The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1295: Revenge Comes from the Sea

Bald Dog and the Ground Rat Demon King are now specifically responsible for intelligence work.

Their network of rat burrows has already spread across the entirety of Chang’an City, forming a layered intelligence network underground.

Lin Shanshan is even planning to lay network cables and electrical wires directly through the Ground Rat Demon King’s burrows for the upcoming infrastructure projects.

"What’s happened?"

Everyone looked curiously at Bald Dog and the Ground Rat Demon King, wondering who would dare cause trouble at Chang’an Academy.

Tomorrow is the day the Ghost Emperor Palace officially opens, so who would be so bored as to stir up chaos today?

Bald Dog anxiously said, "It’s Sister Little Ya! Someone is bullying Sister Little Ya at Chang’an Academy."

"Who’s courting death?"

Long Fei’s face instantly turned grim.

Chu Feng grabbed him, expressing concern, "Calm down for now. How’s your Great Dao injury doing?"

"Fully healed."

For the first time, Long Fei revealed the truth, which made the whole group relax and display expressions of relief and joy.

Wang Jie exclaimed, "See? I knew it! There’s a rumor that as long as someone enters the Heavenly Sound Workshop, no matter how severe their injuries, they’ll heal. This place truly lives up to its name."

"It’s good that you’ve recovered. Let’s head over immediately."

Chu Feng’s heart was at ease. He exchanged a nod with Long Fei, and the two headed toward Chang’an Academy together.

The academy’s female quarters were crowded at this moment.

A man with an imposing figure, clad in a golden robe and wearing a Purple Gold Crown on his head, stood tall and commanding with his hands behind his back.

Two women lay on the ground in front of him.

One was Yu Ping, and the other was Jiu Ge.

Wang Xiaoya stood behind, raising her brows and glaring furiously at this man.

She let out a sharp cry, "Who are you? We have no ties to you. Why did you hurt them?"

The man tilted his head back and let out a cold laugh. "You don’t know me, but I have a grudge against your man."

Beside him, a man with a pointed head, small eyes, and two long strands of whiskers loudly cackled, "All of you listen up! This is the foster son of the South Sea Flood Demon King, His Majesty Black Jiao Dragon."

The cultivators present gasped in shock, surprised that these people hailed from the sea.

Since ancient times, ocean cultivators rarely interacted with the land cultivators of Central Earth.

This time, with the opening of the Ghost Emperor Palace, the sea cultivators had come to join in the commotion.

Some felt indignant, their sharp gazes revealing the true nature of this pointed-head figure—just a lobster transformed into a spirit. Yet he dared to call himself "Master."

However, seeing how aggressive Prince Black Jiao Dragon appeared, no one dared to challenge him openly for the moment.

His cultivation level was clearly at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Wang Xiaoya was baffled and asked, "You are from the South Sea. Why would you have anything to do with my husband?"

Prince Black Jiao Dragon locked his gaze on her and replied, "No need to play dumb here. Your husband, Long Fei, has a blood feud with my Black Jiao clan in the world outside the South Sea. Since I can’t find him, I’ll settle scores with you first! You look decent enough; perhaps I’ll be merciful and make you my cultivation furnace."

"How do you know my husband is Long Fei?"

Wang Xiaoya’s eyes gleamed with sharpness. She had just arrived here and hadn’t yet informed Long Fei, yet this unfamiliar Black Jiao Prince had come straight for her.

"That’s irrelevant. What matters is whether you choose to yield willingly or be forced to comply."

Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s gaze turned sinister as he stared at her.

Wang Xiaoya stood resolutely, refusing to back down. "A mere mud eel like you thinks you can cause waves on the shore? You certainly overestimate yourself."

"You’re courting death!"

Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s robe billowed as he raised his hand to unleash an oppressive dragon aura, pressing down on Wang Xiaoya.

A Chaos Green Lotus manifested above Wang Xiaoya’s head, emitting a green ray that intercepted the pressure mid-air.

A buzzing sound filled the space as the atmosphere was compressed.

A sudden wind swept through the area, whipping everyone’s robes and forcing them to squint their eyes.

Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s palm trembled as he raised his hand abruptly.

He stared at the Green Lotus above Wang Xiaoya and, with greedy eyes, sneered in surprise, "A treasure of this caliber."

Guards patrolling the Chang’an Academy arrived and shouted at the crowd, "Who’s causing trouble here?"

The crowd scattered, but Prince Black Jiao Dragon stood conspicuously among them with his followers.

A young lord holding a fan stepped forward and addressed the guards, "It’s me, Your Prince."

