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If he didn't dodge these soul skills and close-range attacks, but instead took them all head-on, he would likely die without a burial. After all, the toughest part of Ye Lan wasn't his Blood Armor-enhanced body, but his Blue Silver Grass.
"Then it's strongest versus strongest!"
"Blue God Prophet!"
Ten eighteen-meter-long Blue Silver Priests burst from the ground. Some of the close-combat soul masters charging at Ye Lan were directly knocked away by the massive vines.
The long-range soul skill attacks were completely blocked by the Blue Silver Priests in front of Ye Lan.
These soul skills were like mere tickles to them. The minor wounds on their bodies healed entirely within seconds.
Who was the most desperate among the ten opponents?
It was undoubtedly the Flame Dog soul master. His scorching breath had absolutely no effect on the Blue Silver Grass.
Didn't they say fire counters plants? Why is this so different from what I imagined?
Among the ten, the best performers were the Shadow Leopard and Power Bear Soul Elders. They managed to dodge the rising Blue Silver Priests.
However, just as they reached Ye Lan—
Two streams of blood-gold light exploded from Ye Lan's palms.
"Blood Armor: Meteor Strike!"
The two Soul Elders were instantly blasted away by Ye Lan's Meteor Strike and slammed into the bodies of the Blue Silver Priests.
Over a hundred soul masters nearby watched Ye Lan's Blue Silver Priests, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Most of them were Grand Soul Masters, so they knew what a Grand Soul Master's combat power should look like.
Ye Lan's Martial Soul completely defied their understanding. These vines were simply enormous.
Most Martial Souls are one or two meters long, a few meters at most.
But your Blue Silver Gold-Patterned Vines are eighteen meters long?!!
And there are ten of them?!!
Everyone instinctively gulped. Gulp.
They all felt as though they were not in the same dimension as this golden-haired youth.
"Fall!" Ye Lan slammed both hands downward.
Ten Blue Silver Priests simultaneously struck the ground.
These slams didn't target the ten opponents—the vines merely struck the ground at the same time.
Boom!!
The shockwaves from the impact flipped the fallen ten onto their backs. The hundred or so standing academy students felt as if they were suddenly lifted into the air before crashing back down.
"L-Lord, p-please retract your Martial Soul!" a timid student stammered, terrified by the Blue Silver Priests.
Pathetic, Ye Lan thought. He retracted the Blue Silver Priests, only to instantly summon one right beneath the red-haired youth's feet.
"So, can you explain why you're acting insane toward me? I don't think we know each other," Ye Lan said, his golden pupils fixed on the red-haired youth.
"I… I-I… I just… just…" Xue Beng stammered incoherently.
Then, blood mixed with snot ran down his nose as he burst into tears.
Xue Beng cried out, sobbing, "My lord, please spare me this once! I won't ever dare again!"
"Alright, you can get lost," Ye Lan said with a frown, looking at the tearful, snot-covered youth with clear disgust. The sight of this pathetic wretch cheapened his whole performance.
"O-okay! I'm leaving now!" Xue Beng fled the Heaven Dou Royal Academy with his tail between his legs.
Even with his father, the Emperor, having placed him under house arrest, all he wanted now was to get as far away from the golden-haired youth as possible. The pressure Ye Lan gave off was simply too overwhelming.
Xue Beng never dared to provoke Soul Saints, Soul Douluos, or Titled Douluos, so he had no real sense of how strong high-level soul masters truly were. But he did know the strength of Grand Soul Masters—and in his eyes, Ye Lan's power was simply incomprehensible.
After Xue Beng had run far away, a cheer erupted from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, as if it had just been liberated.
Students swarmed around Ye Lan, thanking him for driving Xue Beng away.
From their words, Ye Lan finally realized the red-haired youth was none other than the Fourth Prince, Xue Beng, from the original story. After this encounter, Ye Lan was completely convinced—this guy wasn't pretending to be a spoiled brat. He really was one, which was probably why he hadn't attracted Xue Qinghe's attention.
Some of the bolder girls began gathering around Ye Lan, asking for his autograph.
Ye Lan took a pen and signed his name on their clothes.
"Ye Lan!!!?"
"Are you related to 'The Scholar' Ye Lan?"
Ye Lan shook his head. "How could I compare to 'The Scholar'? It's just a coincidence that we share a name."
"In my eyes, you're way more amazing than 'The Scholar'!" one girl replied, her eyes sparkling.
A student with the surname Ye cried out, "Why did my parents name me Ye Liangchen? Why not Ye Lan!!!?"
As everyone was chatting with Ye Lan, the crowd gradually parted, forming a rectangular corridor. Students on both sides greeted the approaching middle-aged man in white.
"Hello, Teacher Sun."
"Good afternoon, Teacher."
The man walking down the path wore silver battle gear. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and his hands were clasped behind his back, giving him the aura of a reclusive master.
Soon, Teacher Sun arrived in front of Ye Lan.
Looking at the scene of devastation, he asked the nearby students, "What happened here? Why are Zhao Li and the others all injured?"
"Teacher Sun, it was Xue Beng. He gathered a group to cause trouble, and Ye Lan defeated them all."
"Useless troublemakers. Where's that brat Xue Beng?" Teacher Sun asked, frowning as he looked at the scattered students but didn't see the prince.
"Xue Beng ran away!" shouted a student who had often been bullied by him.
Remembering that Xue Beng was the Emperor's beloved fourth son, Teacher Sun shook his head with a helpless sigh. "He can't even face his own failure… alas."
After sighing, Teacher Sun turned to Ye Lan. "I am Sun Bu Yu. May I ask if you are here as part of an exchange program with the Heaven Dou Royal Academy? These students, I assure you, do not represent our full strength."
"Hello, Teacher Sun. I'm actually here to enroll," Ye Lan replied. Golden soul power flashed in his hand, and an official admission notice appeared.
He handed the notice to Sun Bu Yu, whose wary gaze instantly turned to one of surprise and delight.
He hadn't expected that the person who had single-handedly brought down so many of their top-tier students would be a new enrollee. As Sun Bu Yu took the letter, his mind was made up.
Even if this admission letter were fake—it was real now.
At worst, he'd have the academy's board of education issue a replacement. No matter what, Sun Bu Yu would recognize this letter's authenticity. Most students at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy were nobles whose enrollment was determined long in advance. This was the first time Sun Bu Yu had ever seen a student join mid-term.
He opened the admission notice and, after carefully reading the contents, discovered it was completely genuine.
What stood out most was the recommender section: it clearly stated the name "Qinghe."
Sun Bu Yu looked up at Ye Lan, surprised. He hadn't realized Ye Lan was connected to Xue Qinghe. That meant if Xue Beng came looking for trouble again, he wouldn't even need to ask the academy board's elders to act as Ye Lan's backing.
Thinking about that troublesome brat Xue Beng, Sun Bu Yu chuckled. That kid had really picked a fight with a tough opponent.
(End of Chapter)