Chapter 464: Irreconcilable Conflicts

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Hawkland’s heart sank, but the surrounding reporters were delighted, finally getting some real substance. They immediately perked up and pressed on relentlessly: "Since it's not confidential, may we ask Captain Wang Feng, what exactly did the members of Old Wang Squad sacrifice to advance to the ghost level? Also, how complex is the ghost-level teaching content at Rose? Does it truly have universality and replicability? Is it..."

"Speaking of this, I feel quite ashamed," Wang Feng sighed. "I actually haven't done anything yet. I merely tossed them a handwritten copy of my teacher's ghost-level theory, and somehow they reached the ghost level. Mainly because my teammates' talents are truly exceptional, and the teacher's ghost-level theory is so straightforward that it doesn’t require any extra effort or teaching."

The sound of scribbling notes suddenly stopped. They had expected some explosive revelations, but... was this a revelation? Or just plain bragging?

"So, after the new Ghost Level Class opens, I hope there will be some juniors who learn a bit slower, so we can actually experience the difficulty of breaking through to the ghost level. After all, challenges help identify shortcomings in our ghost-level theory, allowing us to improve and refine it. But honestly, I don’t have high expectations... because achieving the ghost level is just too simple. It's like one plus one equals two—you can’t make the equation any simpler."

Simple? Too simple? One plus one equals two? That’s how he described breaking through to the ghost level?!

The reporters, eager for sensational scoops, were dumbfounded. They’d heard people brag before, but never so blatantly. This was even more audacious than his clash with the Saint yesterday.

Honestly, had Wang Feng been evasive, the reporters might not have believed him. But by boasting so extravagantly—even if halved—his words were still jaw-dropping, making them oddly more credible. Who’d have the guts to boast like this without backing it up?

Bystanders like Hei Wukai and Yinyue couldn’t help but chuckle. Fan Texi and Kela’s training had been grueling—Old Hei and Mo Tong knew best. They’d practically beaten them to a pulp at home before they even set out. Yet Old Wang dared call it simple?

Classic Old Wang—pulling another fast one. And to do so at a press conference broadcast across the entire alliance—only Old Wang would dare. This was so... Old Wang!

One reporter, still gaping in shock, persisted: "What about you personally, Captain Wang Feng? You’ve mastered multiple disciplines like runes, witchcraft, and martial arts. Surely that required immense effort? Is this too thanks to Thunder Dragon’s unique methods? Is the Ghost Level Advanced Training Class about learning to integrate multiple skills like you? Perhaps this is the revolutionary power of the ghost level you advocate?"

"Yes, Captain Wang Feng. Moreover, whether within the Holy Sanctuary or across the League of Blades, your personal fanbase is no small number. Could you share some of your own cultivation insights and hardships to inspire and guide your admirers toward self-improvement?"

They seemed to have found a new angle. Surely Wang Feng couldn’t claim these were simple too? That he’d just casually practiced and somehow succeeded? If he admitted even a little difficulty, their eloquence could pry deeper and make him spill everything!

"My personal cultivation insights?" Wang Feng sighed and shook his head. "Speaking of this, it’s truly a painful and perplexing matter for me."

The reporters instantly perked up. Good, a scoop was coming! Finally, something to write about!

Even Hei Wukai and the others from Rose couldn’t help but focus intently. Wang Feng seemed genuinely troubled. How had he become so strong? This was something everyone was curious about.

"Every time I see others cultivating—their pain and joy, their hard-earned progress—I feel a faint sorrow," Wang Feng said with deep regret. "Because someone like me, who’s never trained a day, masters everything at a glance. My soul force grows just by thinking about it... I can never experience the joy of hard-won progress. What a hollow existence! This is my greatest regret. So, I advise all my fans and junior brothers and sisters in the Holy Sanctuary: walk your path step by step. Don’t follow my path—it’s a lonely road."

The flashing lights stopped. The scribbling ceased. Reporters, lighting technicians, bystanders—all gaped at him, minds utterly blank.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Even the usually unflappable Mo Tong was stunned, nearly overcome with the urge to jump up and punch him... if only he could win.

The room went pin-drop silent. Old Wang asked twice if there were any more questions, but none of the reporters could even respond.

"Good!" Old Wang decisively hauled a dazed Hawkland up by the arm. "Since there are no further questions, today’s press conference is concluded. Thank you all for your support. Next stop: Rose—see you there!"

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, as Wang Feng bowed deeply at ninety degrees and sauntered off with Hawkland. Only after they’d disappeared did the reporters slowly regain their senses, exchanging bewildered looks.

Wait—did the press conference just end? What had even been said?

They’d never met a Holy Sanctuary disciple quite like this...

...

Outside the hall, in the quiet of the restroom, the door closed, sealing the silence.

Principal Hawkland had been ‘guided’ in by Wang Feng, still reeling from his outrageous claims.

Lao Huo was baffled. Both had been evasive, but while Wang Feng left the reporters dizzy and stunned, he was the one left spinning. Could the gap between people really be this vast? This kid seemed older than his twenty years—fifty, even!

Seated in the room, he gaped at Wang Feng for a good four or five seconds before finally snapping back to reality.

The headache-inducing press conference seemed to have finally ended?

"Whew!" Hawkland let out a long sigh. He now felt he could somewhat understand what Karida had told him before Wang Feng left for Dragon City: "If it's that guy, I think he can handle anything."

This... was hard not to believe now!

Hawkland decided to call it even, offsetting Wang Feng's fault of leaving him to suffer last night with today's merit of saving the situation. It was time to get down to serious business.

"With no outsiders here now, Wang Feng, give me the truth!" Lao Huo collected himself, his intense stare fixed on Wang Feng's eyes as if trying to catch any trace of deception. "Are the Ghost Level Class and Ghost Level Advanced Training Class real? Does Old Thunder know about this?"

