Chapter 124: So You're the One Called Professor Lan, Huh?

Jiang Yan: I think I need to take a breather.

After exiting the Battle Space, he decided to settle down a bit before challenging the Instance again.

Unlike Pei Qin, a hulking brute with maxed-out stats, Sha Sha’s agility and attack power had reached an unimaginable level.

With a single move, it bypassed Jiang Yan’s protective barrier and ignored his physical defenses, striking directly at his body and killing him instantly.

Impossible to defeat head-on!

Perhaps only after breaking through to the Spirit Platform Realm would he have a chance to fight it.

The cultivation of the Spirit Platform Realm was related to Spiritual Power, serving as a complement to the purely physical cultivation of Tianyuan Star’s Martial Way.

If a Martial Artist focused solely on physical cultivation, they could easily be targeted by special Spiritual Power entities. The Spirit Platform acted as a vessel for Spiritual Power, and cultivating it could enhance Spiritual Power defenses, preventing helplessness in such situations.

At the same time, Spiritual Power greatly benefited physical combat. It could help Martial Artists manipulate subtle changes in their muscles, allowing them to unleash more powerful attacks after adjustments.

Most Martial Artists cultivated the Spirit Platform primarily for Spiritual Power defense or combat assistance, but its practical utility was actually not very high.

However, there was a group of people whose Spiritual Power was innately different from ordinary individuals. These Martial Artists would undergo a qualitative metamorphosis upon reaching the Spirit Platform Realm.

With exceptionally powerful Spiritual Power supplemented by special cultivation methods, they could cause silent, extreme destruction, making them impossible to guard against.

Jiang Yan didn’t know how strong his Spiritual Power was, but he understood one thing clearly—

No matter how strong my Spiritual Power is now, I can always make it stronger through training.

Jiang Yan wasn’t yet clear on the specific cultivation methods for the Spirit Platform, so he didn’t rush to experiment blindly. For the remaining days in the Secret Realm, he sparred in the Battle Space and, in his free time, consumed some rare treasures brought back by his Doppelganger.

Three days later, Jiang Yan had fully grasped Sha Sha’s attack patterns and was now able to trade blows with it.

The puppet toy had no life and was entirely controlled by red threads, rendering Jiang Yan’s Instant Kill Law completely ineffective.

Then, as he fought, the second Doppelganger descended.

Name: Zhuangzhuang.

True to its name, it was a hulking figure over ten meters tall, and it was surprisingly polite—its mere descent crushed Jiang Yan to death.

Its extreme weight could no longer be simply described as a “hundred-ton king.”

Slow in speed, incredibly strong in defense, and with unstoppable damage—touch it, and you die.

Zhuangzhuang was a typical high-stats, mechanics-immune monster that feared no Instant Kill Law. Sitting there, it was like a mountain.

The thought of two more puppet toys yet to appear gave Jiang Yan a headache.

Since the puppets themselves weren’t living beings, they generated no Battle Intent, making it impossible for Jiang Yan to accumulate any. The Heavenly Slaughter War Ruins were completely useless.

The difficulty of this Instance was truly Epic Tier!

Another day passed.

Finally, the Secret Realm gate opened.

Jiang Yan had no attachment left to the Senluo Secret Realm. After all, he had already squeezed every bit of benefit he could from it, and staying any longer would be pointless.

“Everyone, that Demon Lord Pei Qin was brought here by Professor Lan. When the time comes, we should report that old bastard together. We can’t let a Fierce Beast who raises demons roam free!”

“As long as we do our best to spread this news, given the Heavenly Source government’s emphasis on demons, they will surely bring this so-called professor to justice!”

Cheng Wu had already spread the news over the past few days that Pei Qin was brought back by Professor Lan.

Upon learning this, everyone expressed righteous indignation.

Although casualties in secret realms were quite normal, this expedition to the Senluo Secret Realm had resulted in at least three to four hundred student deaths—a devastating loss for any faction.

