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Chapter 150: Humiliation of Lan Ling
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Outside the training arena.
"One final warning—your rankings aren’t something you and Bai Zhenzhen can cling to forever just because of your status."
"From now on, you two shouldn’t even bother entering the first-year Dao Heart Competition."
With that, Zhou Chichen stepped into the training arena, showing no intention of letting Zhang Yu respond.
Or perhaps… if you want to resist, then come in and face me. If you have the courage, and the guts, then do it.
As Zhou Chichen arrived, the entire arena seemed to be plunged into winter’s chill.
It wasn’t just the cold aura radiating from him that lowered the temperature.
It was the sheer weight of his presence—the aura of authority that settled over the space like a storm cloud, pressing down on everyone, high schoolers from both first and second years alike, making them feel as though they couldn’t even breathe freely.
The first-year students bowed in unison: "Senior, greetings."
The second-years followed suit, bowing respectfully: "President, greetings."
Even Lan Ling, who moments ago had been fuming with rage, suddenly cooled down under Zhou Chichen’s icy gaze. His fiery temper vanished, and he no longer dared to argue with Bai Zhenzhen.
With a subtle flex of his chest muscles, he reached up and wiped his palm across the torn skin and muscle, seamlessly healing the wound—erasing the words “junior” from his body.
Zhou Chichen swept his eyes across the crowd, then fixed his gaze on Bai Zhenzhen, his voice calm but cutting:
"Bai Zhenzhen, Lan Ling senior was kind enough to offer you guidance in combat. Yet you mocked him—using underhanded tricks. This goes against the very spirit of Songyang High School…"
Zhao Tianxing, watching from the side, felt a familiar chill crawl up his spine.
"Here we go again. Just like months ago."
"Once Zhou Chichen shows up, no one stands a chance."
"If it weren’t for Zhang Pianpian holding him back at the time, both Yu and A Zhen would’ve been crushed."
A spark flared in Zhao Tianxing’s mind:
"This is exactly the same."
"Zhou Chichen’s few movements, a few words—and the entire atmosphere shifts."
"I can feel it. Whatever happens next… the spotlight is about to shift."
He glanced nervously at Bai Zhenzhen, then at himself.
He couldn’t help but think: This time, the fool’s role might just land on us.
Just then, Zhang Yu stepped into the arena.
He looked at Zhou Chichen and smiled.
"Since when did our school’s spirit become one that forbids humiliating other students?"
"High scorers get to humiliate low scorers. Excellence is everything. Isn’t that exactly what Songyang High School stands for?"
The students—both first and second years—nodded silently. They all agreed.
Zhou Chichen regarded Zhang Yu with a cold, calculating gaze.
You dared to come in? Then let’s see what kind of courage you really have.
Zhang Yu continued, unfazed:
"What’s Lan Ling’s real record? How many competition rankings did he even win in first year? Has he ever sparred against students from the three top schools?"
"Bai Zhenzhen placed fourth in the Martial Arts Competition, fifth in the Sports Competition. Why can’t she humiliate Lan Ling?"
Bai Zhenzhen added coolly:
"When Zhang Yu and I visited Bailong High School, we trained with Yu Xinghan—the top student there, and Song Hailong. Back then, students who hadn’t even placed in any competition were made to kneel outside the door and listen."
Qian Shen couldn’t help but chime in:
"Exactly right. In our world, grades rule everything. With Bai Zhenzhen’s competition results, her cultivation level far surpasses Lan Ling’s. So what’s wrong with humiliating him?"
Yes. Was it really a big deal if a high-achiever mocked a low-performer?
That was practically the daily routine at Songyang High School.
Some students had done it. Some had been on the receiving end. Many had experienced both.
Now, they all nodded in quiet agreement.
Even among the second-years, several glanced at Lan Ling with new, cold disdain.
As the words echoed through the arena, Lan Ling’s blood surged. His breathing grew ragged. His face flushed crimson. Veins bulged across his forehead—yet he couldn’t speak.
Because every argument was rooted in one unshakable truth: Score above all.
He wanted to lash out—but he couldn’t.
So he could only glare at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, his eyes burning with helpless fury.
In that moment, Lan Ling felt something terrifying:
Am I really being bullied by someone who just has better grades?
Zhao Tianxing’s eyes gleamed with sudden realization:
"Right after Zhou Chichen spoke, I thought the spotlight might shift. But then A Yu walked in—and instantly turned the tide. The fool’s role is now locked firmly on Lan Ling."
Just as the crowd’s energy began to lean toward Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen…
Zhou Chichen took a single step forward.
The cold exploded from him—icy wind howling across the arena, freezing the air itself.
Zhou Chichen’s voice cut through the storm:
"Lan Ling is a Student Union official. He represents the Union."
