only an honorary President, and another position had been appointed for her.

"Fang Che, you don't need to be nervous. I called you here today just to understand the situation."

Vice President Huang Yifan said softly.

"This student is not nervous."

Fang Che said.

"Good, this is also a routine procedure of our academy. It's just that you came very early, much earlier than others, so calling you here first is also a matter of course."

Since the real reason couldn't be said, then a reason had to be found. He couldn't possibly say that he had received information that you were a spy, right?

As he spoke, Huang Yifan even used a trace of his pressure.

If reasoning didn't work, then of course he had to change his approach.

Fang Che only felt like a huge mountain was about to crash down on him.

Unlike the gentle breeze and nourishing rain from Meng Hejun at the entrance just now, Huang Yifan's side was like thunder and lightning from the start.

Fang Che was drenched in sweat and almost couldn't hold on.

He had no choice but to give in: "What the President says makes sense, this student is sincerely convinced."

"Well, next, as a student of our school, as the next generation of the continent, you must maintain purity and not allow spies from the Sole True Sect to infiltrate."

Huang Yifan maintained this level of pressure and said, "You need to answer a few questions."

Fang Che persisted in standing, sweat pouring down like rain: "Please... teacher, enlighten me."

"Why are you learning martial arts?"

Huang Yifan was very satisfied.

Under his level of mental pressure, it was impossible for this little guy to tell lies.

If this kid showed even a hint of improper thoughts, he would immediately stop, and absolutely not expose his identity, but he could justifiably cancel his extra rewards: Your mind is not right, you can't distinguish between friend and foe, with such a state of mind, the rewards will be postponed. Study hard and observe the results later.

He couldn't really be funding the enemy, right?

If he knew that this was a disciple of the One Heart Divine Sect, just because he was strong in martial arts and overwhelmed the crowd, he would reward him with the good things from his Martial Academy?

Wouldn't that be suffocating?

"Learning martial arts is for the sake of guarding." Fang Che closed his eyes, his immeasurable true spirit locked onto the Five Elements Spirit Gu, and answered according to his heart.

Then, under the other party's mental pressure, he fell into a chaotic state of mind.

"Guarding whom?"

"Guarding my parents, guarding my family, guarding my wife and children, guarding my friends, guarding my brothers, guarding my home."

"What else?"

"Guarding the continent! Guarding peace! Guarding justice! Guarding kindness!"

Huang Yifan couldn't help but let his mental pressure fluctuate.

Damn it! More standard than the standard answer! But are these words you should be saying?

Shouldn't you be talking about beheading justice and obliterating kindness? You little devil, so tough?

The Soul Cleansing Art only purifies slightly, but it can never achieve such a complete change. If he really is a little devil, a mere Soul Cleansing Art is just a drop in the bucket. It might even add fuel to the fire!

Quite stubborn! Huang Yifan slightly increased his mental pressure.

Fang Che's current mental strength couldn't resist Huang Yifan's mental pressure at all. He sat down on the ground with a pale face.

In an instant, his mind went blank, and he lost all ability to think.

Huang Yifan waved his hand, signaling for the Dean to leave.

The Dean said in a daze, "Vice President, this child is good, don't hurt his foundation."

"I know."

The Dean went out.

Then he discovered that a soundproof barrier had been set up inside immediately. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and muttered, "Such high-level treatment, could this be the Vice President's illegitimate son?"

Inside.

"What do you think, how should the Sole True Sect be dealt with?" Huang Yifan asked.

"They should be... every single one of them beheaded, every single one of them killed!" Fang Che gritted his teeth.

"Hiss..."

Huang Yifan gasped.

Too resolute.

He couldn't help but grab a strand of his beard with his hand.

He pulled it hard.

It hurt a little.

I'm not dreaming.

This is ten times the mental pressure.

If I increase the pressure any further, this kid will become an idiot.

Under this kind of pressure, even I can't tell any lies, and there's no possibility of thinking at all.

What's going on?

"Then do you think you are a member of the Sole True Sect?" Huang Yifan continued the pressure, and finally asked this question.

I don't believe it, this kid is only seventeen years old, can he really hold on like this?

Damn, even a hundred and seventy-year-old couldn't withstand it! "No!"

Fang Che was decisive.

"Are you a member of the One Heart Sect?"

"No!"

"Are you a member of the Night Demon Sect?"

"No!"

"Are you a member of the Heavenly God Sect?"

"No!"

"..."

"Are you a member of the Sole True Sect?"

"No!"

"What are your intentions in coming to White Cloud Martial Academy?"

"To learn martial arts, to kill members of the Sole True Sect in the future."

"Who are you?!"

"I am... I am a Guardian..."

Fang Che couldn't bear it and fainted.

Blood oozed from all seven orifices simultaneously, his appearance was terrible.

Across the table.

Huang Yifan sat there blankly.

His eyes were full of suspicion about life.

He could see clearly the situation just now when Fang Che was pressured into a blank mind, answering only by instinct. In this situation, even a god couldn't fake it.

Huang Yifan touched his head, grabbed his beard, and tugged.

A strand came off.

"Damn... that hurts!" Huang Yifan raised his hand, looked at the strand of gray-white beard in his hand, and grimaced.

"What the hell... is going on?!"

"This is clearly a good kid! What kind of message did that idiot send me?!"

This was the first time Huang Yifan had encountered something like this, and he was instantly a mess in the wind.

Where did things go wrong?