Summoners: One Golden Term per Level

As for the other side, Shen Fei followed Li Cunlong to the office.

After sitting down, Shen Fei took out the portrait drawn by Stabbing Immortal this morning from his pocket.

The person in the portrait has an average appearance, it could be said to be normal.

Such that no one on the street would pay attention to him.

To be honest.

If not for Cangtian Daoist Venerable being particularly sensitive to these matters, he wouldn’t have noticed him among the throngs of students.

"It’s this person, my Summoned Beast discovered this guy spying on me last night."

"I have a Summoned Beast with special Reconnaissance Skills that can identify him as a Demon."

"It’s just that I was resting at the time, so they informed me the next day."

Li Cunlong took the portrait and raised an eyebrow, "I’ll find out about this person, see if they’re faculty or a student."

If someone else simply pointed to this person based on just a few words and called them a Demon.

Li Cunlong wouldn’t bother to pay attention.

But this is Shen Fei, the ’Demon Slayer.’

The deeds Shen Fei did against Demons have spread from the South China Area to the Central China District.

Now those Demons are eager to grind Shen Fei’s bones to ashes.

Having a plan against him is quite normal.

"Hmm... Senior Brother, you should be alert recently, I’m going to investigate this quietly. For this guy to infiltrate Imperial University, there must be forces supporting him from behind. Capturing him directly now might alert them."

"You handle the arrangements then."

Shen Fei nodded, understanding that for Li Cunlong or Imperial University, they needed to follow this thread to uncover more.

"Su and Tron are already battling in the Martial Arts Arena, do you want to watch?"

"Sure, by the time I get there the fight might be over, I’ll watch it here."

After discussing business, Li Cunlong smiled and tapped his desk.

The wall opposite them displayed a live broadcast of the Martial Arts Arena.

As they saw Tron falling behind, retreating step by step, now engulfed by a ring of fire.

Li Cunlong nodded, "As expected of the student of the Demon Slayer Venerable, her combat awareness is unmatched by her peers."

"Hmm."

Shen Fei knew Su Muyu’s talent; as long as she wanted, she could use her talent before the battle to foresee the future.

Naturally, she wouldn’t fall under the enemy’s rhythm.

As the battle wore on, Li Cunlong was drawn to Su Muyu’s combat flow, there was a distinctive aesthetic to her fighting.

If you didn’t pay attention, you might think her moves were erratic, but somehow they came together for a surprise effect.

When he saw Tron turn into bats, Li Cunlong nodded, "I heard this Professional Skill means as long as a single bat survives, the person won’t die."

"And as soon as he recovers, he can continue to fight!"

At this point, Shen Fei stood up.

"Are you going to watch the rest of the fight?" Li Cunlong smiled, thinking the fight would continue for a while.

"No, I’m picking someone up. Dusk Rain won’t let him continue fighting."

After speaking, Shen Fei left the office.

Li Cunlong turned his head to watch the live broadcast.

Just in time to see the handiwork of Su Muyu from earlier, transforming into a series of Flame Cages imprisoning the flitting bats.

What initially seemed like a mistake became a stroke of genius!

"This couple, the husband’s extraordinary enough, and the wife’s combat power surpasses her peers as well."

Li Cunlong shook his head, thinking this generation’s brightest were surely this divine martial couple.

Then he turned off the video above.

He began arranging the investigation of the portrait Shen Fei gave him, knowing there’s much to set up to follow the trail to its end.

Act swiftly but not in haste, busy but orderly, most importantly not letting the snake escape.

...

On the arena.

As Su Muyu rescinded her Skills, the last bat confined by the Flame Cage fell onto the stage.

Tron’s figure reappeared on the arena, but compared to his initial gentlemanly image, he was now utterly disheveled.

His clothes were already burned away, leaving patches of char, and blood flowed from the scorched cracks in his skin.

Tron lay on the ground, eyes filled with fear while looking at Su Muyu.

The previously arrogant Tron now didn’t even dare utter a single word.

He had nearly died just moments ago!

If Su Muyu had killed his last bat, he would’ve died on this stage.

What he assumed was an evenly matched or even his display match turned out he was the one being crushed.

This Su Muyu was an unparalleled Profession, just like he was an unparalleled Profession!!

"In this challenge, Su Muyu wins!"

Song Zhi snapped back to his senses and quickly announced.

Even though Su Muyu had left the stage, if it wasn’t for Su Muyu holding back, Tron would’ve been dead long ago.

"Damn it!! Su Muyu, you stay there! As an exchange student at your school, it’s only his first day and he’s suffered such abuse!!"

At this moment, a blonde middle-aged man in a bespoke suit, tall and muscular, making the suit seem bulging, stood up from the audience and shouted.

"Who’s that blonde dog?"

"He’s one of the teachers that came along with the international exchange, called Bodun, the lobster teacher?"

"Oh oh, classic case of the old one stepping in after the young one!"

"No, bro. These Americans are quite the clowns, the young one nearly got beaten to death and now the old one jumps in too?"

"That’s typical of Anglo people, isn’t it?"

As the highest learning institution in Wuxia, most students were Wuxia People and had a strong sense of national pride.

Originally Tron was provocatively mocking, even insulting Wuxia women.

Who doesn’t have a mother?

Su Muyu heard the angry shout, stopped and calmly said, "Teacher, don’t forget the challenge was initiated by him, and I followed the school’s stage rules.

You’re lucky this was on stage; otherwise, for his words alone, he would’ve been dead long ago."

"Make sure to teach your students politeness in the future, didn’t he have a mother? Insulting women non-stop."

Su Muyu’s words struck a chord with everyone present.

"Well said, goddess!"

"Though I think she got one thing wrong, maybe they really don’t have mothers to act like this."

"If it weren’t for the university protecting this guy.

If outside, we’d shove him in a manure pit and make him eat his words, such a foul mouth!"

...

Su Muyu’s words stirred the crowd into fervor.

Bodun frowned, hearing the growing uproar.

He began to resent Tron in his heart.

Did the Smith Clan not teach you?

Even if you speak arrogantly, don’t do it in public; inciting public ire will make it hard to handle.

Bodun softened his tone and said, "Even in a duel, there’s no need to be so severe!

Shouldn’t you, Su, apologize to Tron?"

Su Muyu chuckled coldly, just about to respond.

The Medicine Ancestor beside her whispered, "The master is here."