"He offered help to younger students. And Bai Zhenzhen took advantage of that moment to humiliate him. This is a disruption of school order—regardless of scores."
The wind wasn’t just physical. It carried a psychic weight—an oppressive, soul-crushing pressure that surged through the crowd.
Fear erupted in their hearts without reason. Their hearts pounded. Their minds raced.
No one dared to speak. No one dared to challenge him.
And Zhang Yu, standing right in front of Zhou Chichen, was the first to feel it—the cold wind clawing at his skin, his blood slowing, his breath catching.
Fujie warned: "Be careful. It’s the cultivation technique’s effect."
Zhang Yu immediately activated the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture.
A surge of battle-will, a martial dao intent to defy heaven and earth, erupted from his mind—crushing the fear that had begun to take root.
…
In that moment, fragments of intel surfaced in Zhang Yu’s mind.
Before Zhang Pianpian left, she had shared countless secrets with him—especially about those who harbored deep hostility toward him and Bai Zhenzhen.
And among them were Zhou Chichen and Lan Ling.
"Zhou Chichen’s icy aura comes from a high-level cultivation technique called the Shuangtian Freezing Aura Field. His heart scripture is the Shuangyu Scripture—perfectly matched to it."
"The two techniques form a complete set, reinforcing each other."
Zhang Yu knew something crucial: unlike most students who bought their cultivation methods off the market, these two techniques weren’t purchased.
They were family heirlooms—passed down through generations in the Zhou family.
The Zhou family’s first fortune came from selling the exclusive licensing rights of these techniques to Wanxing Education Group.
But even after selling the rights, only the Zhou family had truly mastered the complete set—because of how the techniques were cultivated.
The Shuangtian Freezing Aura Field required extracting the cold essence and lingering hatred from corpses—then using the Shuangyu Scripture to suppress it.
Once perfected, the technique could summon waves of freezing mist with every movement, and unleash the vengeful spirits trapped within the dead—creating a terrifying psychological attack.
And in Songyang City, corpses weren’t free.
Buying one cost money.
Disposing of one cost even more.
Wall burial, box burial, cremation, water burial—each came with its own price.
If someone tried to dump a body in a ditch or a river?
They’d face heavy fines.
The Zhou family had long operated a corpse disposal business in Songyang City—giving them a steady supply of fresh corpses.
They earned money from the service… and trained in the technique at the same time.
…
Now, Fujie’s voice echoed in Zhang Yu’s mind:
"Fighting Zhou Chichen? It’ll be tough."
"The Shuangtian Freezing Aura Field has a massive range. Anyone who gets close gets hit by the cold. Muscles freeze, martial energy slows. The longer the fight, the worse your condition gets. There’s no way to dodge it."
"And combined with the Shuangyu Scripture, it weakens your mental state."
"If you don’t finish him in one go, he’ll keep draining you. Then, when the cold energy builds up inside you, it’ll burst—leaving you severely injured."
"And as the top second-year, his stats are still ahead of yours. You won’t be able to break him quickly."
"So the only way to beat him is to use the plan we discussed."
Zhang Yu nodded. He knew exactly what Fujie meant:
"This isn’t like the Huangjin Warrior exam—where brute force gets you through. Here, in front of everyone, it’s not about strength. It’s about tactics. It’s about breaking their mind first."
On the other side, Zhou Chichen, channeling the Shuangyu Scripture, locked eyes with Zhang Yu.
His gaze pulsed with an aura of sheer dread.
"Are you going to join Bai Zhenzhen in disrupting school order?"
"Zhang Yu… are you really going to break the rules too?"
Facing Zhou Chichen’s spiritual pressure, Zhang Yu calmly activated the Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture.
He stood firm, unafraid.
"Senior," he said, voice steady, "you can silence others with your cultivation. But you can’t silence my grades—or Bai Zhenzhen’s."
"I’ll stand right here. No attacks. No defenses. No dodging. I’ll take ten of your strikes."
"If you can knock me down within ten moves, I’ll accept Student Union guidance without complaint."
"But if you can’t… then I suggest you follow Songyang High School’s true spirit. Let a top student like Bai Zhenzhen humiliate a weak one like Lan Ling."
"Pathetic," Lan Ling sneered. "You’re not trying to win a fight, are you? Just looking to scam medical fees?"
Zhou Chichen placed a firm hand on Lan Ling’s shoulder, halting his rage.
He stared at Zhang Yu, his eyes colder than ice.
"Very well. You speak boldly."
"Rest assured—no need for ten moves. No need for a hospital visit either."
"I’ll crush you in three."
With that, Zhou Chichen vanished.
A storm of freezing mist erupted around him.
His palm shot forward—cutting through the air with a thunderous crack.
(End of Chapter)
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