Ever since the School of the Emperor Star took over, Donghai Academy had been firmly controlled by the Emperor Star school.
But as the best place to cultivate in the East Sea Prefecture, people from all over the prefecture would still gather here.
Inside the academy, the youths were full of energy. Many were also discussing the Nandou clan. Donghai City actually had a Noble Plane, which made the younger generation yearn for it.
At this time, a group of people with extraordinary auras appeared outside Donghai Academy. They walked into the academy. It was Ye Futian's group.
Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu, Yu Sheng, Yi Qingxuan, Tang Wan, and the others walked in front. Stepping into this familiar place, they felt that things were still the same but people were different. Two years ago, they were still cultivating here but it seemed like a long time ago. It was even a little strange.
Yi Xiang, Hua Fengliu, Nandou Wenyin, and Tang Lan were also very emotional. They used to be part of Donghai Academy. Yi Xiang was the headmaster of the School of the Finance Star. Hua Fengliu and Nandou Wenyin used to cultivate in the School of the Emperor Star and Tang Lan.
But was Donghai Academy still the same as it used to be?
Ye Futian's group was too outstanding. They immediately attracted the attention of the disciples.
Especially Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu at the front. Their looks were too enchanting. These people couldn't be disciples of Donghai Academy.
Just then, a disciple around 18 years old walked over. Seeing Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu's group, his eyes froze.
"Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu." He stopped and murmured, "Headmaster Yi."
Then he suddenly turned and ran into the distance. Instantly, the news of Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu's group's return shocked the entire academy. Even the young people were shocked after knowing who they were. Were these the people who'd caused such an uproar in the Nandou Nation? They'd walked out of Donghai Academy.
After a while, some elders arrived. Seeing Yi Xiang and Hua Fengliu's group, they took a deep breath.
"Yi Xiang," someone called.
"Where's Yan Shao?" Yi Xiang asked directly.
"Why did you come back?" someone asked.
"Let's go to the School of the Emperor Star," Ye Futian said coldly. The group continued forward.
When they arrived at the School of the Emperor Star, many disciples had already descended the mountain. They looked at Ye Futian's group coldly. Of course, there was also a faint sense of caution.
"What about Yan Shao?" Ye Futian asked. "Is my grandmaster buried in the School of the Emperor Star?"
Back then, he had warned Yan Shao to bury his grandmaster in the School of the Emperor Star. Otherwise, the School of the Emperor Star would die with him.
"The School of the Emperor Star is not a graveyard," someone said coldly.
"So you're saying that my grandmaster is not buried in the School of the Emperor Star?" Ye Futian's tone grew cold. He stepped forward.
"Ye Futian, Nandou Tai has already entered the Noble Plane. I advise you to leave," someone said.
"Nandou Tai, a noble?" Ye Futian scoffed. Looking at Yi Xiang, he said, "Back then, grandmaster's death was caused by Minister Hua and Nandou Tai, right?"
"Yes." Yi Xiang nodded.
"Alright, Nandou Tai will die with you," Ye Futian said indifferently. The cultivators of the School of the Emperor Star shuddered.
Yi Xiang stepped forward and a strong pressure spread out. Looking at the people of the School of the Emperor Star, he asked, "Where is Elder Qin buried?"
Feeling Yi Xiang's pressure, the people of the School of the Emperor Star paled but still didn't speak.
"Bang." Yi Xiang took a step forward and punched. In an instant, thousands of fist shadows appeared. The people in front of him were shocked and wanted to resist, but there was only a loud rumbling sound. Many people were sent flying, coughing up blood. Their faces were pale as they stared at Yi Xiang. The Headmaster of the Finance Star School, Yi Xiang, was getting stronger and stronger.
"Where?" Yi Xiang stepped forward.
"After Elder Qin died, the School of the Emperor Star discussed how to bury him. The School of the Emperor Star is a place of cultivation and naturally can't bury people. They cremated Elder Qin's body and placed his ashes in the place where he used to live. That wouldn't be a disgrace to him," someone said.
"Ashes." Ye Futian smiled. His smile was a little sad. His figure flashed and he stepped into the air. Hua Jieyu followed him to the place where Hua Jieyu used to live. It was also where Elder Qin used to live.
When they arrived at Elder Qin's old residence, there were many weeds. No one took care of the dilapidated courtyard. It had even been sealed up. No one cared.
In the old house where Elder Qin used to live, there was an urn.
Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu stood before the urn, feeling a little sad.
Tears fell from Hua Jieyu's beautiful eyes. She whispered, "Grandmaster."
Ye Futian's eyes were also a little red. He still remembered when Elder Qin taught him how to play the guqin here. That kind old man's smile was so kind.
That morning, the old man saw him and Hua Jieyu together and wished them to love each other as much as they did when they were young.
Ye Futian thought of the Nandou Clan's Chaotic Nation. Although the old man was in his twilight years, he played a sonorous song that would last forever. But after he died, he was placed here all alone.
Thinking of this, Ye Futian felt sad.
