Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 388 - 370 Time to Make a Move

"Fellow brothers, tend to your wounds. Did anyone die?" Qin Qing asked.

"No, Senior Qin! None of us died in battle, only injuries, among which Fang Tianling, Yi Zijing, and Guo Nu are seriously injured!" said a disciple.

"Haha, no problem!" The disciple named Guo Nu, from the Wind-Fire Academy, was a bald, burly man with one hand cut off, which he held in his other hand.

"It’s just a minor injury. Compared to the foul air we’ve released this time, it’s nothing!" Guo Nu laughed, completely unconcerned.

"Don’t act tough. You are fine now because your Qi-Blood is abundant, but if you lose too much Qi-Blood, it will be very dangerous!" Zhu Linglong walked over and glared at Guo Nu.

"Hehe... you’re right, Senior Sister Zhu! I’ll reattach this severed arm right now!" Guo Nu said with a loud and hefty voice while placing his severed limb back onto his shoulder.

The other disciples around them also laughed upon seeing this scene.

Although many disciples had sustained injuries, whether light or severe, they didn’t care at the moment.

As Guo Nu said, compared to venting the anger in their hearts, what was a small injury?

Moreover, they only sustained some injuries, whereas almost all of the forty-some disciples from Tai’a Academy had been wiped out!

"Senior Qin!" Just then, the disciple with the surname Feng who Qin Qing had encountered before also came over, saying to Qin Qing with guilt, "Senior Qin, my name is Feng Wangjing. I apologize for what I said to you before!"

Qin Qing smiled faintly and patted Feng Wangjing on the shoulder, "We’re all brothers of the same sect, there’s no need for such words. Besides, didn’t you all follow me when I came?"

Qin Qing glanced at the few people behind Feng Wangjing.

They all had looks of shame on their faces.

Before, they had hesitated and were afraid to come to the aid of their fellow sect members. If Qin Qing hadn’t stood up at the critical moment, they might have been too frightened to show themselves until the very end.

Now... they felt ashamed of their actions.

"Senior Qin, we were indeed afraid before. But after this battle, we’ve recognized our mistakes. If a similar situation arises in the future, we will not hesitate to stand up and fight the enemy alongside our brothers!"

"Yes, Senior Qin, we understand now. It’s better to live standing than to die kneeling. You were right in your lesson!"

Several other disciples also spoke one after another, their words sincere.

Qin Qing nodded with satisfaction.

He knew that the purpose of this battle had been achieved, and it had the desired effect.

Perhaps... this was part of what their master, Zhu Jirong, had intended by having them lead a team outside for training.

Over the years, the disciples of the Wind-Fire Academy had become more and more scattered, gradually turning into loose sand.

If the Wind-Fire Academy wished to strike back, it was time to unite!

"Let’s go, this training is almost over... Everyone, back to the academy!" Qin Qing said.

"Let’s go! Back to the Wind-Fire Academy!" Cang Yuan followed up.

Their spirits were high, completely opposite to when they had arrived.

When they came, many were hanging their heads low like frostbitten eggplants, but now they walked with their heads held high, their eyes sparkling with vitality...

...

Wind-Fire Academy.

Spirit Pill Pavilion.

The Wind-Fire Academy was down to its last two elders.

One of them was the current Elder Feng Yu, who was in charge of collecting materials. Elder Feng Yu handled all internal affairs, from the enlistment and departure of disciples to the imparting and guidance of cultivation techniques, and collecting materials—virtually all internal matters were processed by him.

There was also another elder, named Lu Anping, the Spiritual Patterns Elder. He was responsible for teaching spiritual patterns and for refining elixirs and spiritual treasures.

When Wind-Fire Academy was in its glory days, there were nearly a thousand elders and deacons, but now, those who should have left and those who shouldn’t have all left, leaving only Feng Yu and Lu Anping as the remaining elders.

At this moment, Elder Feng Yu was sitting in the Alchemy Pavilion.

He looked haggard, his gaze sweeping inch by inch across the Alchemy Pavilion, his eyes revealing an unmistakable fatigue and desolation.

In the past, the Alchemy Pavilion was bustling with people coming and going every day.

The scents of various spiritual materials and elixirs permeated the air.

But now... only the smell of rotting wood remains in the air.

The Alchemy Pavilion hadn’t seen a single disciple in over half a year, and the entire pavilion had not been repaired for several years. A corner of the roof was damaged, and a piece of glazed tile had been pecked by a passing bird, leaving a crack. It had just rained, and the rainwater was dripping through the crack, tick-tocking down.

On several pillars inside the pavilion, the vermilion paint was peeling off in large patches, creating a mottled appearance.

Elder Feng Yu had no family; he lost his parents when he was very young and was brought into Wind-Fire Academy by his master, and he had been here for over two hundred years.

He had witnessed the height of Wind-Fire Academy’s prosperity and watched as it declined.

The impermanence of life was just like Wind-Fire Academy.

As a Martial Arts ancestor of the Nascent Soul Realm, Feng Yu could leave whenever he wanted, he could even take on the role of an elder at Tai’a Academy.

But he didn’t do so.

Since his memories began, he had always been at Wind-Fire Academy and had never left its side.

"If... if one day Wind-Fire Academy truly falls, no longer exists, then perhaps I too will vanish from this world along with Wind-Fire Academy!"

On Feng Yu’s elderly face, there were no ripples of emotion.

But his eyes were filled with desolation and emptiness.

Just then, sudden rustling footsteps came from outside the chilly Alchemy Pavilion.

Then, someone walked in.

It was a disciple of Wind-Fire Academy.

Feng Yu blinked his dry eyes, almost thinking he saw wrong.

"Disciple, do you need something here?"

Feng Yu asked.

"Elder Feng!"

The disciple who had entered was Cang Yuan.

"In this period, the disciples of Wind-Fire Academy have been training on the Jiuyun Mountain, and we’ve gathered quite a few spiritual objects. I wonder if Elder Feng could turn these materials into elixirs or medicinal liquids?" Cang Yuan asked with a smile.

Feng Yu was stunned. He had thought it was a disciple who had entered by mistake, or someone hoping to try their luck and see if they could find any treasures in the desolate Alchemy Pavilion.

But upon hearing what Cang Yuan said, Feng Yu was immediately taken aback.

It had been a long time since he had heard a disciple mention submitting materials.

At least a year or two, right?

"What, are you Elder Feng?" Cang Yuan asked again; he had learned from Du Linglong that there was an Elder Feng in Wind-Fire Academy’s Alchemy Pavilion who had not left yet.

"Yes! I am indeed Elder Feng!" Feng Yu finally reacted, a rare smile appearing on his face: "However, I’m only responsible for registering and collecting materials. As for refining elixirs, that will have to be handed over to Elder Lu Anping..."

"Cough cough!"

At that moment, two coughs came from upstairs: "Is there finally a need for this old man? My old bones are almost rusty, it’s time to move them a bit..."