Chapter 126: Spirit Platform

“Where is that person!” Zhang Qianyue asked urgently.

Yuan Bo pointed in a direction.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Jiang Yan rained down punches like a storm.

“You dare scheme against me!”

“You dare scheme against me!”

“Did you think hiding behind the scenes and plotting gave you all the moves?”

Bam!

Lan Shuli’s bones were nearly shattered into dust, yet the robust physique of a Martial Artist stubbornly kept him absolutely conscious, unable to die even if he wanted to.

Zhang Qianyue flew over.

“Young friend~”

“Young friend~”

“Who are you?”

Jiang Yan turned to look at Zhang Qianyue, his hands never ceasing their rhythmic assault.

“I am Zhang Qianyue, Chief of the [1026] District Police Department. You can call me Uncle Zhang.”

Zhang Qianyue wore a broad smile, not daring to show the slightest disrespect to the hero who had slain the Demon Lord.

“Oh, so it’s Chief Master. Perfect timing. I’ve captured a suspect and can hand him over to you for interrogation.”

Jiang Yan grabbed Lan Shuli by the hair and tossed him like a rag at Zhang Qianyue’s feet.

Zhang Qianyue lifted Lan Shuli by the neck, smiling as he spoke to Jiang Yan. “Brother Jiang, how about coming to the department to give a statement?”

“Of course. After all, I’m a law-abiding citizen. Assisting the department with the case is only right.”

Jiang Yan replied politely.

Thus, all students involved in the Secret Realm, Silver Radiance Academy’s higher-ups, and anyone who had close contact with Professor Yu Lan were brought to the police department.

The news that a demon had emerged from Silver Radiance Academy spread quickly. No one tried to suppress it, and no one dared to. The information dispersed like dandelion seeds.

In the Chief’s office at the police department, calls from Tianyuan Star’s upper echelons rang incessantly.

Zhang Qianyue was overwhelmed with calls, forcing him to leave the interrogations to his subordinates.

Outside the police department, beyond Silver Radiance Academy, and even past Golden Radiance Academy, countless reporters had gathered.

Jiang Yan gave his statement and was sent out unscathed. As for Silver Radiance Academy’s higher-ups, they wouldn’t escape so easily.

Having a Demon Lord appear at your academy meant dismissal was the least of your worries. If you were found to be involved with the demon, you could only await execution.

That day, a group of Silver Radiance higher-ups trembled in fear, terrified that the nation’s sword might fall upon their heads.

Jiang Yan was the first to leave the police department but hadn’t anticipated the swarm of reporters waiting outside.

“Oh no, I was careless!”

“Student, is it true that a demon appeared at your Silver Radiance Academy?”

Dozens of microphones were shoved in Jiang Yan’s face.

“Student, we heard the Demon Lord has been killed. Who was it that slew him?”

“Student, you’re so handsome. Do you have someone you like?”

Jiang Yan: “Huh? Aren’t you here to report on the Demon Lord?”

Reporter: “Huh? This isn’t a matchmaking event?”

“Sorry, sorry, my mistake.”

The reporter quickly squeezed through the crowd and ran off.

“Tsk, so unprofessional.”

But soon, that reporter came running back.

“Brother, my station chief chewed me out and told me to keep reporting on you. He said, ‘What matchmaking? Just shove the camera in his face for higher ratings.'”

Jiang Yan thought to himself: “Hey, hey, hey, can you please not send such unprofessional reporters over here anymore?”

Surrounded by the crowd, Jiang Yan found it hard to break free and could only continue answering the reporters’ questions half-heartedly.

“Student, did you see clearly which great expert eliminated the Demon Lord?”

Jiang Yan pondered for a moment and said, “Seems like he was a student.”

“What? A student actually managed to slay the Demon Lord?”

“Could that person be a descendant of the Martial God?”

Jiang Yan: “You might not believe it, but I was the one who killed the Demon Lord.”

