Chapter 9: IX. When the enemy is strong, I am meek and submissive; when the enemy is weak, I strike with heavy fists

IX. When the enemy is strong, I am meek and submissive; when the enemy is weak, I strike with heavy fists.

Wu Yong also leaned forward and asked with concern, "Dean Huang, are you alright?"

Huang Ying, whose aura had returned to normal, shook her head gently.

She indicated that she was fine.

Her gaze swept unobtrusively over her daughter, Qin Yuan, and the direction of A-Fei and A-Ji.

According to her vision.

The next dean should be served by her daughter, her son-in-law, or her student.

Her daughter had enough talent, but her personality was too lazy; she would probably want to quit after working for a few days.

A-Fei and A-Ji both had good talent and personalities, but if one were chosen, the other would be dissatisfied. Moreover, both of their personalities were overly aggressive, so even if they took the position, they might not be able to hold it steadily.

Qin Yuan had poor talent and cultivation, but he was gentle, diligent, and unhurried; he could not be more suitable as a dean.

Qin Yuan’s observation skills were very keen; Huang Ying’s fleeting look of satisfaction did not escape him.

For a long time, for some reason, his godmother had always been warm to him on the surface but guarded against him in private.

Why had it suddenly reversed?

Could it be that his godmother wanted him to be the next dean?

This was not impossible.

The succession of the Luzhou Cultivation Academy had always had traceable patterns.

For example, his godmother was a student of the dean before the last, Dean Zhu.

Wu Yong was also a student of the dean before the last, Dean Zhu.

The next one could not be a student of Dean Zhu again.

Based on the principle of first come, first served, it should be his godmother’s student first, then Wu Yong’s student.

His godmother had always disliked taking on students (not the kind for large lectures).

She had only taken in four people in her earlier years.

Shen Yaoqiao, A-Fei, A-Ji, and him.

It was not good to choose either A-Fei or A-Ji.

Shen Yaoqiao was not suitable either; she was basically a modern-day Wanli.

No matter how one looked at it, he was the most suitable.

Thinking about himself becoming the center of attention as the Dean of the Luzhou Academy.

Qin Yuan felt his scalp tingle.

Just then, Wu Yong’s voice interrupted Qin Yuan’s train of thought: "This Jiangnan Cultivation Assembly has only one purpose: to form the Jiangnan Association, elect a president, coordinate all parties in the Jiangnan region, advance and retreat together, and improve our advantages in fighting against the Otherworld."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The scene became lively.

There were too many benefits to becoming the president.

The people from the Luzhou Cultivation Academy hoped that the strongest, Shen Zhilu, would take the position.

The people from the Jinling Cultivation Academy hoped their dean would take it.

The people from the Gusu Cultivation Academy hoped their most powerful person would take it.

Wu Yong’s gaze fell on Qin Yuan’s table, but he was looking at the stunningly beautiful Shen Yaoqiao.

Huang Ying had handed the dean’s position to him, and in return, he would certainly have to pass it on to someone closest to Huang Ying in the future.

Shen Yaoqiao was someone he had watched grow up; other than her lazy personality, she had no major flaws.

Hmm, who was Shen Yaoqiao looking at?

Uh, that wasn't... what was his name? Wu Yong couldn't recall the name for a moment; he remembered they were all students from the first and the upper tier of the second cultivation echelons.

Right, his name was Qin Yuan.

Lower tier of the second echelon.

It seemed he was also Dean Huang’s student.

Could it be that Shen Yaoqiao liked Qin Yuan?

Wu Yong suddenly had a thought: pass the position to Qin Yuan in the future.

It didn't matter if his talent was poor, as long as his personality wasn't aggressive and he could balance all parties.

Qin Yuan’s perception was so keen that he immediately felt Wu Yong’s gaze, which carried a hint of appreciation.

With a shift of his mind, he guessed Wu Yong’s intentions seven or eight times out of ten.

He roared in his heart, why was this world always full of malice toward him?

Why was it so hard to just quietly be a person who follows the Dao of Survival?

"I propose Teacher Shen Zhilu to serve as president."

Someone made a proposal.

It received support from many people.

If one had to find someone present whom everyone respected, it had to be Shen Zhilu.

There was a Qiao Feng-style heroic aura about Shen Zhilu.

"There are many people here more suitable than me."

