Youyue's mind raced as she considered how to respond. After a moment, she suddenly exclaimed, " Vice Dean Long, even if you do this, the vice deans of the other departments won't agree!"
"Hehe."
Long Qingcang sneered, "Is that so?"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky, "Aren't you coming out yet?"
Click!
Just as everyone was wondering, the spacetime in the air suddenly cracked and shattered, and then three figures emerged from the crack.
They were an elderly man, a middle-aged man, and an elderly woman.
The old man's face was etched with the marks of time, and a barely perceptible glint of light flickered in his eyes.
The middle-aged man had a dignified expression, a square face, and a tall stature, exuding a strong sense of oppression.
The old woman was hunched over, her face lined with wrinkles like a dried-up riverbed, and with each step she took, she exuded a suffocating aura.
Looking at the three of them, Youyue frowned slightly, a bad premonition rising in her heart. "Three vice deans, you've come at the right time. Vice Dean Long is trying to seize my master's position. I request that you three deans take him down!"
That's right, all three of them are vice deans of the academy.
The old man was Qian Boyong, the vice president of the Alchemy Institute.
The middle-aged man was Chen Hui, the vice dean of the Artifact Institute!
The old woman was Zhou Cui, the Formation Institute!
The three vice deans glanced at Youyue, but made no move, remaining standing still.
Youyue's expression darkened, and she said, "Does this mean that the three vice deans will be treated the same way as Vice Dean Long?"
"Well."
Qian Boyong, the Alchemy Institute, sighed softly and then said, " Youyue, I'm sorry, I had no choice."
The remaining two vice deans remained silent.
Youyue gritted her teeth and said angrily, "You have truly disappointed our master!"
Chen Hui, the Artifact Institute, said impatiently, "Shut the hell up."
He looked at Long Qingcang, "What are you going to do next?"
Long Qingcang smiled. "Of course, I'll summon all the disciples of the academy and announce that from this day forward, I am the dean of the academy."
Zhou Cui, the Formation Institute, closed her eyes slightly and said, "Hurry up."
Long Qingcang smiled and then said, "All academy disciples, assemble at the plaza immediately!"
The sound contained an extremely powerful force, and it spread throughout the entire academy in an instant.
All the disciples of the Yingtian Academy frowned slightly, their eyes filled with doubt. Nevertheless, they put aside what they were doing and headed towards the square.
Before long, all the academy's disciples had gathered in the entire square.
Everyone was shocked by what was happening in the arena, completely bewildered by what had just transpired.
Long Qingcang looked at everyone in the room, a smile on his face, and then said, "I hereby declare that from this day forward, I am the Dean of the Yingtian Academy. Do you have any objections?"
Upon hearing this, the entire square fell silent instantly, as if even the air itself had frozen.
Each disciple stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.
Someone couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap, is Vice Dean Long trying to seize the dean's position? That's insane!"
Another person shook their head and said, "I saw it a long time ago, but I wasn't sure before. To be honest, I really didn't expect that Vice Dean Long would actually dare to seize the position of Dean. And judging from the looks of it, the Alchemy Institute, the Artifact Institute, and the Formation Institute are all on Vice Dean Long's side."
One of the male disciples said solemnly, "Haven't they considered what to do if the Dean returns?"
A female disciple said, " Vice Dean Long is quite strong, a Late-stage Immortal Emperor. He should be able to fight the Dean."
A young disciple said, "Sigh, this is really crazy. What should we do next?"
Upon hearing this, some disciples' eyes gleamed, and some even seemed eager to try.
At this moment, a disciple suddenly bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Dean!"
Seeing this, the remaining disciples no longer hesitated, and they all clasped their hands in greeting, saying respectfully, "Greetings, Dean!"
Surprisingly, 70% of the disciples in the arena chose to support Long Qingcang's ascension to the throne!
The remaining 30% of disciples had complex and worried expressions on their faces, indicating that they did not want to support Long Qingcang.
Youyue's face turned ugly, and she gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Our master raised you, and yet you treat her like this? Where is your conscience?"
His tone was filled with disappointment!
Seventy percent of the disciples lowered their heads and chose to remain silent.
Although they were very grateful for the Yingtian Academy, they were just ordinary disciples. What else could they do but choose to support Long Qingcang?
Choosing to oppose Long Qingcang?
Isn't that suicidal?
You should know that Long Qingcang is a Immortal Emperor!
Would they dare disobey the words of a Immortal Emperor?
However, they knew full well that their decision was indeed unethical, so no one refuted Youyue; instead, they all remained silent.
Long Qingcang turned to look at Youyue, his face cold. "You talk too much."
As soon as she finished speaking, Youyue felt an incredibly terrifying force rushing towards her. In an instant, she was thrown away by this force and crashed heavily to the ground. Her face turned pale, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
But there was still no fear in her eyes, only intense anger and resentment.
Master, please come back quickly!
Otherwise, your position will really change hands!
Long Qingcang glanced coldly at Youyue, "I'll deal with you later."
After speaking, he slowly turned his head to look at the 30% of disciples who did not support him, his face showing indifference.
Upon seeing Long Qingcang's gaze, the three disciples of the academy turned deathly pale, their bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes were filled with terror.
Long Qingcang said indifferently, "I'll give you one more chance."
The disciples of Sancheng Academy were immediately caught in a dilemma.
In the end, some people couldn't resist Long Qingcang's imposing presence and chose to support him.
Now, only 10% of the disciples remain who have not chosen to support Long Qingcang.
Although these disciples were afraid, their eyes shone with an unprecedented determination, their gazes gleaming with an indomitable light—a steadfast commitment to their beliefs.
And these disciples were all students from the Literary Institute.
The Dean of the Literary Institute had told them that one should not forget one's roots, much less be ungrateful. It was the Dean who provided such a good learning environment; if they chose to betray him, what difference would they make from animals?
"Hehe."
Looking at the disciples of the Literary Institute, Long Qingcang smiled coldly, and a killing intent spread from his body, instantly enveloping the disciples.
How could these students of the Literary Institute possibly withstand this killing intent?
Their bodies trembled and their expressions were filled with fear, but they still had no intention of surrendering!
Long Qingcang coldly said, "Since that's the case, then you may all die."
All the students of the Literary Institute closed their eyes slightly, awaiting their death.
Even if they die today, they will never support Long Qingcang!
"Interesting."
Just as Long Qingcang about to make his move, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly rang out, instantly reaching everyone's ears...