“Hahaha, classmate, you sure know how to joke. Alright, we need to interview others now. Goodbye.”

Seeing more students emerge from the police station, the reporters quickly left Jiang Yan and swarmed around the other students.

Only the matchmaking reporter, who had initially approached the wrong person, continued interviewing Jiang Yan.

“Brother, you’re so handsome. Have you ever considered finding a partner?”

“Our xxxx TV station has been professionally matchmaking for centuries, a blessing for all single citizens.”

Behind the scenes, the station director frantically instructed the reporter: “Yes, keep the camera right on his face! The ratings are skyrocketing!”

Having undergone Heavenly Lightning Tempering, Jiang Yan’s skin was flawless and pure, making him look like an immortal descended to the mortal realm. Countless bullet comments screamed for close-up shots, threatening to unfollow the TV station otherwise.

A matchmaking interview at a police station—this reporter was truly one of a kind, unprecedented and likely never to be repeated.

Meanwhile, a dense crowd of reporters surrounded the students who had just left the police station.

“Classmate, classmate, can you tell us what exactly happened back then?”

…

“What? There really was a student who killed the Demon Lord? Tell us who it was!”

The reporters were thrilled. Being able to personally report on the master who slew the Demon Lord would add another page to their resumes, ensuring their rise to fame within the station.

“The person who killed the Demon Lord was the first one to leave. Didn’t you see him?”

The student scratched his head, puzzled.

The reporters: …

“You mean that person earlier really killed the Demon Lord?”

“Yeah, didn’t he tell you?” The interviewee was none other than Cheng Wu, who chuckled. “Bro Jiang is truly Bro Jiang, doing good deeds without leaving his name.”

“Oh no! That person wasn’t lying. He really did kill the Demon Lord. Let’s hurry back!”

The reporters turned around, only to find Jiang Yan had already vanished.

“Ahhh! We missed him!”

Over the earpiece, the station director harshly criticized them.

“Damn it! Can’t even handle such a small task? You actually let the master who slew the Demon Lord slip away!”

Reporter: ( ◢д◣)

On the other side.

The matchmaking reporter followed Jiang Yan all the way.

“Brother, really not considering matchmaking? Our live stream room has plenty of cute girls.”

…

Jiang Yan finally managed to shake off the persistent nuisance and flew back to his dorm at Silver Radiance Academy.

At this moment, the academy was eerily silent. All the school leaders were still at the police station, having tea.

A large portion of the academy’s elite had perished in the Senluo Secret Realm.

The campus felt empty and desolate.

Returning to his dorm, Jiang Yan sat on his bed and took out his phone to search for cultivation methods related to the Spirit Platform on Tianyuan Star.

“The Spirit Platform Realm emphasizes spiritual power.”

“Aided by external objects and supported by internal breath.”

“External objects? Internal breath?” Jiang Yan was somewhat confused by the words on his phone until he continued scrolling and found the answer.

It turned out that every Martial Artist had a “Spirit Platform” within their body.

However, the Spirit Platform was elusive, its location varying from person to person, and it required the aid of a special Contemplation Object to be discovered.

Finding the Spirit Platform was the hallmark of a Breakthrough to the Spirit Platform Realm and the first step in cultivating it.

Yet, the Spirit Platform was elusive and untraceable. For those with inherently weak Spiritual Power, finding it was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

No one can help you locate your Spirit Platform, because its position is different for everyone.

It might exist in your heart, your lower abdomen, or even within your imagination.

Such an elusive thing—even the Supreme Martial God of Tianyuan Star cannot comprehend the pattern of its emergence.

Finding the Spirit Platform requires the assistance of a Contemplation Object, but Jiang Yan had none, so he could only rely on sheer will.

After roughly half a quarter of an hour, Jiang Yan’s consciousness stepped into a familiar white space.

Battle Space…

Study Space…

Two doors he had seen countless times stood before him.

“Is this… the Divine Martial Space?”