Upon seeing him, the Guard Captain quickly kneeled, "Ah, it’s the Prince, Your Majesty."

The young lord smirked as he set his gaze on Wang Xiaoya. He was none other than Ji Haotian, son of the Third Prince.

Not long ago, he had been punished to contemplate in isolation because of Long Fei.

Now, having just regained his freedom, he had fallen in with the visiting sea cultivators.

Prince Black Jiao Dragon’s knowledge of Wang Xiaoya’s presence here had clearly come from him.

The Third Prince’s intelligence network was widespread, and the moment Wang Xiaoya entered Chang’an City, Ji Haotian had received word.

Hiding behind the scenes, he let Prince Black Jiao Dragon take the lead.

Even if Long Fei showed up, Ji Haotian’s involvement would remain indirect.

Seeing that Prince Black Jiao Dragon was Ji Haotian’s guest, the Guard Captain spoke more politely, "Your Highness, you are aware of Chang’an Academy’s rules. Fighting is permitted only in the Battle Arena; private brawls outside are strictly prohibited."

Ji Haotian raised an eyebrow and replied, "Fighting? What fighting? All I see is a young gentleman pursuing a fair lady, nothing more."

Prince Black Jiao Dragon echoed him with a smug smile, "Indeed, I am merely here to court my beloved."

Wang Xiaoya rebuked furiously, "Shameless! You injured my two sisters and still dare spout such nonsense?"

Prince Black Jiao Dragon responded calmly, "Just a couple of maids. I asked them questions, but they didn’t cooperate, so I had to teach them a lesson. If you’re upset, why don’t we settle this in the Battle Arena? I’d be delighted to play with you."

He stared arrogantly at Wang Xiaoya, provoking discontent among the surrounding cultivators.

Land cultivators had long harbored resentment against sea cultivators.

Yet here was Prince Black Jiao Dragon, a visitor daring to bully women so blatantly—it was shameless beyond words.

Still, no one dared step forward to intervene. The talented cultivators stood far back, merely watching the spectacle.

If Wang Xiaoya were someone else, they might have stepped in heroically to save her.

But as she was Long Fei’s woman, their resentment toward him kept them from making any efforts to help her.

Wang Xiaoya declared firmly, "Fine! A match it is! Do you think I’m afraid of you?"

Furious, she administered healing pills to Yu Ping and Jiu Ge before heading toward the Battle Arena.

Behind her, Ji Haotian signaled to Prince Black Jiao Dragon, who suddenly attacked from behind, releasing a red ligament-like whip.

The object moved almost invisibly, and before Wang Xiaoya realized the danger, she was bound tightly by the whip.

Yu Ping and Jiu Ge drew their swords in rage, shouting, "Shameless!"

Both surged forward with their blades, but Prince Black Jiao Dragon deflected them with one slap, causing their freshly healed wounds to reopen and forcing them to cough up hot blood again.

As a woman, Wang Xiaoya lacked practical combat experience.

She had assumed the rules of Chang’an Academy would protect everyone here.

Her spiritual power surged as she tried to activate the Chaos Green Lotus to break free from the red whip.

However, the whip emitted a domineering blood-red glow that suppressed her spiritual power entirely.

Prince Black Jiao Dragon sneered coldly, "Don’t waste your strength struggling. This treasure was crafted from the ancient sinews of Azure Dragons, specifically designed to lock one’s Divine Sea and Essence Blood. Obey me and serve as my cultivation furnace, and I’ll spare you some suffering."

"Scoundrel! Don’t you know the meaning of honor?"

Wang Xiaoya struggled desperately as the Phoenix Bloodline within her flared up, igniting raging flames that clashed against the Azure Dragon Sinew.

But the Azure Dragon Sinew was too powerful, infused with an oppressive dragon aura that suppressed her phoenix flames completely.

The harder she fought back, the tighter the whip constricted her, until she was gasping for air.

Yu Ping and Jiu Ge pleaded desperately to the nearby guards, "They’re wreaking havoc here in Chang’an Academy! How can you not intervene?"

The Guard Captain dismissed them disdainfully, "You’re not disciples of Chang’an Academy, and they’re not killing anyone—merely binding your Saintess—so why should we interfere?"

"Scoundrels!"

"Birds of a feather!"

The two spat out hot blood in fury, their rage nearly tangible.

Just then, the sky trembled violently.

A thunderous roar echoed, "What a laughable excuse! And what a laughable Chang’an Academy! Today, I’ll teach you a lesson in rules!"

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