Chapter 465: Putting the Rose to Death

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The position of Holy Lord is not hereditary within the Luo family but is elected. Of course, for the Luo family, which has long held great power, such elections are mostly just a formality. Over the more than two hundred years since the founding of the Holy City, this position has been in the hands of the Luo family for at least two-thirds of that time.

But Thunder Dragon was someone who truly competed with the current head of the Luo family for the position of Holy Lord—not for himself, but in support of a name that has long become taboo in the Sacred Hall: Qian Jue Qian! Yes, that very Qian Jue Qian who is now regarded as a madman by the entire continent, the master of the Dark Hall!

Although they ultimately failed for complex reasons, the combination of Thunder Dragon and Qian Jue Qian was indeed one of the rare threats to the Luo family's hold on the Holy Lord position in the history of the Blade Alliance. The grievances and entanglements among these three parties are quite complex, but in the end, it boils down to one thing: the Holy Lord and his Luo family are deeply wary of these two. If not for their fear of Thunder Dragon's power and influence, even though Qian Jue Qian has left the Sacred Hall and become a notorious pariah, the Holy Lord would only truly rest easy if both were dead.

Of course, the Holy Lord would never show this openly. He once publicly promised Thunder Dragon that past grievances would not be pursued, and Hockland, along with Thunder Dragon's closest friends at the time, all took it at face value. But who would have thought that the Holy Lord had been scheming behind the scenes all along? Even without the knowledge of someone as close to Thunder Dragon as Hockland, he forced Thunder Dragon into semi-retirement just to survive. And now, even semi-retirement isn't enough for the Holy Lord's peace of mind—he wants to completely destroy Rose Academy and uproot the entire influence of the Thunder family in Aurora City!

Thus, just as Rose Academy's reforms began to show promise and produced a genius like Wang Feng, the Holy Lord immediately made the "bizarre" decision to send such a prodigy to the battlefield under the pretext of the Nine Divine Warriors of Dragon City—simply to cripple Rose's growth. And before this matter could even conclude, he turned his attention directly to Karida, imprisoning her in the Holy City, followed by the eight Sacred Halls challenging Rose Academy...

In fact, once all these events are connected, even without Wang Feng saying another word, Hockland can already imagine the "contributions" and push from the Holy Lord behind the scenes. Old Thunder's current response strategies—whether directing Wang Feng's eight battles, establishing the Ghost-Class Training, or even directly challenging the Holy City—all make perfect sense now.

Hockland is honest but not stupid. Understanding all this, even a fool could see that kneeling before the Holy City would be utterly useless for Rose Academy. This isn't some internal conflict between brotherly Sacred Halls—this is the Holy Lord trying to destroy Rose Academy!

But... we're all part of the Blade Alliance! We're all members of the Sacred Hall! Hockland knows Old Thunder's character better than anyone. If someone said Old Thunder still harbored ambitions for the Holy Lord position, Hockland would never believe it. So why can't the Holy Lord just let it go?

"Ah!" Hockland sighed deeply, his face full of confusion. "Why must relationships between people be so complicated? If the Holy Lord truly doesn't trust Old Thunder..."

"Old Hock," Wang Feng patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "In any era, power struggles are the cruelest, even more terrifying than actual war. Human hearts are unfathomable. The conflict between Rose Academy and the Holy City is unavoidable, but there's no need to worry too much. We have plenty of chips to play with the Sacred Hall. Holy Sons, Holy Lords—are kings and nobles truly born to rule? Just watch how Master and I deal with them."

Deal with the Holy Son and Holy Lord?

Old Hock's mouth fell open. Even Thunder Dragon in his prime wasn't this audacious. This young man... damn!

"You guys, each more troublesome than the last. Compared to you, I feel like a damn fool!" Old Hock finally conceded, utterly speechless. He waved his hands dismissively, not even wanting to continue the conversation with Wang Feng. "I think you'd better focus on getting that girl Karida back first. As for this damn headmaster position, whoever wants it can have it. Sitting in it feels like my ass is on fire—it's unbearable!"

