Chapter 241
Xiang Beifei’s tone was extremely calm, yet for some reason, each word carried a chilling threat. It might have been an illusion, but for a moment, she felt that Xiang Beifei was not joking at all.
He had the ability to confront her!
But how could that be possible? He was still just a student in the later stages of Qi-Controlling, so how could a few words from him influence her?
An Xiyu found herself more and more unable to see through this boy, even losing her usual composure somewhat.
After a long while, An Xiyu finally regained her senses and asked, “Can I ask you a question?”
“What?”
“After you graduate, will you work for the Alliance? Like your senior brother—like Mr. Ye, speaking on behalf of Professor Luo?”
“We’ll see.”
After saying this, Xiang Beifei turned and walked away.
He wasn’t thinking about relying on power to protect his own people; what he needed most was to improve his cultivation.
He needed to quickly elevate his cultivation! That way, he could access more people’s system interfaces.
Then, if anyone dared to cross him, he would directly “shear their wool”!
Those who crossed his line would have their wool completely shorn.
It didn’t matter to him whether it was the governor of a Jiuzhou region or the commander in chief of the Alliance.
As long as his cultivation was high enough, disabling a person’s system would be no difficulty for him.
The system world regime inherently had its flaws—within the Alliance, positions were assigned purely on system levels. As long as you were SR or SSR, you almost certainly got the preferential treatment you wanted, without needing to consider whether the person was actually capable of handling the position.
It’s like how an SSR-level literary Daoist, who had never dealt with a desolate beast, could become the head of the Martial Arts College.
So even if Xiang Beifei held a high position in the Alliance, it wouldn’t actually change much, especially since he was still at N level; it was not easy to have significant influence where higher-level Awakeners gathered.
The Alliance was full of a mixed lot; the nine schools frantically sent their students there, meaning the waters were very deep, with crosscutting influences from all spheres.
It was virtually impossible to change those people’s minds by normal means—the challenge was formidable.
The only solution was power.
Just like Elder Luo told him the first time they met.
If normal methods failed, rely on your fists.
Beat them until they acknowledged your authority.
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University life continued; every day was fulfilling for Xiang Beifei.
Studying, cultivating, training, the fighting arena—he was always diligent, his life progressing in an orderly fashion.
For him, his moments of rest came during his daily routine of following idle fellow Elder Luo to count ducks and watch the clouds.
However, going to Elder Luo could hardly be called resting, as he spent most of his time cultivating spiritual power. Yet, with Elder Luo, even cultivation felt effortless and pressure-free.
Since Elder Luo was a carefree individual, he had no particular demands for Xiang Beifei; things just went as they should.
With Elder Luo, Xiang Beifei always found different perspectives. Sometimes, listening to Elder Luo sing felt like a treat, albeit a terrifying one.
[Singing ability: 9999]
This old man’s singing talent deliberately had been improved so that even his casual warbles resonated beautifully, capable of echoing through one’s mind, bewildering and intoxicating.
Xiang Beifei did not underestimate this ability; it was a potent spiritual attack!
One could easily get trapped in an immersive state by Elder Luo’s singing, unable to extricate oneself.
In battle, if Elder Luo sang a few lines, opponents weaker in willpower would stand stupefied, enraptured, essentially leaving themselves open to attack.
So every time Xiang Beifei went to hear Elder Luo sing, his primary goal was to use his spiritual power to resist the impact of the singing and thus strengthen his own spiritual abilities.
But Elder Luo was too powerful. Unless Xiang Beifei used his abilities to manipulate Elder Luo’s “Leisure System,” countering Elder Luo was difficult, hence he often ended up confused.
“With the river flowing eastward! The stars in the sky align with the Big Dipper…”
As Elder Luo sang, the whole melody’s essence seemed to blend into reality. Focusing on just one lyric could create an indistinguishable illusion.
In Xiang Beifei’s eyes, he was thrown into a tumultuous river, with raging waves continuously battering him. Floating and sinking in the river, he saw a huge wave about to swallow him up as he struggled desperately, hardly able to breathe.
Xiang Beifei desperately used his spiritual power to resist and barely managed to form a pathetic piece of wood in the towering waves. He clung to it tightly but could not withstand the terrible waves, as he was overturned at the first sight and left drifting.
Just as he was about to reach the shore, another wave struck, sweeping him away, leaving him choking on several mouthfuls of water.
Once Elder Luo had finished singing, Xiang Beifei was drenched in sweat.
Soon, he realized it wasn’t just sweat; he was actually soaked with water.
Somehow, he had fallen into the lake.
Then Xiang Beifei finally regained his senses, realizing he wasn’t in the raging Yellow River but merely in the school’s man-made lake. Everything had been just an illusion, and he had almost confused it with reality.