The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1220: The Unlucky Wang Jie

Chapter 1220: Chapter 1220: The Unlucky Wang Jie

Secret Realm, Chang’an City.

It has been a long time since Chang’an Academy was this bustling.

Young talents from various ancient star systems, amounting to over ten thousand, have gathered here.

There are also cultivators from various sects of Great Xia Country, all waiting for the opening of Ghost Emperor City, hoping to seek opportunities within.

Inside this Ghost Emperor City, it is said that there are secrets from the Ancient Era.

After the fragmentation, many of the cultivation laws have been lost, and one could catch a glimpse of them inside.

Wang Jie and a group of cultivators sat together, with somewhat stifled expressions.

Recently, they’ve been bullied quite miserably; those extraterritorial cultivators seem to be targeting him deliberately.

Every time they see him, they provoke him and then challenge him to measure up in the Battle Arena.

Chang’an Academy does not allow private fights, but challenges are permitted.

In the Battle Arena, as long as you have a Space-breaking Talisman, you can fight to the death without consequences.

At the critical moment, crushing the talisman will allow you to preserve your life and withdraw.

Wang Jie has now been challenged by extraterritorial cultivators more than a dozen times in a row, with both losses and wins, each time ending with cuts and bruises.

These past two days, the extraterritorial cultivators have quieted down.

The local cultivators have started making trouble again, intentionally targeting him for challenges.

These people are precisely the geniuses from Mount Shu and Mount Mao who were originally fooled by Long Fei.

They traveled from the distant Northern Cold Continent, flying and passing through, taking several months just to hurry back, nearly bursting with anger.

With Long Fei not around, they take their anger out on Wang Jie.

In the room, Liu Jiangnan, Nightingale, and Anna, Ground Rat Demon King, Bald Dog are all gathered.

Nightingale is dutifully applying medicine to Wang Jie’s wounds, while Liu Jiangnan and the others seem deeply frustrated, banging on the table and cursing, "Damn it, those geniuses from Mount Shu and Mount Mao are just too damned outrageous. It’s bad enough that extraterritorial cultivators bully us, but now they do too, completely crossing the line."

Bald Dog, rubbing his bald head, suggested, "We can’t just sit here and wait to die. Why not come up with a plan and set up an ambush to take the bastard down all at once?"

Wang Jie shook his head and said, "That’s not possible, private fights are forbidden in Chang’an Academy. If we do that, we’ll definitely be expelled. After that, the opportunity from the Ghost Emperor Palace will have nothing to do with us."

Ground Rat Demon King patted his belly and comforted, "Everybody calm down, didn’t the Ninth Princess go outside to invite the master? Once the master arrives, he’ll slap all these petty individuals to death with a single palm."

"I just hope Brother Long can come in soon!"

Wang Jie sighed deeply, his head hung low.

Currently, the Yin Yang Sect in the secret realm is divided into two groups, one consisting of cultivators from the outside world waiting for opportunities at the various famous mountains and rivers.

The other is developing within the secret realm; the young are busy with their affairs, and those cultivating hardly have a moment to spare to come and provide support.

Nightingale suggested, "If all else fails, let’s ask Sister Little Ya for help in Mount Hua! When she came back last time, she said if there’s any trouble, we could go find her in Mount Hua. She has the Chaos Green Lotus in hand, and most people are no match for her."

Wang Jie took a deep breath and, raising his voice, declared, "That’s even more inappropriate! As a grown man, how can I let a woman help me when trouble arises? No more talk from any of you, if anyone else challenges me, I’ll fight him to the death. If I kill a few bastards, let’s see who dares challenge me again."

The crowd nodded, with no better plan available.

Before the words were finished, a crowd outside the dormitory immediately came over, shouting into the room, "You defeated coward, where are you hiding? Hurry up and roll out here, my brother wants to challenge you."

Wang Jie’s eyes reddened slightly as he led a group out the door.

The students of Chang’an Academy all live in small courtyards, some in private courtyards and some in shared ones.

