The Crisis at Jia Nan Academy

For more than a hundred years, Jia Nan Academy had never been invaded. Yet today, a group of people had barged in, all of them powerful experts. There were forty-three of them in total, all floating in the air.

At the forefront stood a rather handsome man in blue robes. He looked no more than thirty, his slightly thin lips pressed tightly together, giving him a cold and stern air. Yet it was precisely this that lent him a peculiar charm.

His long black hair hung to his shoulders, and his body seemed to constantly carry a peculiar medicinal fragrance that made people unable to resist drawing close. Embroidered upon his blue alchemist robes was an ancient cauldron emblem, with six golden lines above it.

In the alchemy world, an emblem with six golden lines could generally only be worn by a sixth-tier alchemist. In the Black-Corner Region, there was only one person with such alchemy skills. Furthermore, a finely embroidered "Feng" character adorned the back of his robes.

This person was undoubtedly Han Feng, the Medicine Emperor of the Black-Corner Region.

Behind him were fourteen or fifteen Dou Emperor experts, while the rest were all Dou Wangs above the seventh star. Such a lineup made everyone in the academy pale. Even the Grand Elder was deeply alarmed. Jia Nan Academy had always been wary of Han Feng and had secretly kept close watch on his affairs, but today's situation had exceeded his expectations.

What unsettled him even more was that battle had also erupted at the Outer Academy, and it was a great battle between Dou Zong experts.

"Hehe, I never thought Fallen Heart Flame was truly hidden within Jia Nan Academy. Grand Elder Su Qian, you've kept it well concealed," Han Feng said with a hearty laugh as