The yin energy, though not heavy, exerted a palpable pressure.
It felt like a peerless master suppressing their aura to intimidate a weakling.
Feng Yu shook his head helplessly and walked towards the third floor.
Perhaps he had been too cautious these past few days, easily startled by a mere wisp of yin energy.
Dormitory 302 was on the left side of the third floor. Feng Yu lugged his suitcase up the stairs.
Upon reaching the third floor, the corridor lights flickered.
Feng Yu jolted, instinctively drawing the copper coin sword from his waist, ready for a fight.
He looked ahead and realized there wasn't a single ghost in sight.
"Damn, you scared me to death," Feng Yu sighed in relief, feeling exasperated.
He would be scared to death by himself before any ghost could get him.
Speaking of which, why hadn't anyone fixed these corridor lights?
In the dead of night, anyone going to the restroom would be terrified.
Feng Yu felt concerned about the dormitory's maintenance, and sheathed his copper coin sword again.
"Fellow Daoist, are you new here?"
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind, landing on Feng Yu's shoulder.
"Holy crap!"
Startled, Feng Yu drew the copper coin sword from his waist and slashed fiercely as he turned.
Swish!
Just as the copper coin sword was about to slice the figure's throat, a shout was heard.
"Fellow Daoist, quickly retract your sword!"
Hearing a human voice, Feng Yu forcefully pulled back.
The sword tip remained pointed at the figure's throat.
The figure was gasping for breath, one hand clutching its chest, clearly terrified.
"You scared me to death, I thought I was a goner."
Of course, he wasn't the only one who was scared; Feng Yu was too.
It was fortunate that the man had shouted in time, allowing Feng Yu to retract his sword quickly.
Otherwise, if the sword tip had moved even a tiny bit further, blood would have been spilled on the spot today.
Feng Yu didn't sheath his sword but first assessed the other person.
A short haircut, sallow complexion, terribly dark circles under his eyes, a white t-shirt, yellow shorts, and a pair of death-defying flip-flops. He looked about the same age as himself.
This was the standard attire for contemporary university students.
But what was with those dark circles? They were frighteningly pronounced.
And the bruise on his lip was clearly from a recent beating.
The man, having calmed himself, was about to express his anger when Feng Yu spoke first: "Fellow Daoist, that was uncalled for. Appearing behind me in the dead of night, I thought you were a ghost. It's a good thing I retracted my sword in time, or you would have been bleeding out on the spot."
Feng Yu knew he was in the wrong, so he took the initiative to get angry.
As the saying goes, pave the road for others and leave no path for yourself.
The man looked at Feng Yu speechlessly: "Brother, everyone in this building is a Daoist. Do you think any ghost would come here looking for trouble? Also, can you please put your sword away?"
"This..."
Seeing his sword still pointed at the man's throat, Feng Yu awkwardly and quickly sheathed it.
"Never mind, living like this is worse than dying."
The man muttered to himself, then looked at Feng Yu again, asking, "Fellow Daoist, which sect are you from? Are you new here?"
Feng Yu nodded, a smile on his face, and replied, "That's right, I'm new, and I'm unaffiliated."
Upon hearing this, the man's face contorted: "You're unaffiliated?"
Seeing the man's grim expression, Feng Yu nodded, confused: "Yes, I'm unaffiliated?"
"Go!"
The man's expression turned serious: "Leave quickly, get out of this school!"
Feng Yu looked confused: "Why?"
The man shook his head, his face filled with fear: "Don't ask so many questions. If you don't want to live like an animal, leave now!"
Seeing the man's fearful expression, Feng Yu was utterly bewildered and asked, "Fellow Daoist, can you tell me why?"
"Sigh."
The man shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to explain, his phone suddenly rang.
The man took out his phone, his face turned pale, and he shakily answered it.
A male voice came through: "Did you put my precious insect into the incubation chamber?"
This voice sounded so familiar.
Feng Yu listened carefully and suddenly realized.
Wasn't this Chen Tao's voice?
The man swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "N-no, not yet."
As soon as he said that, Chen Tao on the other end of the line became furious: "Why so slow? What are you dawdling for? Are you looking for a beating?"
"The person on the phone..."
Feng Yu was about to ask when the man raised his hand to interrupt him.
But it was too late. Chen Tao on the phone asked, "Why is there someone else's voice? Who is it?"
Upon hearing this, the man looked at Feng Yu anxiously, not answering immediately, as if contemplating something. Finally, he replied fearfully, "N-no one."
Chen Tao on the phone sneered: "Zheng Ping, you know what happens when you lie to me, don't you?"
Hearing this, the man almost collapsed to the ground in fear. He looked at Feng Yu with an apologetic expression: "Y-yes, there is a newcomer who just moved in."
Upon hearing this, Chen Tao on the phone became interested: "Oh, which sect is he from?"
The man knew it was too late to save Feng Yu and could only answer truthfully: "Unaffiliated."
"So, unaffiliated." Chen Tao on the phone said happily: "After you send my precious insect into the incubation chamber, bring him to see me. Otherwise, you know the consequences."
The man clenched his fists, tears seemingly welling up in his eyes, and replied: "Understood."
Looking at the man's expression, Feng Yu roughly understood the situation.
It seemed like a case of school bullying.
After hanging up the phone, the man looked at Feng Yu with a face full of apology: "I'm sorry, I did my best."
Feng Yu looked at him, completely bewildered: "Brother, why are you so afraid of this Chen Tao?"
The man shook his head bitterly and said helplessly: "What can I do? He's the young master of the Miao Jiang Chen family. What do you think? Am I scared?"
Feng Yu looked confused and asked, "The Miao Jiang Chen family? Are they very powerful?"
The man looked at Feng Yu, almost disbelieving: "You don't even know the Miao Jiang Chen family?"
Feng Yu nodded. He had no memories from before.
He could be considered a complete novice in this martial world.
He genuinely had no idea about the Miao Jiang Chen family.
"I don't know," Feng Yu replied truthfully, shaking his head.
The man sighed helplessly, but then he thought about it.
This guy was unaffiliated, so he surely wouldn't know the power of the various sects in the martial world.
The man began to explain: "The Miao Jiang Chen family is a super-first-class power in the martial world. Especially the Chen family head, Chen Shanhe, who is a master on the Black List. It can be said that there are very few sects in the martial world that can contend with the Chen family."
After hearing the man's introduction, Feng Yu became even more interested.
He didn't expect the Chen family to be so formidable.
But why did Chen Tao look so terrified when he saw him, as if he had seen his father?