"Real." Wang Feng nodded with a smile as he prepared tea, his hands steady. The tea culture of the Nine Heavens Continent was splendid and diverse, but its core always revolved around cultivating calmness of mind. "Of course, Teacher knows about it."

Hawkland was anything but peaceful. He stared unblinkingly at Wang Feng, only relaxing when he repeatedly confirmed no hint of deception in those eyes, the boulder in his heart finally lifted.

Frankly, just seeing the enthusiasm of those Holy Sanctuary principals yesterday made Lao Huo realize that if this were fake, it would spell a point of no return for Rose. No excuse could ever redeem them afterward—Rose would face hostility from everyone in the Holy Sanctuary, even the entire League of Blades.

But since it was real, things were much simpler. This was a tremendous advantage, the real opportunity for Rose to soar.

Now Lao Huo grew excited. "Then how will it be implemented? The number of first-round applicants? Specific tuition fees? Enrollment criteria and selection methods..."

He fired off over a dozen questions in one breath, but Wang Feng merely smiled faintly at him. Only after Hawkland exhausted all his pent-up questions did Wang Feng reply with a smile, "Principal, these matters will likely have to wait until we return to Rose to finalize. What I can tell you is that both the Ghost Level Class and Advanced Training Class are indeed real. I heard many principals have come to you to pull strings to enroll—you can promise them all. No matter how many apply, it won’t affect the subsequent plans."

"..." Hawkland was speechless. Though slightly dissatisfied with Wang Feng's vagueness, he admitted that if even Thunder Dragon had kept this from him, there must be a reason. Some things were simply beyond his expertise, and he didn’t need to meddle too much.

At least Wang Feng had granted him some authority—unlimited admissions. That meant he could at least relish showing off to his old principal friends in the Holy City these next couple of days. Not a bad consolation.

Lao Huo was straightforward and soon let it go. But there was still another, more sensitive yet unavoidable topic.

"What about the Holy City?" Hawkland frowned. "Was provoking the Holy City also part of Old Thunder's plan? Honestly, not discussing this with me beforehand was really too much. I am, after all, Rose's principal. And I think provoking the Holy City is extremely unwise for Rose right now. We’ve only just barely stabilized—"

"Lao Huo."

Wang Feng suddenly stopped calling him "Principal," switching to "Lao Huo."

Admittedly, a Holy Sanctuary disciple in his early twenties addressing Hawkland so casually was absurd. Yet, strangely, Hawkland didn’t feel the slightest discomfort—as if the person before him truly was a friend despite the age gap. He fell silent, waiting for Wang Feng to continue.

"Do you think there’s any room for compromise between Rose and the Holy City now?"

"That’s too extreme. There have been conflicts between the Holy City and Rose, but those were long-buried history from past generations, long buried... Besides, after Rose’s stunning performance yesterday, with the entire League watching, why would the Holy City cause trouble now? As for their opposition to reformists, even within the Holy City, opinions on reform remain divided. Otherwise, they’d have cut the Gordian knot long ago—they have the power. Since they haven’t acted, they wouldn’t target Rose over this." Hawkland’s frown deepened. "Without your clash with Saint Roy yesterday, none of this would be an issue. We should’ve just taken our victory and left it at—"

"Lao Huo, you’re oversimplifying things." Wang Feng handed him a freshly brewed cup of tea, saying with a smile, "Even without yesterday’s conflict, even if we hadn’t launched the Ghost Level Class, there would’ve been no room for reconciliation between Rose and the Holy City. Failing to plan is planning to fail. And this conflict will erupt much sooner than you think."

Hawkland paused, studying Wang Feng as if weighing the gravity of his words.

"Lao Huo, let’s just consider this: When the Holy City imprisoned Sister Da, their main accusation was her alleged illicit dealings with beastmen. But even after investigations found no evidence—even after Wu Di’s awakening made the entire League dismiss the rumors—they still refused to release her." Old Wang smiled faintly. "Does that seem normal to you?"

Hawkland’s expression gradually darkened. Had Wang Feng said this before yesterday, he might’ve argued the Holy City was waiting for Rose’s challenge results before acting. But now, even after the Holy City issued congratulations for Rose’s victory, there was still no mention of Karida... Thinking it through, this was more than mere sluggishness.

"Ever since the major Holy Sanctuaries, under the Holy City’s orders, publicly denounced Rose in Holy Sanctuary's Light, it was clear their target wasn’t reform—it was Teacher. It was the Thunder Family." Wang Feng smiled. "Why has Teacher been biding his time all these years, even withdrawing from worldly affairs? Why has he only indulged in fishing and leisure?"

Hawkland’s lips parted slightly. He and Old Thunder had been longtime partners. In their prime, their innovations in the rune domain had led the League of Blades’ rune circles. He knew Thunder Dragon’s character and dedication well. But around a decade ago, Old Thunder suddenly became "irresponsible." Without his genius, Hawkland struggled to keep Rose’s costly "Zeppelin airship" project afloat, often railing against Thunder Dragon’s neglect.

Now, hearing Wang Feng’s words, it seemed Thunder Dragon’s abrupt change had a reason?

"You mean..."

"The Holy City never stopped fearing and guarding against Teacher. If not for his years of biding his time, Rose wouldn’t have survived long enough for Sister Da to take over—the Holy City would’ve crushed us." Wang Feng said with emotion, "You lived through the era of Teacher and the Holy Lord, Lao Huo. You understand their history better than I do. No need for me to elaborate."

"..." Hawkland fell silent, his mind churning with thoughts.

He knew all about what was going on between Thunder Dragon and the Holy Lord—maybe even the guy who knew the most in the entire alliance.

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