If not for Jiang Yan’s assistance, these survivors would likely have perished under the claws of the Demon Lord.

With this in mind, everyone wished they could tear Professor Lan to pieces.

Eagerly, the group rushed out of the secret realm, determined to expose Professor Lan’s evil deeds.

Given Tianyuan Star’s zero-tolerance policy toward demons, he would undoubtedly be executed without mercy.

Any association with demons, if handled carelessly, was a capital offense.

No matter how influential one’s background might be, it would be useless—this was the bottom line! No one dared cross it, not even the Martial God.

Jiang Yan walked alongside Cheng Wu.

“What realm is that Professor Lan of yours roughly at?”

“That Professor Lan isn’t very high in Martial Way realm—probably not even at the Spirit Platform level.”

“Good. Watch my expression when the time comes.”

Cheng Wu looked puzzled. “Bro Jiang, you’re…”

“He played me, and I’m not happy about it.”

Cheng Wu understood immediately.

“Alright, we’ll charge ahead quickly when the time comes. That Professor Lan probably thinks Pei Qin is still alive and that we haven’t discovered he’s a Demon Lord. He’s likely waiting outside, trying to figure out how to take him away.”

“Mm, I’ve never seen Professor Lan before. Point him out when the time comes,” Jiang Yan replied.

“No problem,” Cheng Wu assured, patting his chest.

Soon, the two walked at the front of the crowd and were the first to emerge from the secret realm.

Outside the secret realm was the same field they had entered from that day.

The field was now packed—the principal, teachers, and students who hadn’t qualified to enter the secret realm were all there.

“Look, two people have come out!”

“I’m so envious. I wish I could have entered the secret realm too.”

“I wonder what opportunities the seniors who entered the secret realm obtained?”

“Only a few people died in the last secret realm expedition, so it doesn’t seem too dangerous. What a shame—I was just short of qualifying to enter. Sigh~”

The students who hadn’t been able to enter the secret realm were filled with regret.

Little did they know that their weakness had saved their lives. Had they actually entered the secret realm, they would most likely have perished in the Red Mist.

“Bro Jiang, that’s Professor Lan!”

Unexpectedly, the man who emerged first merely glanced around the field before suddenly pointing in a direction and shouting loudly.

Boom!

Before anyone could react, another man’s figure vanished from his spot, shooting like a cannonball toward a certain direction.

His black hair couldn’t hide the aged appearance on his face, and his frail figure seemed weak and vulnerable.

This was none other than Lan Shuli—Professor Lan—the author of Human Race Martial Dao and once a highly celebrated figure!

He stood below the platform, eagerly awaiting Pei Qin’s return.

“Before he left, I warned him to eat less and avoid being discovered. I hope he listened…”

Lan Shuli’s face wrinkled with worry, a faint sense of foreboding creeping in.

But when the secret realm opened, the first to emerge wasn’t Pei Qin—it was another Blue Star Person.

Lan Shuli’s pupils contracted.

“This Blue Star Person is still alive… Then where is Pei Qin? Could it be that they didn’t meet because the secret realm is too vast?”

Lan Shuli would rather believe that Pei Qin hadn’t encountered Jiang Yan than accept that he had been killed by him.

After all, he was a demon—a supreme existence. How could he possibly die?

Lan Shuli was absolutely certain of this.

Demons never lose, so the only explanation is that Pei Qin either didn’t encounter Jiang Yan, or he listened too well to my words and didn’t go on a killing spree in the Secret Realm.

“Fine, eating a little less won’t hurt anyway. It might even help avoid drawing attention.”

Lan Shuli consoled himself this way.

Suddenly, a man pointed at him and shouted:

“Bro Jiang, that’s Professor Lan!”

Immediately, the Blue Star Person charged over and stomped on his face.

Smack!

“So you’re the one called Professor Lan, huh?”