System Reward: Miscellaneous Knowledge

Under normal circumstances, Chen Fan would have chosen to increase his Soul Ring Years without hesitation. That was something money could not buy, the most precious foundation in the world of Soul Masters.

But when he saw the fourth option, his heart stirred.

With a slight thought, he opened the details for "Miscellaneous Knowledge."

Sure enough!

Among the many categories, one entry stood out clearly—[Spirit Power Detoxification Related Knowledge].

Chen Fan's breathing stopped for a moment.

Should he choose this?

Looking at Dugu Yan crying her eyes out not far away, a thought began to grow wildly in his mind.

If he wanted to salvage the situation, he could only start with what she cared about most.

As descendants of a Titled Douluo, the Dugu Family might not think much of ordinary rare treasures.

But detoxification... perhaps that was an opportunity.

Back when he was with Ning Rongrong, trying to focus on detoxification with those pitiful task rewards had been nothing but a fantasy.

But now, as long as he stayed with Na'er and farmed tasks like crazy, perhaps one day even the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's potent poison within Dugu Bo could be cured!

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated.

"I choose Detoxification Knowledge!"

The instant his words fell, a vast, profound flood of information poured into his mind.

The value of this knowledge was no less than increasing Soul Ring Years!

Chen Fan gave Na'er a reassuring smile and said softly, "I have a way to resolve the current predicament."

With that, he released Na'er's hand and strode directly toward Dugu Yan.

The moment he moved, he immediately drew everyone's attention.

When Dugu Yan saw him approaching, she reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling as she demanded shrilly, "What are you doing?! You beat Tianheng into this state—what more do you want?"

The students below the stage looked at Chen Fan with increasingly strange expressions.

No one dared step forward to stop him. The terrifying might of his one-move defeat of Yu Tianheng was still vivid in their minds.

But in their hearts, they had already branded Chen Fan as someone who bullied others with his power.

"Isn't this too much? It wasn't enough to injure Captain Yu Tianheng—now he wants to humiliate Senior Dugu Yan too?"

Within the crowd, Aosile was completely stunned.

He had intended to use this chance to undermine Xue Qinghe's prestige, yet he had ended up losing more than he gained and made Chen Fan famous in a single battle instead.

What made him feel even more guilty was that, seeing Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan in such miserable states, he could not help feeling that he had caused all of this.

The Imperial Fighting Team had trained and fought together. They ate and lived together every day, and their bond ran deep.

Yu Tianheng was his captain, while Dugu Yan was the "Sister Yanzi" everyone protected.

Now, the captain's life and death were uncertain, and Sister Yanzi was heartbroken beyond measure.

Aosile clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

No!

He had caused this disaster, so he had to bear it himself!

He suddenly gritted his teeth, shoved aside the crowd before him, and rushed toward the arena.

"Stop!"

With a furious roar, Aosile shot onto the arena like the wind, spreading his arms to block Chen Fan from Dugu Yan.

"Chen Fan! You won! Please show mercy and stop making things difficult for Sister Yanzi!"

Before his words had even faded, the other members of the Imperial Fighting Team below the arena came to their senses. Soul Power surged from each of them as they leaped onto the arena.

The two brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, used Martial Soul Possession, their muscular bodies turning into a solid barrier.

Yu Feng's figure flickered as he landed beside Aosile, his expression grave.

Holding the Nine Heart Begonia, Ye Lingling, though she was a Support System Soul Master, also stood firmly among the team without backing down.

Other than the unconscious Yu Tianheng, the entire Imperial Fighting Team had assembled, assuming a stance as though they were prepared to fight Chen Fan to the death.

Chen Fan halted, looking at the inexplicable formation before him with speechless frustration.

He sighed inwardly.

What is all this?

"I mean no harm," Chen Fan said calmly. "I came to Dugu Yan because I want her to introduce me to her grandfather, Senior Dugu Bo."

He had originally planned to find a chance to speak with her in private.

But with the situation so tense, if he did not explain himself now, they might truly have to fight another battle.

However, his explanation did not make the Imperial Fighting Team lower their guard.

Aosile looked unconvinced. "Meet Senior Dugu? You injured Tianheng, and now you want to meet Sister Yanzi's grandfather? Who knows what you're plotting!"

"That's right!" Supporting Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan glared at Chen Fan with resentment. "Our Dugu Family does not welcome you!"

The atmosphere froze once more.

At that moment, a gentle yet authoritative voice came from below the arena.

"Everyone, stop."

The crowd followed the voice and saw that Xue Qinghe had somehow arrived at the edge of the arena.

Her gaze swept across the members of the Imperial Fighting Team before finally settling on Chen Fan.

"Brother Chen Fan means no harm. I can vouch for him."

His Highness the Crown Prince had personally stepped forward to guarantee him!

Aosile and the others exchanged looks. No matter how impulsive they were, they did not dare openly defy the heir to the Heaven Dou Empire.

The taut tension finally began to ease.

The confrontation came to an end.

With the disturbance settled, Chen Fan looked at Dugu Yan again, preparing to speak.

"You hurt Tianheng, and you still expect me to help you?" Dugu Yan spoke first, staring hatefully at Chen Fan as she looked at the frost-black mark on Yu Tianheng's chest. "Dream on!"

Her tone was sharp and aggressive.

Before Chen Fan could respond, Na'er beside him suddenly darkened her gaze.

"You actually dare speak to Chen Fan like that?"

Na'er's voice was very light, yet it carried bone-piercing coldness.

The moment her words fell, an invisible murderous aura spread from her body.

There were no Spirit Power Fluctuations, nor did she release any overwhelming aura.

But the instant Dugu Yan met Na'er's violet eyes, she felt as though an invisible giant hand had seized her heart, and her breathing abruptly stopped.

It was a tremor originating from the depths of her soul, as if she were not facing a maiden, but an ancient Fierce Beast ready to devour its prey.

All her earlier arrogance vanished in that single glance.

Dugu Yan opened her mouth, yet she could not say a single word. She stood there completely stunned.

Sensing the shift in Na'er's emotions, Chen Fan gently patted the back of her hand, signaling for her to calm down.

He knew that there was no way to continue this conversation today.

"We're leaving."

Chen Fan took Na'er's hand and turned to walk off the arena.

Before leaving, he glanced at the system prompt in his mind.

[Time until the next task: three days.]

Afterward, Chen Fan specifically sought out Xue Qinghe.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for helping us out earlier."

Xue Qinghe wore a gentle smile. "Brother Chen Fan, you are too polite. It was merely a small effort."

Afterward, Chen Fan thanked the Three Committee Members as well, thanking them for stepping in to mediate earlier.

By the time the formalities were over, night had already fallen.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

A secluded pavilion on the Back Mountain of the Royal Academy.