Emerging from the small hall, Old Hock was off to socialize. Compared to last night's gloom, he now looked radiant and full of energy, completely refreshed despite staying up all night... The Ghost-Class Training was real, and he had slots—as many as he wanted! Wasn't that enough to flaunt to his old headmaster friends? He could brag sideways, upside down, any way he pleased!

Old Hock was determined to reclaim all the face he'd lost last night and start a whole new round of bragging. This time, he could keep it up for three days without getting tired!

Wang Feng had no intention of joining the elders' gathering. It wasn't that he minded engaging in diplomacy, but his position differed from Hockland's. Hockland acted as a lubricant between Rose Academy and the outside world, whereas Wang Feng—both in his personal views and how others perceived him—was unequivocally a core member of the Thunder family. Thus, while Hockland could go out and play diplomatic games, Wang Feng couldn't.

Moreover, there was absolutely no room for compromise between the Holy City and Rose Academy. Other Sacred Halls wouldn't truly take sides in a conflict of this magnitude—not even those aligned with the Holy City, like Zenith and West Peak, or those in a honeymoon phase with Rose Academy, like Ice Spirit and Sakuman. Taking positions in internal Sacred Hall disputes was one thing, but when it came to the Holy City and the Holy Lord, none would openly declare support for either side.

Put simply, aside from Darkmoon Island—whose stance was entirely different from any other faction in the Blade Alliance—everyone else was, to Wang Feng, merely superficial allies. Old Hock's presence was enough; Wang Feng didn't need to expend extra energy.

Besides, with this major victory, Rose Academy now had some capital. At the very least, the Holy City couldn't push them around so easily anymore. They needed to maintain their pride and stance—otherwise, who would follow them? And the Ghost-Class Training was a necessary step for Rose Academy's ascent.

Don't think that quickly boosting your own strength will make you invincible.

Back when Wang Meng was at Dragon Level, he could pacify the land because humans were pioneering new territories. Though the environment was harsh and external challenges were great, the unity among humans was strong. When united, humans are formidable, but they're also first-rate at infighting. Given the complex situation and conflicts among factions in the Nine Heavens Continent today, even the emergence of a new Dragon Level wouldn't be enough to change the continent's landscape through sheer force alone.

You have to take things step by step. Times have changed—relying solely on brute strength to overcome all obstacles is a futile path in this era. Unless Wang Meng were resurrected or a true deity emerged, but how likely is that? Even for Old Wang, without gathering all nine Nine-Eyed Celestial Orbs, it's hopeless...

...

The old folks had their gatherings, and the young had theirs. Rose Academy had reserved the Versailles Hall on the ground floor of the Sacred Light Inn.

The venue wasn't large. On the raised stage at the front, performers played soothing music. This was a small, private cocktail party, and those invited were clearly Rose Academy's closest friends. Su Yue, Patu, Ning Zhiyuan, Yue Ningxin, and other Rose Academy members didn't need mentioning—they were practically co-hosts, helping Wang Feng greet everyone.

As the host of the day and the hero who created a miracle by defeating two ghost-level opponents in a row from Zenith Sacred Hall, Wang Feng was undoubtedly the brightest star of the evening.

This brilliance wasn't just due to the halo of glory surrounding him at the moment, but also because, despite all these halos of glory, he remained the same as before—clapping ordinary junior disciples like Patu on the shoulder, saying things like "damn," or cracking jokes and playfully teasing them... It felt oddly heartwarming. Back when everyone was still at Rose Academy, they hadn't noticed it much—joking with Old Wang was as natural as eating or drinking. But now, in the hearts of Rose Academy disciples, Wang Feng was no different from a living legend. Forget joking—they were even too nervous to speak loudly in front of him. Yet, who would've thought? Even after becoming so strong, Old Wang was still the same jokester.

The Rose Academy disciples were truly convinced. Just like Old Wang's goofy nature, it wasn't that he'd suddenly become strong—he'd always been this strong!

Wang Feng moved through the crowd with a glass in hand, making sure no acquaintance felt left out. One moment he was chatting with someone, the next clinking glasses with another—he was constantly occupied.

