Nine Star Hegemon Body Art

The speaker was Tang Wan-er’s master, Feng Xinyue. Today, she wore a majestic golden dress, radiating a graceful and noble air. Her presence was unmatched, and none of the other Wind God Sea Pavilion higher-ups could compare to her grandeur.

The moment Feng Xinyue appeared, jealousy flashed across the old crone's face. Even though they were all Divine Wind Elders, the difference was stark. The other three elders were like leaves beside a beautiful flower, with the old crone resembling a yellowing leaf on the verge of withering.

In contrast, Feng Xinyue still appeared to be in her prime, exuding a natural aura that made her seem like the protagonist of the world—untouchable and unmatched. Compared to her, well, there was no comparison.

“Feng Xinyue, what are you trying to imply? Are you saying that I, a Divine Wind Elder of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, am not qualified to teach this kid a lesson?!” the crone demanded.

Before Feng Xinyue’s arrival, the eight assistant pavilion masters, the Divine Wind Elders, and the other higher-ups were clearly against Tang Wan-er. To put it bluntly, they were natives rejecting outsiders. But the moment Feng Xinyue stepped in, her powerful aura suppressed their hostility. The atmosphere grew tense.

“You might be a Divine Wind Elder,” Feng Xinyue replied calmly, “but you’re not qualified to teach him anything. Have you heard of the world’s number one academy?”

“The High Firmament Academy? The one claiming to be the oldest academy in the nine heavens and ten lands?” The crone was briefly taken aback, then sneered. “That decayed academy is not even qualified to enter the Heaven Essence World. Don’t tell me he’s from there? Even if he is, so what? A disciple from that academy isn’t worthy of being arrogant in front of me.”

Feng Xinyue smiled and looked at Long Chen. “He is from the High Firmament Academy, but he is not a disciple. He is the youngest dean in their history.”

“Dean?”

Everyone was stunned, whether it was the higher-ups or the disciples. Even the Hidden Dragon Legion’s warriors stared at Long Chen in disbelief. The High Firmament Academy was legendary, the supposed number one academy in the world. And Long Chen was its dean?

Long Chen’s expression remained calm under their astonished gazes. He knew Feng Xinyue was promoting him, though he didn’t understand why. In truth, he preferred playing the role of the underdog.

“What nonsense! How can a mere Mortal Saint brat be the dean of the High Firmament Academy? If he’s dean, then just how far has that academy fallen?” shouted the crone.

Seeing Feng Xinyue’s eyes on him, Long Chen knew it was time to speak. “I’m not talented enough to be the true dean. I’m only the branch dean of the first academy.”

Hearing that he was merely a branch dean made the disbelief fade slightly, but even that was still hard to accept. A young man like him holding such a high position? It seemed absurd.

Feng Xinyue continued, “The relationship between the Wind God Sea Pavilion and the High Firmament Academy is something others might not know, but you should. Long Chen is a branch dean, while you are only a Divine Wind Elder. Now tell me, are you qualified to teach him anything?”

The assistant pavilion masters and Divine Wind Elders were left in shock. What Feng Xinyue was referring to was a top secret in the Wind God Sea Pavilion, known only to core members like them.

“Hmph, how can we believe it just because you say so? Where’s the proof? Even if it’s true, he holds a disciple tablet of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, meaning he’s still bound by our rules,” the crone sneered.

“He only holds that tablet for Tang Wan-er’s sake. Otherwise, with his status, why would he bother becoming a disciple here? The first academy is outside the Desolation. Long Chen crossed the Endless Desolation on his own just to find Wan-er…”

At those words, everyone jumped in shock. He crossed the Endless Desolation? How was that possible?

Ignoring their reaction, Feng Xinyue continued, “Now he’s here with a disciple’s status, fighting under the name of a retainer. Clashes between disciples should be left to the disciples. If you abuse your seniority, you’ll only be making a fool of yourself. Don’t hide your intentions behind a lesson.”

Long Chen was stunned. The Wind God Sea Pavilion had a secret relationship with the High Firmament Academy? And it seemed to be an important one. If he revealed his dean status, even the Divine Wind Elders would rank below him. Feng Xinyue’s warning had a clear message: don’t try to use your position against him.

Could it be that a branch dean is on par with their pavilion master? Long Chen wondered, making a very bold guess.

“You’re right, clashes between disciples should be left to the disciples. It’s not too suitable for seniors like us to interject. However, Long Chen is participating in this competition as a disciple, so he should follow the rules. Do you not know how to respect your seniors?” interjected an assistant pavilion master.

Long Chen responded calmly, “You’re wrong. Respect isn’t just for the old—it’s for those who deserve it. It’s for wise and noble elders, not petty, malicious ones. Respect is for heroes who protect their families and nations, not for selfish elders who abuse their position to bully juniors.”

Just like that, Long Chen insulted every higher-up present, much to Tang Wan-er’s satisfaction because they indeed abused their position like that. Best of all, they couldn’t argue back. To do so would be admitting they were exactly the kind of people he described.

One of the assistant pavilion masters coughed awkwardly and said, “The ranking competition is about to start. I’ll explain the rules.”

“Wait a moment.” Feng Xinyue interrupted, walking over to Tang Wan-er. She stared at her disciple for a long time before shaking her head and sighing.

“You’ve really disappointed me.”

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