Chapter Sixty: Once Again, I Shall Use My Name to Destroy You

"......"

Chao Ge and Chu Qing were both stunned.

"Ah......"

Someone cried out in agony, but the immense pressure of the wind made it nearly impossible to even speak.

At that moment, Nangong Lingyue stood aloft, riding the winds, her entire being still radiating murderous intent that had not dissipated. Despite changing into clean clothes after the fierce battle, with no trace of blood, the aura she exuded was suffocating to most of the new students.

"Nangong Lingyue, what are you doing? How dare you attack your classmates!"

Seeing more than a dozen people on his side forced to the ground, unable even to raise their heads, Zheng Haoyue summoned his strength and glared angrily at Nangong Lingyue.

Nangong Lingyue turned her cold gaze upon him. "I heard you claim to be my fan, seeking vengeance in my name. I had someone investigate—you aren't in my fan club, and my true supporters would never speak to me that way."

With that, she looked at the group she had pressed low with her wind.

"And you all—using my name to stir trouble everywhere, wreaking havoc under my banner. Do you take me for a corpse?"

Her voice was icy, and the pressure increased, with cracks sounding from the bones of several below.

"Enough nonsense. You dare attack your peers? As vice president of the student council, I must intervene—boom!"

Zheng Haoyue could not let Nangong Lingyue continue unchecked. In fact, her words had already made his face burn with shame; being exposed in front of everyone was not something he could stomach, especially someone so concerned with reputation.

Thus, he chose to act immediately, hoping to first rescue the others and then deal with Nangong Lingyue through university procedures.

Even if Nangong Lingyue had a powerful father, as long as she remained a freshman at Haicheng University, he, as student council vice president, had the authority to handle her.

"Bang!"

Zheng Haoyue tried to restrain Nangong Lingyue, knowing that any disturbance would bring school staff to intervene, preventing a true battle.

But he clearly underestimated the strength of the one ranked first on the battle leaderboard. Nangong Lingyue had gained greatly this time, surviving repeated deadly encounters and reaching the very core of the relic, and after all these battles, she was on the verge of breaking through to the eighth level of the Foundation Realm.

The eighth foundation was already forming, needing only more time to solidify.

As she struck, a cold gleam flashed, and Zheng Haoyue was sent flying.

Rising again, he felt a bone-chilling cold, as freezing power crept up from beneath him, his body stiffening until only his head remained exposed, his entire being encased in ice.

Everyone from Haicheng University stared, witnessing this terrifying blow.

Zheng Haoyue’s reputation had nearly rivaled Nangong Lingyue’s, and many believed he might surpass her to become the top genius of their year.

But this scene left everyone stunned—the gap was enormous.

Few knew that Lin Qingyun had already dealt with Zheng Haoyue’s group, but what they saw now was undeniable.

Nangong Lingyue subdued over ten people single-handedly, and with a casual strike, froze Zheng Haoyue—like an adult disciplining children.

"Zheng Haoyue, this is my final warning for the sake of being classmates. Next time, I won't be so merciful. I don't care about your grievances with others, but if anyone uses my name again to stir trouble, I will not let them off. My affairs have never needed interference, especially not from you lot, who are both scheming and cowardly."

"A bunch of useless fools. If you truly had skill, you wouldn't need to borrow my name."

Nangong Lingyue showed no mercy, lambasting them all.

Her words not only humiliated the dozen pressed beneath her and the frozen Zheng Haoyue, but also made those who had previously targeted Lin Qingyun in her name lower their heads, unable to meet her gaze.

"Nangong Lingyue, what are you doing..." At that moment, a teacher, noticing the commotion, hurried over.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to teach them a lesson. Since the battle leaderboard hasn't finalized, and the combat trial continues into the beast tide, I figured I'd take the opportunity to deal with those who used my name for trouble, only to be handled by others."

Nangong Lingyue was forthright, admitting her intentions, but also thoughtfully providing the teacher with an excuse.

The teacher paused, not immediately responding, his brows tightly knit as he studied her.

Just then, a powerful spiritual sense covered the area—the vice principal, Nan Yutong, still conversing with others afar, was also watching.

"Oh, I forgot—this is my family's territory. Since the combat trial shifted to assisting the beast tide hunt, and my father determines when it ends, I'll go ask him."

With that, Nangong Lingyue flew off.

"Cough..."

"Ah, it hurts..."

"My bones are broken, so many..."

"Teacher, she was ruthless to fellow students..."

......

With Nangong Lingyue gone, the dozen she subdued groaned, some enduring, others crying out.

"Crack... crack... boom... puff..."

As she left, the freezing force weakened, and Zheng Haoyue shattered the ice, spitting blood.