Shen Zhilu, who had just walked in from outside, hurriedly refused.

He was not being hypocritical or putting on an act.

He really didn't care about being president at all.

Just then, a voice came from the sky: "How about I take the position?"

This voice was mixed with a strange power, causing everyone present to feel their minds shaken and their limbs numb.

The next moment, a group of people appeared in the slightly crowded Welcome Building along with a crimson divine light.

The leader was in human form, tall and sturdy. His whole body exuded the aura of a fierce beast.

"Demon King Peng."

Shen Zhilu called out the other party’s name with a guarded expression.

Clearly, the two were old acquaintances.

Qin Yuan raised his head slightly.

He had heard of this person many times.

The greatest power on the other side of the Luzhou spatial rift, the Holy Master of the demon race, leader of the Golden-Winged Great Peng tribe, known as Demon King Peng, with strength on the same level as Father Shen, at the first level of the Dao Platform Realm.

Coming neither early nor late, but during the Cultivator Assembly, it was clear he was here to crash the party.

Qin Yuan glanced at the exit, which was almost blocked, and prepared to retreat at any time.

Qin Yuan’s small movements were not concealed.

A-Fei and A-Ji felt very disdainful in their hearts, but their faces showed warm, spring-like smiles.

One said with hypocritical concern, "Don't be afraid, with so many of us, they can't turn the world upside down."

One reached out and patted Qin Yuan on the shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, big sister will protect you."

Shen Yaoqiao held back a laugh, wrapping her arm around Qin Yuan’s shoulder.

This made A-Fei and A-Ji a bit jealous.

"Long time no see, Shen Wild Donkey."

Demon King Peng did not hide the appreciation in his eyes.

Ten years ago, he had fought a battle with Shen Zhilu.

At that time, he had practiced a Holy Art and could not use his full strength; not only did he lose to Shen Zhilu, but he also had the Wuji Battle Armor left by his father snatched away.

After mastering the Holy Art, he had always wanted to fight again.

Due to various matters, he had never been able to fulfill his wish.

Today, he could finally fulfill it.

Shen Zhilu nodded slightly, feeling a bit eager to try as well.

He hadn't fought someone of the same level for a long time.

"Mom, why does Demon King Peng call my dad Shen Wild Donkey?" Shen Yaoqiao asked her mother via sound transmission, puzzled.

"Your father drifted to the Otherworld when he was young and grew up among the demon race; the demon race is quite casual with naming."

Huang Ying responded via sound transmission.

"Then what is Uncle Qin called?" Shen Yaoqiao asked again via sound transmission.

Huang Ying’s expression paused slightly, and she transmitted: "Qin Elephant."

"I won't say much more nonsense; we are here representing the demon race to challenge the human race. Those behind me are all outstanding members of the demon race. I wonder if the human race dares to accept the challenge?"

As Demon King Peng finished speaking.

The Welcome Building immediately became noisy.

Many people were full of excitement, their bodies trembling.

This was a great opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop.

As for fear.

That word didn't exist in the Earthlings' dictionary at all.

For decades, Earth has maintained an overwhelming advantage.

"Gui Liuqi."

The voice of the Demon King Peng fell.

No demon responded.

"Hmm?"

The Demon King Peng’s sharp gaze swept over.

A dark-skinned, unremarkable young demon youth stood out sluggishly.

Gui Liuqi was depressed inside.

He was only here to go through the motions, yet his teacher actually made him go down first.

If he had known, he would have performed a bit stronger.

In fact, Gui Liuqi was stronger than all of the Demon King Peng’s disciples.

"This is my weakest disciple; only by defeating him will you have the qualifications to challenge the other disciples."

Upon hearing this, none of the people who were originally eager to try stepped forward.

The weakest disciple—winning meant nothing, and losing was embarrassing.

Only a fool would go up.

"I'll do it."

Qin Yuan took the initiative to step out.

For a moment, many strange gazes fell upon Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan thought to himself, I’ve already acted like this, surely my godmother won't still want me to be the next headmaster.

A-Fei and A-Ji revealed expressions of disdain.

Just a moment ago he was timid, but as soon as he heard the opponent was weak, he struck with full force.

Truly shameless.

Many students and teachers had similar expressions.

The new headmaster, Wu Yong, however, revealed an expression of appreciation.

Doing what others cannot do; Qin Yuan is a person with a sense of the big picture.