In the School of the Emperor Star, the old man lay there quietly. Perhaps even the students of Donghai Academy didn't know of his existence.
Ye Futian knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the dusty urn. When his head hit the ground, there was a clear sound.
Hua Jieyu knelt with tears in her eyes and also kowtowed to the old man.
Then Hua Fengliu and Nandou Wenyin also walked up and knelt. This was their teacher.
"Grandmaster, you like the School of the Emperor Star, so I will let you stay here. Although you like peace and quiet, I don't want you to be so lonely after you leave. So, I will do some things for you. Grandmaster, please don't blame me." Ye Futian raised his head and looked at the old man's urn.
"Donghai Academy should not forget such a senior." Yi Xiang also supported Ye Futian. Although Elder Qin didn't care about fame, he wouldn't have studied the guqin alone in the School of the Emperor Star. But they couldn't bear to see the old man so miserable after he left.
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded. Then, he stood up and walked out. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
He rose into the air and flew towards the center of the School of the Emperor Star. The Silver Snow Guards followed behind him. The group came to the top of the glorious School of the Emperor Star. Below them was a straight staircase that led all the way to the bottom of the school.
"Ye Futian, how dare you!" Seeing Ye Futian's rudeness, many people from the School of the Emperor Star scolded him coldly.
"I'll give you an hour. All of you, scram. After today, the School of the Emperor Star will no longer exist," Ye Futian said coldly. His voice traveled into the distance. Countless people's hearts trembled.
Once, when Ye Futian was young, he blocked the School of the Emperor Star and played the General's Command. Everyone had seen his unparalleled talent.
Today, he stood on the roof of the School of the Emperor Star and announced that from today on, there would be no more School of the Emperor Star.
"Arrogant." An Arcana Plane cultivator stepped out. However, Yinjiu glanced at him. Yinjiu released his noble level ice will. With just a glance, the Arcana Plane cultivator stopped in the air. Then, the surrounding ice and snow covered his body. He turned into an ice sculpture and stopped in the air just like that.
A crisp sound rang out. The ice sculpture exploded, and the body was crushed into pieces.
In an instant, the gazes of everyone on the School of the Emperor Star froze. Their faces paled.
Nine cultivators stood behind Ye Futian. A terrifying coldness emanated from them. It was the aura of the Noble Plane. Nine Nobles.
"Freeze the School of the Emperor Star," Ye Futian said coldly. The nine Nobles stepped out and walked in different directions. An extreme coldness enveloped the entire School of the Emperor Star. Snow floated in the air. Every snowflake carried a bone-chilling coldness.
When the snowflakes landed on the cultivators of the Emperor Star, they actually felt the coldness seep into their bones.
Soon, it snowed in the School of the Emperor Star. The sky was covered in snow.
"So cold." The disciples of the School of the Emperor Star all shivered. Even those who were cultivating stopped in the cold and walked out.
Then, the cultivators of the Emperor Star all descended the mountain.
"Go to the Nandou Clan and inform the headmaster," someone said. The snow was getting heavier and colder.
Below the School of the Emperor Star, the disciples of Donghai Academy all rushed over. Looking up at the falling snow, they all felt a terrifying coldness.
Gradually, the School of the Emperor Star seemed to be covered in a layer of silver. It became crystal clear.
"This …" The disciples of Donghai Academy were shocked.
Was he going to freeze the School of the Emperor Star?
This was crazy!
Ye Futian stood at the peak of the School of the Emperor Star. Around him, endless ice and snow danced, turning into a snowman. Then, he used Spiritual Qi as a sword and started carving in the snow.
He closed his eyes. The image of the old man playing the guqin was imprinted in his mind. The sword danced continuously and the snow filled the sky.
Gradually, a statue of an old man sitting cross-legged playing the guqin appeared before him. The statue was very big. It was ten meters tall. Under Ye Futian's carving, it gradually gained some charm.
He was an inscriber and naturally could carve.
Time passed bit by bit. The School of the Emperor Star was already covered in ice. The huge statue was finally finished. The kind old man sat there calmly. His calloused hands were placed on the guqin.
However, Ye Futian did not stop. He continued carving. He carved a crane in front of the statue. It stood beside the old man with its head held high.
Hua Jieyu, Hua Fengliu, and the others watched quietly. It was too similar. The shape and spirit were so similar.
Then, Ye Futian took Elder Qin's ashes and buried them under the statue. Turning around, he said to Silver One, "Senior, I hope that the statue will remain here forever."
Silver One walked up and a terrifying coldness bloomed from his body. Ice and snow danced and a powerful spell descended, rushing towards the statues.
Soon, the two statues were covered in silver. They were crystal clear, like eternal ice sculptures.
Retreating, Ye Futian glanced at the frozen School of the Emperor Star. Then he said, "Let's go to the Nandou Clan and bring Nandou Tai and Yan Shao here. I want them to turn into ice sculptures and kneel before the grandmaster forever to repent. Minister Hua and Emperor Luo too."
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