"Serves you right, a bunch of heartless fools, all bark and no bite. If such useless people aren't dead, he surely won't die..." Chao Ge made no effort to hide her delight.

"The boss will be fine..." Chu Qing murmured, though it sounded more like she was comforting herself, as messages kept flooding her communicator.

"Though the beast tide isn't over, you are now reserves. Having just survived a battle, do you not realize how important your comrades are? Take them for treatment."

The teacher, who had just arrived, was still conflicted; as an ordinary teacher, not yet at the Cloud Riding Realm but only at the Foundation Realm, he knew he might not be a match for Nangong Lingyue.

Moreover, he had no way to intervene. Fortunately, he received orders from Nan Yutong, which allowed him to breathe easier and know what to do.

His words caused those who had been watching him, waiting for him to pass judgment, to look utterly crestfallen.

"Puff... thud..."

The severely injured Zheng Haoyue staggered back, spitting more blood, which froze instantly, before collapsing in a shivering heap.

The school did not support them, surely due in part to Nangong Lingyue's identity, but not solely for that reason. Haicheng, after all, would not truly fear the Desert Wind King, Nangong Ao Shi; this only showed that the leadership strongly disapproved of their actions.

Meanwhile, as the thunder zone gradually dissipated, Nangong Lingyue waited at its edge.

She was not alone—Nan Yutong, who had been at Haicheng University, arrived, glancing at Nangong Lingyue without saying much. Soon, Feng Shouyi, Qin Xiong, the Desert Wind King, and others gathered.

None spoke; all simply waited.

As the thunderclouds in the sky faded, everyone flew toward the relic entrance.

Earlier, when the relic suddenly opened and the space became unstable, Zhu Yan and the Earth Qilin’s tribulation had summoned calamity clouds, preventing powerful figures like the Desert Wind King from intervening.

Otherwise, such a relic entrance could have been sealed by one, then gradually cleared and made into a regulated relic.

The group moved deeper; beneath the heavenly thunder and earth fire, not a single intact beast or human body remained. Even the ruined city, battered by the battle between Zhu Yan and the Earth Qilin and then cleansed by thunder and fire, had been obliterated.

Now it resembled a scorched purgatory—lava flowing, devoid of any sign of life.

Though Nangong Lingyue had seemed cold and unfeeling while dealing with the others, now, compared to the rest, she was the most agitated, her eyes unable to hide her disappointment and worry, glancing constantly at her father.

She hoped her father had news, but the silence was absolute as they reached the core area.

The traces of Zhu Yan and the Earth Qilin’s battle were clear, but all flesh was gone. Under such thunder and fire, none speculated further.

"Ah!"

Feng Shouyi, usually ever-smiling like the Laughing Buddha, could not help but sigh.

"Damn it..."

Nan Yutong stared into the relic, now obscured, with only a faint vortex visible. Her murderous intent was unrestrained, and in her anger she turned to Qin Xiong.

"General Qin, I request permission to campaign against this relic. If it had not opened suddenly, Lin Qingyun and so many new students would not have died so tragically."

Though she had anticipated this outcome, confirmation filled Nan Yutong with uncontrollable fury—she wanted nothing more than to rush in and slaughter everything.

"Your request is accepted. Such unstable relics must be dealt with, but the specifics need to be clarified before action," Qin Xiong replied, also uncomfortable. When the combat trial concluded, their military would take over.

How to handle a relic required a report to the minister.

While they spoke, Nangong Lingyue kept her gaze fixed on her father. Though his armor hid much, she could read his every move differently than others.

He stared at the vortex, and she knew his abilities better than anyone.

She had been prepared—if Lin Qingyun died here, even if it was not directly her fault, her father would not spare her.

After all, she had sought out Lin Qingyun, and his subsequent threats and coercion had led to the targeting of Lin Qingyun. Now, with his unexpected death, she would surely become her father's scapegoat.

She felt only regret for Lin Qingyun’s passing—the man was not the reckless wastrel others believed him to be; he hid himself well, and she had never had the chance to get back at him.

Even dealing with Zheng Haoyue and his group was only because she loathed their meddling—her conflict with Lin Qingyun was personal, yet they used her fan identity to stir up trouble, inciting her supporters against Lin Qingyun.

But she noticed that, while others were angry or grieving, her father kept watching the vortex.

Now, unlike when it first opened, they could not see inside, but just because they could not, did not mean her father, a supreme expert, was blind.

"Dad, what do you see? What's happening inside?"

"Shut your mouth. We'll settle your account when we get home. An interesting little fellow—he actually found a way to save himself. But now he's in some trouble..." Nangong Ao Shi was evidently still angry with his daughter, refusing to answer further, but then muttered to himself.