It wasn't that the deans of the True Martial Sacred Academy were stingy and didn't allow Ye Fei to refine the spirit veins. The most important reason was that most of the spirit veins in the Sages Tower belonged to the Tianfa Quasi-emperor's Lu Clan.
Although the Lu Clan had taken out fifty spirit veins to redeem Lu Qing due to Xi Yingqing's threat, anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was only because the Tianfa Quasi-emperor was wary of the Grand Supreme Dean. Once the Grand Supreme Dean died, the Lu Clan could take back the spirit veins at any time.
At most, the spirit veins were temporarily placed in the True Martial Sacred Academy by the Lu Clan. Ye Fei could use them to cultivate, but if he dared to directly refine them, he would offend the Lu Clan to the extreme. Ye Fei had understood this point long ago. He knew that these spirit veins could be used, but they definitely couldn't be refined. When he heard that the Grand Dean had suddenly allowed him to refine the spirit veins as he pleased, he knew that the Grand Dean probably didn't have much time left. That was why he did this.
It was a risky decision.
While Ye Fei was moved, he immediately made a decision. No matter what method he came up with, he had to make the True Martial Sacred Academy stronger. If possible, he wanted to save the Grand Supreme Dean's life.
I remember that the Third Dean once said that the Heavenly Tribulation Elixir can extend one's life. If I can obtain enough Heavenly Tribulation Elixir from the heavenly tribulation, perhaps the Grand Supreme Dean can live longer. This way, I can be considered to have repaid the Grand Supreme Dean's kindness, Ye Fei thought.
However, he didn't reject the Grand Supreme Dean's kindness. After all, he had only obtained thirty-six spirit veins from the Legalist School. He was still fourteen short of the fifty spirit veins he needed. These spirit veins just happened to be readily available in the Sages Tower.
Fifty spirit veins are enough for me to raise the Battle God Path to the ninth level. At that time, my talent will be comparable to the top geniuses. Of course, my true strength will definitely be stronger than those top geniuses. Ye Fei's eyes flashed with strong confidence.
After watching the Grand Supreme Dean's figure disappear, Ye Fei opened the Sages Tower and walked in. Immediately, he felt the spiritual energy inside rush towards him.
There were also many spirit melons planted in Shangluo that emitted a faint fragrance. Xiao Cao's head had already poked out of the beast mark space and curiously looked at the spirit melons. then ran over and hugged a large spirit melon and rolled around on the ground, looking very happy.
Ye Fei sat cross-legged on the Spirit River and started to refine the Spirit River as well as the numerous Spirit Veins in the Spirit River.
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"Little Ye, you're right. I'm done with the official matters of the True Martial Sacred Courtyard. Next, it's time to deal with my personal matters." The Dean looked in the direction of Shang Jing's room. His expression was complicated and filled with guilt.
However, Ye Fei's joke still managed to inspire the Grand Supreme Dean. He didn't have much time left. He had to take advantage of the fact that he was still alive to give Shang Jing a grand life dream. This way, Shang Jing wouldn't place her thoughts on him, an old man who was about to die.
The Grand Supreme Dean didn't immediately look for Shang Jing. Instead, he hesitated for a while. In the end, he found a manager of the merchant union and drank a jar of good wine.
Strong wine boosts courage!
The Grand Principal finally gathered enough courage and walked towards Shang Jing's boudoir once again. But just as he reached the door, he stopped in his tracks again, feeling a little short of heroic spirit.
"Zhang Chunyang, you were once a peerless genius. Don't tell me you don't have the guts to step into my room?" Shang Jing sighed faintly in her room.
The Grand Supreme Dean was provoked and immediately walked in again. Shang Jing sat on the windowsill with her back facing him. She asked sadly, "You still want to leave?"
"I have to leave. I can't harm you … But before I leave, I want to have a good talk with you …" The Grand Supreme Dean stared at Shang Jing's back.
The latter's back trembled. She said in a sad voice, "What can we talk about now?"
"I want to talk to you about the future. Yes, it's that. Right, it's about life goals!" The Grand Supreme Dean's expression was very serious. However, when it came to talking about life goals, he felt inexplicably nervous.
"Life goals!"
Shang Jing almost fell off the windowsill. She suddenly turned around and looked at the Grand Supreme Dean in shock. She didn't believe that he could say such a thing.
For some reason, the Grand Supreme Dean felt even more nervous. He quickly coughed and said with a serious expression, "If you refuse, I'll come back another day."
Shang Jing didn't say anything. She just stared at the Grand Supreme Dean with a strange expression for a while. Then, she smelled alcohol and looked at the dusk outside the window. Gradually, the sadness on Shang Jing's face turned into shyness and rebuke.
"Damn it, so you've thought it through. Wait for me to take a bath first. We can talk about it slowly." Shang Jing glared at him shyly and then disappeared into the void.
The Grand Supreme Dean's expression was somewhat sluggish. He said in confusion, "I'm only here to talk about life goals. Can't the two of us just stand and talk? Why do we have to take a bath? Why do I feel that something is wrong … Could it be that Ye Fei tricked me?! "
It had to be said that as a former peerless genius, the Grand Supreme Dean was very astute. Combined with Shang Jing's strange reaction, the Grand Supreme Dean suddenly realized that there was a big problem with his life goals. However, he couldn't pinpoint the exact problem.
On the Netherworld Bone Boat:
The Master of the Human Demon Palace's white skeletal body had already returned to the appearance of a skinny old man. He was currently sitting on the golden bone mast.
The quasi-Emperors and Martial Monarchs of the Human Demon Palace stood around the mast. There was also a large number of corpse puppets in the surroundings. They were expressionless as they lined up in neat military formations, controlling the direction of the bone boats.
There was another person standing below the mast. This person was none other than the Heaven Rank disciple Cui Yongxuan who had been slapped a few times by Ye Fei and chased out of the True Martial Sacred Courtyard. His true identity was actually one of the spies the Human Demon Palace had planted in the Central Province.
"… Hall Master, the pawn we planted in the Merchant Union has sent news. Ye Fei has safely returned to the shopping mall. The Grand Supreme Dean of the True Martial Sacred Courtyard is with him …"
The Master of the Human Demon Palace's face was ashen as he roared at Cui Yongxuan, "What did you say?! That old thing didn't die? He had clearly ignited his bloodline. With his dried up lifespan, once his bloodline ignited, he would definitely die. How could he still be alive? Could it be that black sword again …" Suddenly, the Master of the Human Demon Palace thought of something. His face was no longer ashen, but twisted with anger. Ye Fei's guess was right. The Master of the Human Demon Palace was currently filled with regret and heartache. He had once held a mysterious Star Sword Embryo in his hand.
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