Leave It to Time

None of those people survived. Although some of the people from the Spirit Hall were injured, none of them were in mortal danger.

Those with minor injuries began cleaning up the battlefield. This was Wang Feng's order, a final show of respect for the enemies who had helped him grow. Of course, the hatred wouldn't simply disappear.

"You're being far too reckless! You're just a Soul Grandmaster, yet you're attacking Soul Ancestor Master. Do you even realize the potential harm this could cause you?"

Yue Guan stood beside Wang Feng and said with some displeasure, but he was actually happy. Wang Feng's ability to kill a Soul Ancestor with all his might was enough to show how terrifying Wang Feng's combat power was.

This reminded him of that terrifying guy who wielded the Clear Sky Hammer back then; he saw even more terrifying combat power in Wang Feng than that guy.

"Uncle Yue, don't worry! I know what I'm doing." Wang Feng grinned, feeling quite touched, perhaps because he had just been ambushed.

"Alright, let's get them back to normal! We'll set off as soon as they're done packing, lest something unexpected happens."

Yue Guan glanced around with a gloomy face. Only after repeatedly confirming that there was no one there did he feel relieved. He then looked at Su Yang.

The bodies were quickly piled up and burned.

Wang Feng opened his eyes and looked at the raging fire, his brows furrowing slightly. This was the world of Soul Master, filled with struggles between life and death.

However, he didn't feel sorry for these people. Everyone has their own ending, and when you choose to take that step, the ending may have already been determined.

"Uncle Yue, do you have any clues about what forces these people belong to?" Wang Feng turned to look at Yue Guan, his eyes cold.

"We haven't found any useful clues yet." Yue Guan shook his head, glanced at the campfire, and added, "Don't worry, we'll find out. We'll handle these things; you don't need to get involved. Just focus on your cultivation."

"Is Uncle Yue afraid of ruining my reputation?" Wang Feng joked.

"You'll still be staying at the Holy Academy for a while, and besides, you're still young and your strength isn't high yet, so there's no need to worry about some things too much."

"Let's leave the future for later! Some things aren't about right or wrong, just do them, and leave the rest to time! On our way! Back to the Holy Academy."

Wang Feng stood up, chuckled, turned, and stepped into the carriage. Yue Guan and Wang Feng followed him into the carriage, and the group set off again for the Holy Academy.

Inside the inner court meeting room of the Holy Academy, all the academy's high-ranking officials were gathered.

In front of them was a stone tablet projected from Soul Power, its surface densely covered with writing.

This is the Inner Court's Holy Ranking, listing the Holy Ranking of the Inner Court students, totaling one hundred people.

Tang San remains in first place, while Wang Feng is in ninety-fourth.

In the long silence of the conference room, someone suddenly spoke up, "Dean, I remember that before the assessment began, some members of the Spirit Hall promised that if Wang Feng's ranking couldn't break into the top fifty, he would be expelled. He's currently ranked ninety-fourth. Shouldn't the Dean issue the order?"

The speaker was a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Those who had previously been very flattering of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan suddenly fell silent today and did not follow suit.

This displeased the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members. They glanced at the others but didn't say anything.

Yu Xiaogang glanced at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members, then frowned and looked at the Spirit Hall members.

The four people from the Spirit Hall remained calm, revealing nothing about their expressions.

They seemed to have nothing to say, waiting for Yu Xiaogang, or perhaps they simply didn't care.

Yu Xiaogang's expression was somewhat grim. After hesitating for a long time, he finally looked at everyone and said, "Although Wang Feng failed to enter the top fifty of the Holy Ranking, I think you have all seen his talent. Expelling someone like him would be a great loss to the Holy Academy."

"What do you mean? You want to keep him here?" A member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan frowned and stared at Yu Xiaogang, asking with a grim expression.

Yu Xiaogang nodded and said in a deep voice, "Wang Feng's future achievements are limitless. Once he grows up, he will definitely bring great benefits to our Holy Academy."

"You!" The man stood up angrily, wanting to loudly question Yu Xiaogang whether he was still a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But not daring to do so, he turned and left.

The remaining two members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan also left. Yu Xiaogang glanced at them helplessly. He also wanted to expel Wang Feng. Although he had to admire Wang Feng's talent, he understood that the existence of someone like Wang Feng would only affect his dignity as the dean of the Holy Academy.

But there was no other way. The Spirit Hall said that if Wang Feng couldn't stay at the Holy Academy, then since the Spirit Hall could establish the Holy Academy, it could also disband Holy Academy. So Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to compromise.

"Alright, is there anything else, everyone? If not, you can all leave now!" Yu Xiaogang glanced at the crowd and said listlessly.

No one spoke, but everyone stood up at the same time, nodded to Yu Xiaogang, and then left one after another.

The outer courtyard, outside the main gate.

Upon learning of Wang Feng and his group's return, the head of the outer academy immediately arranged for people to welcome them, a scene that attracted many students from the outer academy to gather around and watch.

The moment Wang Feng led Su Yang off the carriage, the students from the outer academy learned of Su Yang's identity for the first time.

"Holy Son."

When the head of the foreign language department saw that Wang Feng was alright, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that if anything had happened to Wang Feng, he would be held responsible.

Wang Feng nodded and asked the man, "Has the inner court assessment ended?"

"Your Highness, the inner court's assessment concluded three days ago."

Whose team won first place?

Tang San.

"Tang San, it really is him." Wang Feng smiled slightly, becoming increasingly interested in Tang San. He really wanted to know just how strong Tang San would be when he started cultivating the Clear Sky Hammer.

"What about my junior sisters? What place did they get?"

Second place.

"You mean your junior sister and the other six made it to the finals, but lost to Tang San and his group?" Wang Feng was somewhat surprised. It wasn't that he looked down on Qian Renxue and the others, but teamwork was indeed a problem, especially with six people.

"Yes," the man replied with a smile.

"Looks like I underestimated them!"

Wang Feng smiled and shook his head. He had thought that without him, they might have had a hard time getting into the later stages of the assessment, but he hadn't expected them to make it all the way to the finals.

Although they were defeated by Tang San, they proved their terrifying strength, especially considering they were a temporary team and were missing one person.

"Alright, I'll leave Su Yang in your care from now on."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, this is what I should do."

Wang Feng nodded, but didn't say much more. There was no need for kind words; they would only make things worse.

Wang Feng led Su Yang into the courtyard, while Yue Guan stared at the guards and said coldly, "The matter of the Holy Son must not be spread, or you will die, understand?"

"Clear."

The dozen or so people spoke respectfully.