novelraw Chapter 914 - 832: You’re About to Die
Chapter 914 - 832: You’re About to Die
Chapter 914: Chapter 832: You’re About to Die
Perhaps Eastern University’s ranking will also rise, breaking into the top ten nationwide.
After discussing all these matters, Ye Qingfeng’s status as a guest professor was also confirmed.
Next came the course schedule and professor benefits, which Ye Qingfeng didn’t care about and agreed to casually.
After the arrangements, Ye Qingfeng left Eastern University. As a guest professor, he doesn’t need to stay at the university all the time.
Originally, Ye Qingfeng could have been given accommodation by the university for guest professors, but he wanted to cultivate, so he declined.
He casually found an ordinary hotel outside the university; right now he only had three thousand yuan on him, so he couldn’t afford a nicer hotel.
In fact, Ye Qingfeng didn’t use the hotel for sleeping.
At night, Ye Qingfeng came to Eastern University where the spiritual energy was thick, making it very suitable for cultivation.
Eastern University is vast, with lush vegetation, so the spiritual energy here is much thicker than in other parts of the city.
Ye Qingfeng arrived at a lakeside; although it was already night, there were still some couples being intimate here.
This place was where the spiritual energy was most concentrated, and there were no streetlights, making it perfect for cultivation.
Ye Qingfeng found a clean spot, sat cross-legged, and began cultivating.
"What’s this person doing? Why is he just sitting on the ground?"
"I don’t know, maybe he’s crazy!"
Nevertheless, some couples noticed Ye Qingfeng, thought his actions were insane, and left in a hurry, frightened.
Other couples gradually noticed Ye Qingfeng as well and quietly left.
Without streetlights here, encountering such a strange person was indeed a bit scary.
Ye Qingfeng naturally didn’t care about others’ opinions and immersed himself in cultivation.
The spiritual energy here was decent and still acceptable for Ye Qingfeng at the moment.
However, if his cultivation advanced further, this level of spiritual energy wouldn’t be much to him.
When Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes, it was already 6 AM. However, this lake was in a remote part of Eastern University, so there weren’t any students passing by yet.
However, Ye Qingfeng did see an old and a young person practicing fist techniques here.
The old one was an elderly man in a white shirt, occasionally pointing out things to the young girl next to him.
The girl was also dressed in white training clothes, but she was tall, with delicate, snow-white skin, a rare beauty.
Ye Qingfeng stood up and smiled faintly. These ordinary moves, in his view, were useless no matter how much they were practiced.
After a casual glance, Ye Qingfeng withdrew his gaze; even if the other party was a rare beauty, he wouldn’t look twice.
At this moment, the girl in white walked over, her pretty face cold, looking somewhat unconvinced.
"Hey, what are you laughing at? Do you find our fist techniques funny?"
Lin Meng had already noticed Ye Qingfeng; she and her grandpa often came here to practice boxing, and today they unexpectedly encountered a strange person sitting here.
Originally, Lin Meng thought he was insane or a vagrant, but unexpectedly, her grandpa said he might be a good person.
And that they shouldn’t provoke him easily.
She scrutinized this person carefully and found that he had a clear and handsome face, with a particularly pleasant temperament.
However, how could such a young person possibly be a master?
Surely, he couldn’t even beat her; she had been practicing boxing for over ten years.
Lin Meng was already feeling defiant, and Ye Qingfeng’s smile made her even more upset, so she walked over.
"Sorry, no offense intended."
Ye Qingfeng wasn’t interested in arguing with an ordinary girl.
Upon hearing this, Lin Meng felt embarrassed instead.
Because when she got closer to Ye Qingfeng, she noticed his uniquely strong aura.
Moreover, standing next to him, there was an indescribable feeling—a very comfortable one, making people want to get closer.
"Humph, you just look down on my boxing techniques; how about we spar?"
Lin Meng was no longer upset in her heart, but she wouldn’t show weakness.
Spar?
This was really a big joke.
"No need, you’re not my opponent."
Ye Qingfeng turned and left.
"Humph! Looking down on me!"
Seeing Ye Qingfeng ignore her like this, Lin Meng became even angrier and couldn’t let him leave easily; she raised her foot and attacked.
Humph!
With a slight turn, Ye Qingfeng dodged the girl’s powerful kick.
Unexpectedly, this guy reacted so quickly; Lin Meng swiftly threw a punch straight to Ye Qingfeng’s chest.
Ye Qingfeng grabbed the girl’s wrist, his glistening, tender wrist in his hand, yet he felt no pity. He held her wrist in mid-air, unable to move.
The two stood very close; Ye Qingfeng could smell the fragrance on the girl’s body, her long eyelashes, and red lips were right in front of him.
Likewise, the girl could also smell a unique scent on Ye Qingfeng, not a perfume, but very pleasant.
"Hey, let go, you’re hurting me."
Lin Meng shouted and struggled, trying to break free from Ye Qingfeng’s grasp.
But inadvertently, when Lin Meng raised her head, she saw Ye Qingfeng’s cold eyes, making her heart tremble.
She had never seen eyes with such lethal force, capable of instilling fear in her heart.
She was the favorite granddaughter of Lin Beishan of the Lin family; she had never feared anyone in the business or political world, and now, she was afraid of a young man!
"Sir, it was Mengmeng who was rude; I apologize on her behalf."
The old man in traditional Chinese clothing came over at this time, chuckling.
Ye Qingfeng released Lin Meng; he wasn’t someone who held grudges.
Unless someone genuinely provoked him, those people, Ye Qingfeng would generally just kill!
"Judging by your skills, are you a Martial Artist? I am Lin Beishan; may I know your name, young friend?"
Lin Beishan, with extraordinary demeanor, cupped his hands towards Ye Qingfeng.
"Ye Qingfeng."
Ye Qingfeng replied indifferently.
"Mr. Ye, it was my granddaughter who offended you just now, I hope you can forgive her."
Lin Beishan’s gaze condensed, his tone more solemn.
He had witnessed Martial Artists before, but such a young, powerful Martial Artist was definitely exceptional in the mundane world.
For example, that Ge Min, who was once a young Martial Artist, roamed Huaxia with grace and flair.
Later joining the military, his cultivation continuously advanced, leading the Beihai Military District, bravely conquering three armies!
An Intermediate War General Level Martial Artist! Known as the War God of the military! Such a dominating presence!
Ye Qingfeng stared closely at the old man in traditional clothing and suddenly said, "You’re about to die!"
Lin Beishan was stunned, not reacting immediately.
"Hey, what nonsense are you saying? You’re the one who’s about to die!"
Lin Meng was infuriated by what she heard and immediately retorted.
Ye Qingfeng said nothing, continuing to stare at Lin Beishan.
Lin Beishan was first surprised, then smiled bitterly, "I originally didn’t want my granddaughter to know, but I didn’t expect you to see through it. Indeed, I was injured when I was young, it became a hidden illness, and now I don’t have much time left."
"What? Grandpa!"
Lin Meng was taken aback; if Ye Qingfeng hadn’t pointed it out, she wouldn’t have known her grandfather’s condition was so severe.