Luan Zhenfeng originally thought that Zhang Jinyang was going to apologize to them, but now it seems that's not the case.

Why did Lü Yun call so many teachers here?

We'll meet them one by one.

Luan Zhenfeng watched them go in one by one, and when they came out, they all left with aloof expressions, never entering the side room again, or even glancing back at this place.

What did Lü Yun (the dean) say to them inside?

Just as everyone was wondering, it was finally their turn.

To be precise, it was Luan Zhenfeng's turn.

"Only he can go in alone."

The disciples guarding the side room actually stopped the Qing Shuang Peak disciples, which made Luan Zhenfeng somewhat displeased.

"You've kept me waiting for so long, and you still won't let my disciple in. Whose disciple are you, and who ordered you to do this?"

His words carried a hint of accusation.

He knew Lü Yun well. Although he was a scoundrel, he wasn't so low as to be so arrogant.

Faced with Luan Zhenfeng's question, the disciple guarding the door froze as if a tape recorder had stuck, and then suddenly trembled all over.

"Reporting to the Peak Master, the Dean has important matters to discuss with you. It's not too late to let your disciples in after the discussion is over."

This is how he answered.

"You should have said so earlier."

Luan Zhenfeng flicked his sleeves and walked towards the main hall, then paused for a moment, "You all wait here for a while, I will send someone to call you in."

...

About twenty people stood up from the stools in the side room, then sat down again. They all looked at the main hall with some confusion, and then the second senior brother asked the monk guarding the door with curiosity.

"Fellow Daoist, why did the Dean make so many people wait in the side room? What is the purpose of this?"

The cultivator remained indifferent, not uttering a single word. The second senior brother tried asking several more times in different ways, but the other party remained aloof throughout.

"Don't ask anymore, he won't answer other people's questions."

A middle-aged cultivator who was also waiting nearby said to the group, "I don't know why the dean has been bringing so many people here these past two days."

Yesterday it was the peak master of Shengyang Peak, then the peak master of Tianwu Peak, and today it's Qingshuang Peak and various teachers. Those who haven't been inside are completely baffled, while those who have won't reveal a single word about what's going on.

These past few days have been strange, and everyone is curious about it, yet something seems off.

"I have a feeling... it doesn't seem like a good thing," the nineteenth senior brother said in a low voice.

Compared to the nineteenth senior brother's observation, the tenth senior brother's observation was more subtle. "Did you notice just now? The cultivator guarding the door has not blinked since we entered the room. Even the way he walks back and forth has been exactly the same."

Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong couldn't help but observe the cultivator's eyes and gait at the door, and indeed, it was exactly as he had described.

"Really?"

Does he have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

"It wasn't just him. I also noticed that everyone who went in walked differently, but after coming out, their pace, posture, and even the way they stepped out of the door with one foot first were almost identical!"

Tenth Senior Brother truly lived up to his reputation as the first man to discover the true nature of Little Raccoon Xiong Aotian; his observations were incredibly meticulous.

"Moreover, the dean usually calls people in the morning, and only in the afternoon for some temporary trivial matters."

Why would he suddenly gather so many cultivators in the side room to sit on the sideboard in the afternoon?

The group looked at each other, all sensing that there were many doubts surrounding the matter.

Just then, they suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the Dean's Hall.

That's my master's voice!

What exactly happened?

The disciples of Qing Shuang Peak suddenly stood up. However, at that moment, a cultivator who had been following a fixed route suddenly walked towards them and gestured, "Sit down, sit down immediately!"

Among the fellow disciples of Qing Shuang Peak, the eleventh senior brother was the most formidable. He slapped away the cultivator blocking their way and headed towards the main hall.

A large number of cultivators were deployed around the main hall. The actions of the Qing Shuang Peak disciples caused all the surrounding cultivators to begin chasing them.

But this made them even more certain that something was wrong!

Seeing that they couldn't go in directly, they decided to force their way in.

All twenty fellow disciples drew their weapons and quickly repelled the cultivators surging from all sides. The large number of cultivators outside the hall were mostly at the Martial Spirit realm. The twenty disciples were more than capable of handling them.

They fought their way through the obstacles and rushed straight to the entrance of the main hall.

Meanwhile, inside the Dean's Hall, Luan Zhenfeng was ambushed!

He drank the tea offered to him by Lü Yun's personal disciple without suspicion. However, the tea was laced with a drug, rendering him unable to move.

At this moment, the person sitting in the dean's seat was not the dean.

Luan Zhenfeng looked at Zhang Jinyang, who was sitting at the highest point of the hall, his face turning red. "Zhang Jinyang, what have you done? Do you deserve to sit in this position?"

"Worthy? I'm not worthy, so are you?"

Zhang Jinyang snorted coldly, adopting an arrogant and condescending attitude. He looked down at Luan Zhenfeng below, while Lü Yun sat beside him like a lifeless puppet.

He did whatever Zhang Jinyang said. Upon closer inspection, one could see a faint black aura swirling around Lü Yun's body.

That's... the demonic energy that only demonic cultivators possess!

"Zhang Jinyang, when did you start cultivating demonic arts?!"

Luan Zhenfeng looked at him in shock. A dignified martial arts cultivator had actually gone to cultivate demonic arts. "What you're doing is betraying your master and ancestors. How can you face your forefathers? And aren't you afraid that if those martial arts masters find out, you'll have nowhere to be buried after you die?"

"Now that you are the fish on the chopping block and I am the butcher, what right do you have to say such things?"

As Zhang Jinyang spoke, the demonic energy around him grew stronger and stronger. "Besides, the entire Holy Capital Academy is now under my control. I'm not the only one cultivating demonic arts; I want everyone in the academy to cultivate demonic arts with me!"

The martial arts academy that once produced a Martial Emperor was now a place where everyone cultivated demonic arts—what a devastating situation that would have caused the martial arts academy to collapse.

He burst into laughter, "Then I will be the dean of Holy Capital Academy! Everything in the academy will be mine, including your disciple's golden brick magic artifact, and even your life..."

Bang--!

Just as Zhang Jinyang had killed him, the gate was smashed open at that moment. All twenty of Qing Shuang Peak's disciples rushed in and attacked Zhang Jinyang simultaneously.

Zhang Jinyang was caught off guard and attacked simultaneously, forced to retreat repeatedly. The disciples worked together to rescue Luan Zhenfeng.

"You actually barged in on your own."

Zhang Jinyang looked at them without any panic, but rather with extreme confidence.

Since we're all here together, let's clean up the other side together.

He spread his hands, forming a strange hand seal. Instantly, the same hand seal appeared on Lü Yun's body, and then he suddenly stood up.

The name here has been changed!

Lei Shizhong = Zhang Jinyang.

His name is Zhang Jinyang, I remembered it wrong before.