Xue Beng's Provocation? Han Yu: Even If Your Father Xue Ye Came, He Wouldn't Dare Speak to Me Like That!

"One or two years?"

Han Yu shook his head and chuckled softly:

"Ling Tian Sect is in need of people right now. I don't have that much time to wait for you to cultivate slowly."

As his words fell, Han Yu flipped his wrist, and a purple-red ganoderma emitting a faint fragrance appeared in his palm.

"This is a Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma."

Han Yu held the ganoderma out before Ye Lingling and said calmly:

"Though it does not count as a true Immortal Herb, it is still a top-grade treasure for strengthening one's foundation and nourishing one's essence.

Once you consume it, it will greatly shorten your cultivation time, allowing you to cross the gap of these five levels in a short period and reach the level-forty bottleneck."

Feeling the pure medicinal power radiating from the ganoderma, Ye Lingling's cool face showed emotion once more, and even her breathing quickened slightly.

"This... such a precious medicinal herb, you're just giving it to me?"

Dugu Yan smiled at the side and urged her:

"Lingling, just take it.

The Sect Master's always generous. As long as you sincerely serve the sect, you definitely won't lack benefits."

"Now that you've agreed to serve the sect, what does something like this amount to?"

Han Yu waved his hand indifferently.

"Take it.

Refine it tonight. Once you reach level forty, I'll personally take you to hunt that soul beast and completely break the fate of your Ye Family!"

Ye Lingling took a deep breath, received the Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma solemnly with both hands, then lowered her head and gave Han Yu a deep bow.

"Thank you for the medicine, Sect Master!

Lingling will not disappoint you!"

Just as the three were preparing to leave the Mimicry Training Area, a burst of disorderly footsteps sounded.

"Oh? Who do we have here? Aren't these the two flowers of our Imperial Fighting Team?"

A somewhat frivolous, lecherous voice rang out.

Xue Beng swaggered over along the path with several lackeys in tow.

His gaze swept back and forth across Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling before finally fixing firmly on Han Yu, a trace of undisguised jealousy flashing in his eyes.

All these years, in order to survive under Qian Renxue's watch, he had constantly pretended to be a wastrel.

But after wearing a mask for too long, it had become part of his face.

Years of indulgence and pretense had also stained his bones with genuine arrogance and tyranny.

Now, seeing the academy's two most unapproachable beauties obediently gathered around an unfamiliar youth,

the Evil Fire in Xue Beng's heart instantly flared up.

"Yanyan, Lingling."

Xue Beng raised his chin, his gaze provocative as he looked at Han Yu.

"You two usually can't even be bothered to acknowledge this prince. Why are you hanging around some pretty boy who knows where today?"

As he spoke, Xue Beng casually waved his hand.

The noble lackeys beside him immediately understood. They swarmed forward and blocked Han Yu and the two women in the middle of the path.

Dugu Yan's face darkened. She stepped forward to stand in front of Han Yu and shouted coldly:

"Xue Beng, are you itching for a beating?

Take your people and get lost right now!

Don't stand here and make an eyesore of yourselves!"

"Yanyan, don't be so hot-tempered."

Xue Beng smiled with feigned elegance, but his gaze passed over Dugu Yan and bore straight into Han Yu.

"Kid, you look unfamiliar.

You dare come to Heaven Dou Royal Academy to chase girls without even asking whose territory this is?

The women this prince has taken a liking to are not for you to touch."

A trace of disgust flashed through Ye Lingling's cool eyes. She moved closer to Han Yu and said icily:

"Xue Beng, please show some respect."

Seeing both women defend Han Yu, Xue Beng's jealousy deepened, and his expression darkened as well.

Han Yu stood with his hands behind his back. He did not even spare Xue Beng a proper glance, merely tilting his head slightly as he asked in an even tone:

"Yanyan, is this one of those noble brats you mentioned who idle away their days at the academy?"

"Reporting to Sect Master, he is."

Dugu Yan made no attempt to hide the disdain in her eyes.

"His name is Xue Beng, the Fourth Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire.

He loafs around all day, bullies others with his status, and is a complete waste.

Other than stirring up trouble, he can do nothing."

Upon hearing the word "waste," Xue Beng's face instantly turned the color of liver.

Though he had always deliberately acted like a waste, being insulted to his face like this

made the pride of the royal family and the spoiled temper he had cultivated over the years erupt at once.

"Outrageous!"

Xue Beng pointed at Dugu Yan and cursed:

"Dugu Yan, don't think I'm afraid of you just because your grandfather is Poison Douluo!

This is Heaven Dou Royal Academy, royal territory!"

Then he pointed viciously at Han Yu.

"And you, you arrogant brat! You dare put on airs before this prince?

You lot, get him!

Strip this kid naked and throw him out of the academy. Teach him a lesson!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The noble lackeys immediately cracked their knuckles and approached Han Yu with ferocious grins.

Seeing the noble brats closing in, a cold glint flashed through Dugu Yan's eyes, and the powerful Soul Power of a level-forty Soul Ancestor suddenly erupted from her body.

"You're courting death!"

Just as she was about to summon her Martial Soul, a fair, slender hand gently pressed down on her shoulder.

"Stand down."

Han Yu's tone was calm, and he did not even raise his eyelids.

"They're only stray cats and dogs. You needn't dirty your hands on my behalf."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Dugu Yan immediately withdrew her Soul Power and respectfully stepped back behind Han Yu.

Seeing this, the noble lackeys assumed Han Yu was afraid and laughed even more wildly.

"Kid, you know fear now? Too late!"

The lackey at the front threw a punch at Han Yu's face.

Han Yu still stood with his hands behind his back. Only when the fist was about to strike him did his gaze turn slightly cold.

"Get lost."

The light, airy word left Han Yu's mouth.

Immediately afterward, a terrifying pressure, almost tangible, exploded outward from Han Yu!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Without even releasing his Martial Soul, with nothing but the shockwave of his aura,

those noble lackeys were struck as though by lightning and simultaneously sprayed blood from their mouths.

Like tattered sacks, they were sent flying over ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground, where they wailed without end.

The entire area fell silent.

The smug smile on Xue Beng's face instantly froze, and a flash of unconcealable horror crossed his eyes.

He might have been a wastrel, but he still had some discernment.

To instantly defeat several Soul Grandmasters with aura alone—this person's strength was unquestionably unfathomable!

"Y-you... who exactly are you?!"

Xue Beng instinctively retreated two steps, pointing at Han Yu while putting on a fierce front despite his fear.

"I'm the Fourth Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire!

You dare attack my people at the Royal Academy? This is a provocation against the entire royal family!"

"Provoking the royal family?"

As if he had heard some joke, Han Yu slowly walked toward Xue Beng, a teasing curve lifting at the corner of his mouth.

"Xue Beng, there should be limits to playing the fool.

Do you really think that just because you're wearing the skin of a wastrel, you can bite people everywhere?"

At those words, Xue Beng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart pounded wildly.

He saw through my disguise?!

How is that possible?!

"Y-you... what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Xue Beng forced himself to remain calm, gritting his teeth as he said:

"If you dare touch a single hair on me, my father and the Royal Knights will never let you off!"

Han Yu stopped and looked down at him from above, his eyes filled with indifference.

"Using Xue Ye to threaten me?

Forget an insignificant Fourth Prince like you—even if your father were standing here himself, he wouldn't dare speak to me in that tone."

"Y-you..."

The coldness in Han Yu's eyes sent a chill through Xue Beng's entire body, and his legs began to tremble beyond his control.