Fan Xixi, wrapped in bandages and wearing a cast, sat back leisurely in his wheelchair sipping wine. Among the injured members of Rose, his wounds were relatively minor, making him the only team member besides the unscathed Wu Di who could attend tonight's banquet. Others like Winnie and Kela were out of the question—Winnie hadn’t even regained consciousness by morning, while Kela couldn’t get out of bed at all. The most surprising case was Mapeier, whose injuries initially seemed superficial but later revealed the hidden force of the Heavenly Silkworm soul seed, causing her to faint last night. Fortunately, many skilled visitors had come to see Lao Huo yesterday, including several renowned exorcists from the Holy Sanctuary, who promptly cleared the residual dark energy from her wounds. Though she was out of danger, she still needed at least a day or two of complete rest, so attending the banquet was impossible.

Famier attended to Fan Xixi the whole time, while Wu Di, pulled over by Mo Tong and the others, appeared somewhat shy and hesitant to drink freely.

Xue Zhiyu wore a light blue princess gown, complementing Princess Xuecai’s white pleated skirt—one exuding grace and elegance, the other radiating liveliness and cheer, making them stand out strikingly at the banquet.

Yinfu couldn’t really be considered a guest here, having come from Rose. Hei Wukai, Mo Tong, and others also had good relations with Ice Spirit, gathering together in laughter and conversation. Compared to the Xue sisters, Yinfu dressed much more casually, yet even the most ordinary Rose uniform couldn’t dim the radiance of this Gandharva Princess. Her sweet, melting smile and innate aristocratic aura even charmed Xuecai, who usually showed little interest in other girls. Excitedly holding Yinfu’s hand, Xuecai chattered away about some of Wang Feng’s funny escapades in Ice Spirit, making Yinfu cover her mouth in laughter.

Aota, Hei Wukai, Mo Tong, and others pulled Wu Di aside, and after a quick introduction from Old Wang, they immediately hit it off with the Fire God Mountain crew. These were drinking buddies who bonded over alcohol, already thoroughly enjoying themselves—though Mo Tong’s tolerance was embarrassingly low. Still in the early stages, his cheeks were already flushed crimson, and it seemed only a matter of time before he collapsed. Meanwhile, disciples from Longyue and Kuisha Holy Sanctuary watched with amusement, occasionally discussing yesterday’s intense battles or Wang Feng’s statements during the press conference.

Xiao Bang stood quietly apart with a wine glass in hand. As the leader of Longyue, he had a habit of solitude, lost in his thoughts.

The Ghost Level Class was Thunder Dragon’s long-standing plan, and advancing to Ghost level—or even the Ghost Level Advanced Training Class—was his breakthrough.

This was the general perception of the Rose storm across the League of Blades, but in Xiao Bang’s eyes...

Watching his master, wine glass in hand, effortlessly mingling among the crowd without a hint of arrogance, Xiao Bang felt nothing but admiration and a strange sense of peace and anticipation. In the entire League of Blades, he alone might truly understand what kind of existence his master was.

With just a few pointers and a casually imparted theory of the Divine Triangle, his master had elevated him from mediocrity to one of the top combatants in the Holy Sanctuary. What kind of formidable teaching ability was that? The Ghost Level Class or the Ghost Level Advanced Training Class meant nothing to his master.

Moreover, his master could effortlessly slay a peak Ghost-level succubus—his true strength was something even Principal Thunder Dragon would unquestionably bow to. His master... was probably just using Thunder Dragon’s name. But why? If it was for the sake of staying low-key, there was no need to establish this training class. If it was for fame, using Thunder Dragon’s name was unnecessary.

Inscrutable, beyond understanding. Xiao Bang shook his head slightly. His master’s ways always seemed profound and enigmatic...

Lost in thought, Xiao Bang suddenly sensed someone’s gaze on him. A blue-skinned man approached with a smile. "Why aren’t you with your juniors?"

"Neither are you," Xiao Bang replied with a grin. Strangely enough, every time he met Gule, he found some uncanny similarities between them—truly a strange connection.

"How’s that the same?" Gule chuckled, raising his glass. "I’m the only one from Sakuman here. The others don’t really support Rose. But your Longyue juniors are right over there drinking."

Xiao Bang clinked glasses with him and smiled. "Aren’t you already one of Rose’s people? How can you still call yourself Sakuman? And if we’re talking about Rose, your juniors are all over the place here."

Gule paused, then laughed wryly. "Touché. My bad."

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