Even the Grandmaster Can't Save You

"Sir, we're from Holy Spirit Village. These two children are this year's Work-Study Students sent by our village."

Old Jack had naturally sensed the disdain in the young man's gaze, but he still spoke with a placating smile.

"Can a golden phoenix really rise from a chicken coop? A tiny village has people with Soul Power? Our academy hasn't had Work-Study Students in a long time. You three brazen country bumpkins aren't impostors, are you?"

The young man sneered coldly, his sarcastic tone full of mockery.

At those words, a flash of anger passed through Old Jack's eyes, but he restrained himself and silently took out the certificate Su Yuntao of Spirit Hall had given them.

"Hahaha, Innate Full Soul Power? And Blue Silver Grass? What a joke! I've been here for so many years, yet I've never seen anyone born with Innate Full Soul Power whose martial soul was the useless Blue Silver Grass. This certificate from Spirit Hall was forged by you, wasn't it? If you're going to fake something, at least make it convincing!"

The young man burst into laughter when he saw the document.

Hearing that, Old Jack clenched his lips tightly, the veins on his aged arms bulging one after another.

"Oh? There's even a letter? You want Notting Academy to test the Soul Power of this Qin Feng? And it's signed by some Holy Spirit Village committee?"

As though he could not see Old Jack trembling with rage, the young man casually opened a yellow envelope from the bag.

"This child also has Soul Power. Su Yuntao left too early at the time, so he didn't get tested. That's why we wanted to test him here at Notting Academy."

Old Jack struggled to restrain himself. It didn't matter if this old man suffered a little humiliation—everything was for these two sensible children.

"Hah, Holy Spirit Village? More like Beggar Village. You country bumpkins actually want to conduct a private test at our Notting Academy? Remember this: cow dung will always be cow dung. Even if you steam it in a pot, it won't turn into a delicacy!"

The young man narrowed his eyes and sneered disdainfully before tearing the envelope to pieces.

"You!"

Old Jack trembled all over with rage, like a boiler on the verge of exploding.

"Quit being an eyesore and get out!"

The young man stepped forward, intending to shove Old Jack to the ground.

Tang San stared at the man, the hidden arrow in his sleeve ready to fire.

At that instant, a gust of wind shot past Old Jack, and a huge black iron hammer came crashing down!

"Take this hammer, you bastard!"

It was Qin Feng. His small body leaped into the air as he swung the iron hammer at the young man!

"You're courting death!"

Seeing Qin Feng attack, the young man's face twisted viciously. He had already become an eleventh-level Spirit Master. Killing a little runt without even a Spirit Ring would be effortless.

"Xiao Feng!!"

When Old Jack saw Xiao Feng rush out, he hurriedly reached out, trying to pull Qin Feng back.

Even if Qin Feng had already advanced to a level-nine Spirit Scholar, the one facing him was a Spirit Master. The difference between them was heaven and earth.

However, he was still too late.

"Bang! Clang!"

The sound of bones breaking was especially piercing, followed the next second by the sound of an impact in the distance.

"Xiao Feng, why are you such a reckless child?!"

Old Jack collapsed onto the ground, slapping his thigh as though his soul had left his body.

He did not dare raise his head to look toward where the sound had come from. That crack of breaking bones still echoed in his heart, and he feared seeing Qin Feng torn to pieces.

To these Spirit Masters, the lives of poor people like them were as worthless as grass. Especially since Xiao Feng had attacked first, even reporting it to the Spirit Hall Branch would likely do no good.

It had only been one afternoon. How was he supposed to explain this to Tang Hao and the villagers?

Tears streamed down Old Jack's aged face. At that moment, no one could understand the utter collapse and heartbreak in his heart.

In Old Jack's eyes, Qin Feng was not only a sensible child, but also the hope of Holy Spirit Village. Now, that hope had been completely shattered.

"Grandpa Jack, Feng Ge is fine."

Tang San had never seen Old Jack like this before, crying like a child.

"Even these old ears of mine heard the sound of bones breaking clearly. How could he be fine? Xiao San, I know you're trying to comfort Grandpa. Grandpa lost his composure, but Grandpa really is heartbroken."

Old Jack sat on the ground, sighing as tears streamed down his face.

"Grandpa Jack, I'm really fine."

At that moment, Qin Feng walked over to Old Jack's side as well.

Hearing Qin Feng's voice, Old Jack raised his head in disbelief.

Seeing Qin Feng, he was both shocked and overjoyed, his face filled with incomparably complicated emotions.

"You little bastard, I'll kill you!"

At that instant, a cold roar came from behind them.

The gatekeeper from before was now walking over with a dislocated jaw and a ferocious expression.

"Xiao San, leave this to you."

Qin Feng glanced at Tang San.

"Don't worry, Feng Ge!"

Tang San nodded heavily.

Even if Qin Feng had not acted just now, he would have.

The Sleeve Arrow he had made earlier was already coated in poison. If he fired it, he was confident he could kill his opponent instantly.

"Forty-nine more hits."

Qin Feng set his iron hammer aside and stared coldly at the young man.

As long as he completed the system's mission of hammering the gatekeeper fifty times, he would receive a Mysterious Treasure Chest!

Because of the commotion, more and more people had gathered around them.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared hit me like that. You're the first."

Soul Power surged into the young man's palm, forming a Great Blade. At the same time, a white glow appeared around him.

"White with a faint yellow tint?! A ninety-nine-year Spirit Ring!"

Only a Spirit Ring that was ninety-nine years old, infinitely close to one hundred years, would show a faint yellow hue.

Old Jack was immediately terrified by the sight and hurriedly told Qin Feng to leave.

For a Spirit Scholar to face a Spirit Master using a Spirit Ring was no different from an egg striking a stone!

Qin Feng might have succeeded just now because of a surprise attack and the young man's carelessness, but this time was different.

"It's just a trash Spirit Ring that hasn't even reached a hundred years."

Qin Feng snorted disdainfully, raised his hammer, and launched into a frenzied barrage.

Everyone present watched a child shorter than the hammer's handle carry the hammer and chase after a nearly grown young man, pounding him relentlessly.

Although the young man had the power of his Spirit Ring assisting him, for some reason, that power seemed unable to exert any force at all.

"What's going on?"

Just then, a man dressed in black appeared at the entrance to Notting Academy.

"Grandmaster."

The others from Notting Academy immediately bowed to the man.

"Grandmaster, these country bumpkins pretended to be Work-Study Students to sneak into Notting Academy. After being exposed, they flew into a rage and beat up the gatekeeper."

A young man stepped forward and said.

"You're lying! That man was the one who looked down on us for coming from a village. He tore up the village's letter and even tried to push Grandpa Jack down and drive us away."

Tang San glared furiously as he retorted. He refused to believe that such a large Notting Academy did not have even one reasonable person.

"Stop."

After taking a look, the man shouted in a deep voice toward Qin Feng and the gatekeeper, who were still tangled up in the distance.

"Grandmaster, it's not that I don't want to stop. It's this brat who keeps clinging to me!"

The young man's face was bruised and swollen, his jaw dislocated, and his words leaked air as he spoke.

"Now, even the Grandmaster can't save you. This is the forty-eighth hit. This one is for Old Jack!"

Veins bulged across Qin Feng's small hand, and the air itself began to hum.

This update was half an hour late because the author really wrote himself to the brink today. Still, it's finally done. This chapter was an extra update for the adorable reader "Buffering 99%" for their reward. Everyone is welcome to send more rewards—the author will add extra chapters later based on the number of rewards~~~