Who is Ban Qi? Huo Rui searched through all the books of Dingtian Academy and finally found a few words about this name in the history of the academy.
Banqi
There is only one keyword in the records about him: demonic cultivator.
The few lines mainly describe how he killed countless people and committed heinous crimes, and was eventually killed by a powerful figure from the Dingtian Academy.
After reading through the documents Huo Rui brought, Shang Yanting put them aside. "When did the Wanqi Clan become the Dean?"
"The Wanqi Clan?"
Since receiving Shang Yanting's order to investigate who Ban Qi was, Huo Rui had read through all the historical records of Dingtian Academy. After only a moment of contemplation, he had the answer in his heart.
"Wan Qiyi became one of the deans three hundred years ago."
He matched the records of Banqi with the records, and found that "the time recorded for the demonic cultivator Banqi and the time when Wanqiyi became the dean seem to be not much different."
Could there be some connection between the two?
Huo Rui looked at Shang Yanting.
"I see."
Shang Yanting thought of that demonic cultivator. Since the two were not that different, it was highly likely that he had some connection with Wan Qiyi.
It could even be a deep-seated hatred.
He wanted the dean's position, and that demonic cultivator wanted to avenge him.
At this moment, Shang Yanting had already made some plans in his mind.
"You should take care of the affairs of the peak during these days, as I will continue my seclusion."
He instructed Huo Rui, "Keep an eye on whether that temple will cause trouble later, and continue to investigate various information about the Wanqi Clan."
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At this moment, inside Wanqijing's mountain peak
Wan Qijing was naturally very displeased after being turned away. She had been in charge of the affairs of the Wan Qi clan for so many years, and even the other three deans would not have shown her such disrespect.
"Auntie, those people on Xianlong Peak are so annoying!"
Pu Yun tugged at Wan Qijing's sleeve and said.
She had never hated a group of people as intensely as she did now.
“Yun’er, your aunt knows you don’t like them.”
Wan Qijing's original purpose in going there was because Pu Yun was always bullied whenever she met the people from Xianlong Peak. So she wanted to dampen their arrogance, but who knew that these people didn't even take her seriously.
"But we can't openly take action against them."
Although Wan Qijing now holds a high position within the clan, the clan leader's words are orders, and even she cannot disobey them.
"There will be plenty of opportunities to teach them a lesson in the future. For now, we must complete the task assigned to us by the clan chief."
The competition between the four major families, both overt and covert, has lasted for hundreds of years.
Competition in cultivation level, competition in power, competition in magical beasts, and competition in weapons.
"Previously in Guangluo Yuhai, the rare treasure was obtained by someone else. We must forge the Dragon Roar Slash as soon as possible."
However, the most crucial material for the Dragon Roar Slash has not yet been obtained, and Wan Qijing has been worrying about this matter every day for the past few days.
"Aunt, although the treasure was stolen, the other three deans didn't get it either, did they?" Dragon Roar Slash has been delayed because of the lack of real dragon scales, so there's no rush.
Pu Yun felt that Wan Qijing had been putting too much pressure on herself these past few days.
"We can only say that we failed to seize the treasure, but we can't say for sure that the other three deans failed to seize it. No one can guarantee that the person who took the treasure wasn't sent by the other three deans."
"Yun'er, do you know why the Wanqi clan has people stronger than me, yet Aunt has been able to sit firmly in this position for over a hundred years?"
Wan Qijing looked at her and asked.
Pu Yun: "Because my aunt is capable, she can manage the Wanqi clan in an orderly manner and make it grow stronger day by day."
“Wrong! That’s because everyone else prioritizes the Wanqi Clan, while I dare to dedicate the entire clan’s strength to thinking what the clan leader thinks.”
After Wan Qijing finished speaking, seeing that she didn't understand, she sighed, "It's okay if you don't understand."
Ultimately, she wouldn't have the surname Wanqi, and she wouldn't have to live as cautiously as I did in the future.
"Aunt, since the Dragon Roar Slash is so important to the clan leader, isn't there a ready-made one in Dragon Scale Academy?"
Pu Yun couldn't understand the meaning of her aunt's words, but she remembered that there were dragon scales there, "Xianlong Peak, Yan Qing's magical beast."
Although the monster usually covers its forehead with thick fur, countless people know about the golden dragon scale on its forehead.
"this……"
Wan Qijing frowned slightly. Of course she knew, but she had her concerns.
"It's just removing the scales from its head, not killing it. As long as we do it discreetly, even the people of Xianlong Peak won't know it was us."
Pu Yun stepped forward to persuade her, "Aunt, you've searched the entire Aotian Continent, and this dragon scale is right in front of you. Besides, the magic weapon was made for the clan leader. Even if he knew about this, wouldn't he just turn a blind eye?"
Wan Qijing lowered her eyes. "Let me think about this."
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Xianlongfeng Training Room
After Shang Yanting entered a meditative state, he was once again troubled by strange illusions. He was no longer so easily affected by the things in the illusions, and even began to observe them intentionally.
In my dream, I didn't transform into a dragon.
Although the black dragon was still tall, it was actually extremely thin due to the long-term stripping of its scales and extraction of its marrow.
After getting what they wanted from him, those people brought him a bowl of black, foul-smelling medicine. Someone poured the medicine into his mouth, and it felt like thick, sticky mud mixed with blood sliding down his throat.
Then they abandoned themselves in the secret room.
He only managed to recover on his own.
He endured the excruciating pain in his spine, put on the clothes that had fallen to the ground, and slowly made his way out of the secret room, only to hear people talking outside.
“Clan leader, the Black Dragon is not a true dragon after all. Even if we use its spinal cord to refine the Dragon Roar Slash, it will be difficult.”
"Not even the spinal cord?"
The tall, dark figure was clearly enraged. "You've tried scales and blood, so when am I supposed to see the Dragon's Roar Slash? Do you expect me to personally capture a real dragon for you?"
"Clan leader, please calm down."
Another, slightly shorter cultivator replied with his head down, "Xie Chongshan said that the most important thing on a dragon's body is its tendons. Although the Flood Dragon has no tendons, its spine is the part that is closest to a dragon. If a complete spine is taken out and refined, the Dragon Roar Slash can truly be refined."
The entire spine?!
Shang Yanting withdrew his spiritual power and sat down, slightly panting.
What exactly is this illusion, or is it a demon in one's heart?
Before he opened his eyes, he seemed to feel someone using a cold blade to slice open the flesh on his back and take out his spine piece by piece.
His spiritual energy was surging erratically, showing signs of overflowing demonic energy.
He quickly closed his eyes and regulated his internal energy. After a long while, his spiritual and demonic power circulated simultaneously again. Only his demonic power, at the Demon Sect level, received a slight increase.
After two full cycles of the cycle, he opened his eyes and remembered the name that had appeared in the illusion—Xie Chongshan.
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