Chapter 15: Sharing the Flying Sword

Chapter 15: Sharing the Flying Sword

On the university plaza, the students of the Immortal, Demon, and Martial Arts departments were buzzing with excitement, while the teachers present wore expressions of unusual gloom.

Haicheng University held three secret realms, so money was never an issue.

Traditionally, all the income from midterm trials was pooled by the academy and distributed as year-end bonuses to reward the faculty—a well-deserved benefit for the teaching staff.

Now, with Wang Chongguo suddenly deciding to give benefits to the students, their year-end bonuses were surely gone!

The teachers exchanged uneasy glances, silently hoping someone would step forward to reason with the dean.

But at a moment like this, who would dare to speak up?

Not to mention, Liu Botao had just been kicked into the plaza’s edge altar, and there was still no sign of him—alive or dead remained a mystery.

Wang Chongguo stood on the podium, surveying the eager and restless faces of the students below. Without wasting words, he raised his hand high above the plaza.

A terrifying surge of spiritual energy instantly condensed in his palm.

In the next moment, Wang Chongguo’s raised hand clenched fiercely and tore through the void behind it.

A sharp tearing sound echoed as a hundred-meter-long rift split open in the sky above the plaza!

Qin Zhe, standing below, was stunned by such a divine feat.

Tearing open a spatial rift with bare hands!

The power of a sixth-rank Immortal cultivator was truly formidable.

More astonishingly, through the rift Wang Chongguo had torn open, Qin Zhe glimpsed another world.

A world blanketed in snow and harsh winds!

Though Qin Zhe had witnessed many incredible things after his passage through realms, this freshly torn rift was truly breathtaking.

“As before, this assessment will last three days. No matter the reason, all participants must exit the secret realm after three days,” Wang Chongguo announced, his gaze sweeping across the plaza.

“The assessment officially begins. Depart!”

At his command, the long-restrained students of the three departments sprang into action.

The Immortal Arts students moved fastest, summoning flying swords to soar into the air, transforming into nearly a thousand streaks of light that instantly entered the rift.

The Demon Arts students followed closely, summoning boundless dark energy that coalesced into hundreds of shadowy beams, eagerly plunging into the secret realm.

Together, the Immortal and Demon Arts surged forth, their spiritual and demonic energies swirling wildly, leaving even Qin Zhe, who was staring skyward, utterly dumbfounded.

The spectacle was magnificent—more so than even Wang Chongguo tearing open the rift with his bare hands!

Yet, the grandest sight was still to come.

With the Immortal and Demon Arts fully immersed in the secret realm, the Martial Arts students were unwilling to fall behind.

They activated their true qi and showcased various body techniques, each entering the secret realm with a distinct style.

The scene resembled the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique prowess!

Some took a running leap, others vaulted into the air with phantom steps, and some surged upward from the ground in a single bound.

In the blink of an eye, over two thousand students vanished from the plaza, leaving only a few dozen discipline committee members to maintain order.

They, too, wasted no time and followed swiftly, each employing their own methods to enter the secret realm.

Qin Zhe looked up, still unsatisfied, then suddenly realized a grave problem as those around him disappeared.

The rift to the secret realm was high above—how was he supposed to enter?

He couldn’t fly, nor did he have body techniques; surely, he couldn’t just jump up there?

Even if he tried jumping, he wouldn’t reach such heights!

Just as he was agonizing over this, Gu Ming approached briskly from nearby.

“Old Qin! You’re something else! You even dared to offend the Student Affairs Director. I was nearly scared to death just now! Luckily, the dean came back!”

Gu Ming complained as he came closer, then curiously added, “The dean said Liu Botao secretly altered a Martial Arts student’s exam question. Could that student be you?”

“What do you think?” Qin Zhe replied absentmindedly, secretly pondering how to enter the secret realm.

“That guy deserves it! How did someone like him become Student Affairs Director in the first place?” Gu Ming spat disdainfully, then changed the subject.

“Anyway, I need to hurry and gather some resources inside the secret realm. My teammates have already set off—I can’t keep them waiting.”

With that, Gu Ming summoned his true qi and launched himself like a hidden dragon bursting forth, entering the secret realm in a remarkably graceful manner.

Seeing his elegant body technique, Qin Zhe felt a pang of envy.

Damn it! So what if you have body techniques?

You’re tall and handsome?

Why do you have to act so flashy?

Not even bringing your brother along to collect resources—unforgivable!

“Qin Zhe, it’s time for us to leave,” a cool voice came from behind—it was the department head herself.

Seeing Liu Qingzhi approach, Qin Zhe quickly suppressed his jealousy.

If he could, he wouldn’t mind embarrassing himself by admitting he couldn’t reach such heights.

But that was clearly impossible.

The original owner had a second-rank Martial Arts cultivation, so his body techniques must be decent. Admitting otherwise would only arouse suspicion.

“We need to hurry. The dean’s decision will affect our chances to capture spirit beasts,” Liu Qingzhi said, speaking to herself.

“The Cold Moon Divine Hound is cautious by nature, rare in the secret realm, and has a fixed habitat. The academy’s people will scavenge everywhere. We must reach the hound’s habitat before others get close.”

Without waiting for Qin Zhe’s response, she summoned a jade flying sword with a glazed hue.

She formed sword seals, causing the flying sword to flutter gracefully before settling steadily beside her feet.

Then, stepping onto the sword, she extended a hand.

“Don’t just stand there. Get on. It’s my first time leading someone; I might be a bit unsteady. Bear with me.”

Clearly eager, the department head summoned her flying sword without hesitation, ready to “fly” with Qin Zhe.

He was secretly pleased and didn’t hesitate to take her hand.

Only after grasping the soft, supple hand did he realize he might be overstepping.

That hand felt so warm and delicate—it was hard to let go.

Seeing him dazed, Liu Qingzhi’s cheeks flushed faintly, though she tried to hide it. She turned her head and pulled him onto the flying sword.

“Stand firm, don’t let go, or you’ll fall,” she warned.

With a single-handed sword seal, she soared upward, carrying Qin Zhe as they streaked like light into the secret realm.

Neither noticed that Wang Chongguo, standing on the podium, was staring fixedly at the two sharing the flying sword, almost stunned.

The dean was utterly bewildered.

Liu Qingzhi’s reputation at Haicheng University needed no introduction. As the head of the student disciplinary committee, she was impossible to ignore.

But she had another identity—Wang Chongguo’s niece.

Though not a blood relative, Wang Chongguo had practically watched her grow up.

He was extremely proud of this niece.

Beautiful, talented, calm, and steady—having her in charge of the disciplinary committee meant he had nothing to worry about.

The only regret was her cold nature; she was like an ice cube to everyone, which her doting uncle often lamented.

Yet, just now, Wang Chongguo had witnessed Liu Qingzhi take Qin Zhe’s hand and even blush slightly.

This young man had something special!

Wang Chongguo marveled, pondered for a moment, then smiled mischievously as he pulled out his phone.

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(End of chapter)