Chapter 933: Jiang Clan Academy

Jiang Jie shrank back instinctively, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Then he forced a smile even uglier than crying: "B... Brother Beiyě."

He remembered just moments ago, his brother had warned him not to spread these rumors carelessly.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he had forgotten the warning entirely.

Jiang Jie's heart grew increasingly uneasy.

Watching Jiang Jie's pitiful posture, Jiang Beiyě couldn't help shaking his head.

He knew his own heart best—what he'd said about the Heart Sword Sect was half-true, half-fabricated, laced with plenty of personal embellishments.

If only the two of them knew, it wouldn't matter.

Even if the clan members found out, the problem wouldn't be too serious.

He mainly feared the news reaching the Clan Lord's ears and causing unwanted repercussions.

Thinking of this, Jiang Beiyě immediately decided to make the other understand what "disaster comes from the tongue" meant.

So he lightly tightened his right palm, instantly making the other scream in pain.

"Come with me."

Jiang Beiyě grabbed Jiang Jie's ear and yanked him down from the platform.

Everyone around dared not intervene, stepping aside to clear a path.

In just a few breaths, a wide, empty corridor had formed through the once-crowded crowd.

Jiang Jie's eyes welled with tears as he waved frantically for help.

Yet everyone deliberately chose to ignore him.

For them to stop Jiang Beiyě? What kind of joke was that?

He was one of the Eight Great Talents of Cangwu!

His strength was unmatched by few in the entire clan.

Even the lineage lords and Elders weren't his match!

To be blunt, if they all tied themselves together, they still wouldn't be enough for him to fight.

Seeing his desperate cries met with utter indifference, Jiang Jie's face turned bleak with despair.

"Wahhh, you all have no conscience!"

"I told you a story out of kindness, and this is how you treat me?!"

Jiang Jie was heartbroken—every struggle was useless against Jiang Beiyě's absolute power, leaving him helpless as he was dragged away.

Watching Jiang Jie's figure vanish, everyone lowered their heads and silently prayed.

And after more than a dozen breaths,

the previously quiet scene erupted once more into noise.

Everyone had seemingly forgotten Jiang Jie being dragged away, immersed in heated discussion about the Heart Sword Sect.

Not long after,

by the Spirit Spring,

the crowd had gathered.

At the front stood a tall, vigorous black-haired boy.

He was Jiang Hao, who had stepped out from Bai Yu Jing!

To his left stood Jiang Xiaobai, the Master of the Spirit Beast Hall.

After undergoing dual purification from the Dragon Pearl and Dragon King's Blood, his cultivation base had surged to Primordial Spirit Realm Level Four!

His combat power had increased dramatically, reaching an extremely terrifying level!

Though only at Primordial Spirit Realm, he was rare indeed to find an equal across the entire Yuehua region!

To Jiang Hao's right stood a little girl dressed in a red dress.

She was Jiang Xiaotao, the current Guardian of the Spirit Beast Hall!

After days of training from Jiang Xiaobai, her cultivation base had broken through to Ten Thousand Phenomena Realm Level Three!

Moreover, she had fully mastered her power, using it with precision, eliminating waste, and multiplying its potency!

She had also successfully awakened the various innate abilities of the Phoenix clan, greatly enhancing her combat strength far beyond her former self!

To be blunt, if she fought her own self right after transforming into a Phoenix, she'd end the battle with just one move!

The gap was glaringly obvious.

Before them stood a group of boys, girls, and children.

Seeing the time was right, Jiang Hao walked to a large boulder and sat down on it.

Then he clenched his right hand in the air.

A sheet of golden paper appeared out of nowhere, floating midair.

He picked it up, looked at the crowd, and said gravely: "Now we begin counting heads. When I call a name, you answer 'here.' Understood?"

"We understand, Hao-ge!"

A chorus of childish voices rose in unison.

Jiang Hao nodded, then glanced at the names on the golden paper and said softly: "Jiang Beiming."

A cute boy with rosy lips and white teeth waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Here!"

Jiang Hao glanced at him, then continued: "Jiang Zhu."

A chubby boy with a round face wiped his nose and stammered: "Here!"

"Jiang Chungang."

A chubby boy in a belly-wrap and tiger-head cap whispered: "Here."

Jiang Hao stretched lazily, then continued reading from the golden paper: "Jiang Lan."

A black-haired boy who walked with a wobbling gait raised the jar of beast milk in his hand: "Here!"

"Jiang Qi."

A boy with disheveled hair draped over his shoulders leapt up and replied: "Here!"

"Jiang Lei."

A boy holding a carving knife and a wooden sculpture quietly raised his head and said softly: "Here."

"Jiang Nannan."

A little girl with two horn-shaped braids and eyes as pure as black gemstones, evoking pity, instinctively shrank back timidly, then said weakly: "Here."

"Jiang Beilin."

"Here!"

"Jiang Ruxue."

"Here."

"Jiang Junzheng."

"Here!"

"Jiang Xiaoqi."

"Here."