Chapter 128 : Chapter 128

Chapter 128. Are You Kidding Me? You Want Us to Deal with Jiang Yichen, the Eighth-Realm Martial Emperor in Full Top-Tier Gear?

“Now this is comfort.”

After finishing his bath, Jiang Yichen lay on the bed in a white bathrobe and picked up the phone that had been vibrating nonstop.

The group chat had completely exploded with @mentions, most of them from people hoping to freeload their way into staying there.

Jiang Yichen ignored all of it and opened Spark Team’s private group chat instead.

Tang Long: Brother Yichen, we clearly came in together, so how is the gap between our dorms this huge? 【Picture】

Chu Xingchen: The Military District Internship is meant to temper one’s will in a harsh environment. There is no need to be too particular about where we stay.

Tang Long: Hero Chu, that just means you do not understand how to enjoy life.

Su Linyu: Wow! Brother Yichen’s dorm is so beautiful. Can I come over and take a look?

Lei Zhen: Boss, something is not right here. The dorms in the East China Military District should not be like this.

Tang Long: Uncle Lei finally showed up. How have you been lately?

Lei Zhen: Not bad. I am currently undergoing recovery training at the East China Third Military District.

“...”

Jiang Yichen could not help smiling. He gave them a brief explanation, then made plans with Su Linyu and the other two to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

After changing into casual clothes, he took the elevator down and walked out of Dorm Building No. 4.

But the crowd outside made him pause. “What are all of you doing here?”

Everyone wore awkward expressions and shook their heads repeatedly before pretending they had something else to do and scattering at once.

Only Jiang Feng, dressed in a custom-tailored suit, remained where he was.

“Brother, what is going on here? Answer me!”

Jiang Yichen raised his hand and slapped him across the face. The strike ignored distance through space itself and landed directly on Jiang Feng’s cheek. “Do I really need to answer you? What a joke.”

Ignoring Jiang Feng completely, he brushed past him and headed for the cafeteria.

Jiang Feng’s head tilted forty-five degrees to the side, and his face slowly darkened.

“Brother! Stop right there!”

But Jiang Yichen never stopped walking, leaving Jiang Feng with nothing but impotent rage.

He clenched his fists, bloodshot veins appearing in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. “I will never allow you to escape my control!”

Jiang Feng turned and headed for the administrative district, where he knocked on the office door of Zhou Yu, the chief instructor of the new recruit camp.

“Come in.”

Without looking up, Zhou Yu continued reading the documents on his desk, a slight frown creasing his brow.

“You lied to me. Why did you assign Jiang Yichen such a good dorm?”

Jiang Feng threw Jiang Yichen’s photo down in front of Zhou Yu.

Only then did Zhou Yu lift his head, his expression turning unpleasant.

“Jiang Feng, be clear about our respective positions. This is not the Jiang Family. This is the military district!”

“What should you be calling me?” he demanded sternly.

Jiang Feng clenched his fists. After hesitating for a long while, he finally said, “Chief... Instructor!”

Zhou Yu nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the phone photo. In truth, he had already known about it.

But he did not understand it either. Dorm Building No. 4 had always been shabby and dilapidated.

Forget it. What was done was done.

Zhou Yu sighed. “Jiang Feng, there is no need to worry. The higher-ups have sent the Divine Battle Department over to hold the line. I will speak with them and have them give Jiang Yichen some special attention once training begins tomorrow.”

“The Divine Battle Department?” Jiang Feng frowned slightly. “Why have I never heard of it?”

“I have not heard of it either. That department seems as though it appeared out of nowhere. But...”

Zhou Yu pushed the document he had just been reading across the desk to Jiang Feng. “Their strength is absurdly powerful.”

Jiang Feng lowered his head to look. The page listed the information of four people, and the moment he saw their cultivation realms, his pupils contracted slightly.

Three Seventh-Realm Martial Kings and one at the peak of the Sixth Realm. Even the geniuses of the East China Battle Department could not compare to that.

Just the name Divine Battle Department alone sounded extraordinary.

“Alright.” Jiang Feng nodded.

Zhou Yu stood up and patted Jiang Feng on the shoulder. “Relax. We are both working toward the same final goal. Do not get angry over such a trivial matter.”

“It is getting late. Go back and rest.”

Jiang Feng’s eyes narrowed.

The final goal was to make Jiang Yichen die in the claws of demonic beasts.

A complicated look flashed through his eyes before he turned and left the office.

The smile on Zhou Yu’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and sinister expression.

“If I did not need a scapegoat, would I be this polite to you?”

He knew perfectly well that once Jiang Yichen died at the claws of demonic beasts, the Jiang Family would never let the matter rest.

And when that time came, Jiang Feng, this convenient sacrificial lamb, would have his role to play.

Zhou Yu let out a cold snort and picked up the phone on his desk. “Is this the Divine Battle Department?”

“Instructor Zhou, what is it? Was there something that was not arranged properly?”

An extremely seductive voice came through the phone, stirring even Zhou Yu’s heart and throwing his mind slightly off balance.

He quickly shook his head and forced himself to stay clear-headed.

Even though he himself was a Seventh-Realm Martial King, every time he faced that middle-aged man with the loli-like coquettish voice, he felt as though he had encountered love itself.

He had even started to question whether something was wrong with him.

“Minister Mei, I have a request. I hope your department can help.”

“Hehe, of course, Instructor Zhou. Go ahead. I’m listening.”

Hearing that deeply seductive voice while simultaneously recalling that greasy, bearded middle-aged face made Zhou Yu feel sick.

“Tomorrow, during the new recruit challenge, teach Jiang Yichen a proper lesson. It would be best if you beat him up badly. He is far too arrogant. In order to make him obey training from now on, I hope you can help with this.”

The other end of the line went silent for quite a while.

“What cultivation realm is he in?”

“According to the strength displayed during the Martial Exam, he was a Fifth-Realm Grandmaster two months ago.”

“Alright then. I’ll take this job. I’ll definitely help Instructor Zhou pound his chest with my little fists.”

“...” The corner of Zhou Yu’s mouth twitched. “Thank you, Minister Mei.”