Wang Jie’s is a private courtyard, with one room inside and various strange flowers and exotic grasses planted in the yard, which also has a small fish pond.

At this moment, this place is already crowded with people.

There are crowds outside watching the excitement; they have gotten used to it these days and don’t even have to think to know someone is looking for Wang Jie for a challenge.

The number one figure of Chang’an Academy wasn’t the formidable Prime Minister’s son Yi Qingyun, but instead, it became Wang Jie.

After Wang Jie came out, someone clamored, "You’re Wang Jie?"

Wang Jie held back and asked with a lifted eyebrow, "And you are?"

The man taunted, "Have you gone blind, mutt? I am Ying Jiutian from the Corpse King Star. Let’s cut to the chase, my brother Ying Zhen was killed by your brother Long Fei. Since my brother is no longer here, today I will kill you instead, to collect some interest first."

Wang Jie was furious, "You damn zombie dare to be reckless in front of me, let’s fight it out on the Battle Arena!"

Ying Jiutian laughed arrogantly, "Good, you’ve got guts. I was worried you wouldn’t show up, but since you’re game, let’s have a good fight on the platform!"

He took his men and strode off, leaving Wang Jie with a stomach full of smoldering rage.

Now he really had become a target for everyone, even the Corpse Clan dared to come out and run wild.

In the Battle Arena, an old protector with a sour face opened up the restrictions around the area.

These days, there were challenges every single day.

It had made him so irritable that he couldn’t even get a day off.

After Ying Jiutian entered, his black robe fluttered in the wind.

His tall stature and somewhat pale complexion carried a touch of melancholic temperament, causing a stir among the female cultivators around.

These junior students, having quite an interesting study-life balance, would frequently place bets here whenever they could.

A girl exclaimed, "This handsome guy, isn’t he from the royal family of Corpse King’s brother?"

"Exactly, the descendants of the Ying Clan carry the Mythical Beast Bloodline from our ancestors, voracious and bloodthirsty, extremely formidable."

"Senior, what exactly is a Mythical Beast?"

"You don’t know? One of the ten fierce beasts from the dawn of creation, even Immortals are scared of it."

A group of people chatted away, and some had already started organizing bets.

A majority bet on Ying Jiutian’s victory because, these last few days, this royal from the Corpse Clan had beaten many masters at school and had become very famous.

Although Wang Jie was the senior of the Academy, he had taken on too many challenges.

Everyone thought he hadn’t fully recovered, so they weren’t very optimistic about him.

When he arrived, the stage erupted into commotion again.

The old man guarding the arena handed each, Wang Jie and Ying Jiutian, a Space-breaking Talisman, reiterating the rules once more.

Ying Jiutian sneered coldly, "Wang, have you got the guts to not use this Space-breaking Talisman?"

The thing was meant to save one’s life.

Ying Jiutian dared to ask this, showing his utmost confidence.

The crowd of onlookers focused on Wang Jie, wanting to see if he had the courage.

Wang Jie looked at the old man dismissing the crowd and asked, "Teacher, can we not use this thing?"

The old man shook his head, "No, our Academy only distinguishes victory or defeat, not life or death. Whoever disrupts the order, immediately expelled, and not allowed to participate in the Ghost Emperor City’s inauguration ceremony."

Wang Jie glanced over the crowd and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, see? It’s not that I want to use this thing, but the rules prohibit it.

Ying Jiutian laughed loudly, "Scaredy-cat, always looking for an excuse, cut the nonsense. Even if you could use the Space-breaking Talisman, I’m still going to beat you half to death, shatter your physical body!"

He stepped forward, giving Wang Jie a thumbs down before him on the platform.

After Wang Jie entered with a grim face, the old man placed the Formation Flag on the ground, activating the protective barrier of the Battle Arena.

A transparent glass barrier lit up, sparkling with dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.

No matter how much commotion was inside, with this barrier in place, it wouldn’t affect those outside.