The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1301: The Incident at Ghost Emperor City

The aroma of dragon meat filled the air all night, leaving the people of Chang’an Academy sleepless. Cursing and swearing, they too lit bonfires, drank, and ate meat, making a racket throughout the night.

To everyone’s disappointment, despite such a commotion, the teachers and elders of Chang’an Academy chose to remain silent, tacitly allowing it to happen.

The dignified Royal Academy, the most prestigious place in the Great Xia Kingdom, let its rules be openly trampled here.

A group of disciples shouted about the decline of morality and the worsening of societal values.

Some even cited Long Fei’s remark: "The air of rouge and powder in Chang’an is too thick, it’s softened the bones of the Academy’s people."

The Academy’s teachers were stifled with frustration. They thought about teaching Long Fei a lesson but lacked the authority! ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Long Fei’s reputation as a demon chief was widespread—who would dare provoke him?

If they failed to dissuade him, they might even end up being beaten black and blue by Long Fei, utterly humiliated in the process.

The elders were even more annoyed. With the Ghost Emperor Palace opening, they were all busy maintaining order at the site, wary of unexpected incidents. Who had the bandwidth to care about such trivial matters?

As the sun rose, black mist surged up from West Mountain of Chang’an Academy, as if darkness itself had descended, contending with the brilliance of the morning sunlight.

The sky above Chang’an Academy was instantly filled with flashes of sword light and a cacophony of voices.

Nearly tens of thousands of disciples soared into the air, watching the commotion in the direction of the black mist from a distance.

Long Fei and his group strode through the void, landing on the 100-meter-tall Bell Tower of Chang’an Academy to watch the spectacle.

Initially, some disciples had already claimed the spot, but upon seeing them arrive, they quickly made way.

Given Long Fei’s imposing reputation as a demon chief, the well-behaved students of Chang’an Academy showed him great courtesy.

Chu Feng and a few others laughed uproariously, as if this was something to be proud of.

Ji Wanyu teased, "At this rate, my brother-in-law might as well become a guardian idol! Paste his image at the door, and no one would dare enter."

Lin Shanshan chuckled, "Even good for scaring kids! If anyone cries, just tell them you’ll feed them to Long Fei. They’ll definitely behave."

Long Fei curled his lips and knocked each of them on the head, suppressing the urge to toss them off the tower.

In the distance, the black mist continued to rise higher, creating friction with the sky, generating lightning that surged like a golden dragon within, rumbling and roaring.

The sight was as if a demon god was descending upon the world.

An area of a hundred miles was engulfed in the black mist.

Chu Feng placed his hands on his hips, looking ahead and shouting, "Ah, this scene reminds me of my hometown. In winter, black smog would descend. What you see is the heaviness of the smog; what I see is the sparkling lights beneath it. Look at those car headlights flashing by—that’s the fleeting youth of my past."

The plagiarist-turned-poet Chu Feng suddenly crafted a piece of "original" poetry, disgusting everyone in an instant.

Meanwhile, female disciples below the Bell Tower screamed. In this barren world of poetry, Chu Feng’s female fans were swooning, shouting, "What a poem, what a poem! It has such a postmodern flavor!"

"Great Poet, another one please!"

"Chu Feng, we love you!"

"Great Poet Chu, I want to have your children!"

Long Fei and the others all covered their faces, thinking, "What kind of world is this, for crying out loud?"

The extraterritorial cultivators displayed various techniques, standing in the void nearby.

Fairy Changxi glanced back, causing Chu Feng and the others to scream in excitement, "Look, the Fairy looked at us!"

"She must be captivated by Second Brother’s poetry, right?"

"Or maybe she’s looking at Big Brother."

"Oh no, does that mean Big Brother and Second Brother are going to become romantic rivals?"

Long Fei was confused, secretly transmitting to Chu Feng and asking about the Yao Grass—had he given it to Changxi?

Chu Feng replied, of course not. He was still planning on using it to charm a hundred other girls!

Long Fei felt relieved and warned him sternly not to give it to Changxi.

He had a business plan hinging on the Yao Grass for success.

Chu Feng nodded, naturally not foolish enough to give it away just because he saw a pretty face.

The black mist did not dissipate into the air but instead sank downward, gradually revealing the true visage of the world within.

In what was once barren mountainous terrain, pavilions, towers, great halls, and walls appeared, stretching across hundreds of miles.

Yet, the shadowy black mist made it impossible to see the full view.

The scene resembled a mirage more than reality.

This Ghost Emperor Palace was evidently not fully present in this world; otherwise, the black mist wouldn’t have settled back down.

Long Fei speculated that the palace only revealed a fragment of itself, intersecting with this world at certain points rather than completely overlapping. It appeared as a spatial projection.

Half-real, half-illusory, as if it were a dwelling place for wandering spirits.

To enter Ghost Emperor City, the portal would lie at the point of this intersection.

Sword light glimmered in the sky as people flocked toward Ghost Emperor City.

Long Fei’s group followed, gathering at the former entrance of the Ghost Emperor City where disciples from various factions had converged.

The elders of Chang’an Academy and experts from the Great Xia Kingdom had already assembled there to maintain order on site.

Despite the dangers within, the prospect of fortune and adventure beckoned the youth on the scene, bending them to its allure.

Only elite disciples from the factions dared to take the risk—most were just there for the spectacle.

Ordinary disciples, lacking magical treasures for protection, would only find death if they entered.

The Domain Gate was a 30-meter-tall pyramid-shaped altar, similar to standard teleportation altars.

At every corner of the altar, an elderly white-haired man sat in meditation, holding the fort.

Golden light shimmered on the Domain Gate.

An elliptical portal opened wide, and one could even feel the aura of malevolence streaming out from inside Ghost Emperor City.

Chang’an Academy’s Elder Jiang Buyi stood upon the high platform, shouting loudly at the crowd of disciples below, "Disciples of the Great Xia Kingdom and extraterritorial cultivators alike, listen carefully! Our latest observations on Ghost Emperor City’s movements indicate that this fragmented world is on the brink of collapse. It will disintegrate completely into the cosmos within three days. Thus, new rules are established for entering Ghost Emperor City. To prevent the world from collapsing prematurely, only disciples below the Soul Ascension Stage may enter to keep energy fluctuations stable. Here is an energy-detecting magical mirror; anyone entering must first undergo cultivation level verification—no exceptions!"

"What?"

"How could this happen?"

"Doesn’t this mean we could die in there at any moment?"

"What can you even accomplish in three days?!"

"Without the protection of our elders, aren’t we just courting death?"

The disciples below buzzed with chatter, while the elders silently acknowledged the situation.

They were already aware of the changes in Ghost Emperor City. If stronger cultivators at the Soul Ascension Stage entered, the energy fluctuations could very well cause the world to collapse prematurely.

The previous night, a group had gathered on-site to discuss this very issue.

Chu Feng and the others exchanged glances, all looking at Long Fei.

If this were true, then Long Fei wouldn’t be able to enter this time?

The geniuses from the various factions, as well as the prodigies among the extraterritorial cultivators, all turned their gazes toward Long Fei almost simultaneously, their faces alight with excitement.

They all knew that while Long Fei carried the Great Dao Injury, he had still broken through to the Soul Ascension Stage.

If this demon chief wasn’t present, exploring the Ghost Emperor City would be far easier for them.

They cast icy glances at Chu Feng and the others—a warning. If Chu Feng’s group dared to enter, they would face fatal consequences inside, as if severing Long Fei’s right-hand aides in advance.

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