Perhaps Eastern University’s ranking will also rise, breaking into the top ten nationwide.
After discussing all these matters, Ye Qingfeng’s status as a guest professor was also confird.
Next ca the course schedule and professor benefits, which Ye Qingfeng didn’t care about and agreed to casually.
After the arrangents, Ye Qingfeng left Eastern University. As a guest professor, he doesn’t need to stay at the university all the ti.
Originally, Ye Qingfeng could have been given accommodation by the university for guest professors, but he wanted to cultivate, so he declined.
He casually found an ordinary hotel outside the university; right now he only had three thousand yuan on him, so he couldn’t afford a nicer hotel.
In fact, Ye Qingfeng didn’t use the hotel for sleeping.
At night, Ye Qingfeng ca to Eastern University where the spiritual energy was thick, making it very suitable for cultivation.
Eastern University is vast, with lush vegetation, so the spiritual energy here is much thicker than in other parts of the city.
Ye Qingfeng arrived at a lakeside; although it was already night, there were still so couples being intimate here.
This place was where the spiritual energy was most concentrated, and there were no streetlights, making it perfect for cultivation.
Ye Qingfeng found a clean spot, sat cross-legged, and began cultivating.
"What’s this person doing? Why is he just sitting on the ground?"
"I don’t know, maybe he’s crazy!"
Nevertheless, so couples noticed Ye Qingfeng, thought his actions were insane, and left in a hurry, frightened.
Other couples gradually noticed Ye Qingfeng as well and quietly left.
Without streetlights here, encountering such a strange person was indeed a bit scary.
Ye Qingfeng naturally didn’t care about others’ opinions and imrsed himself in cultivation.
The spiritual energy here was decent and still acceptable for Ye Qingfeng at the mont.
However, if his cultivation advanced further, this level of spiritual energy wouldn’t be much to him.
When Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes, it was already 6 AM. However, this lake was in a remote part of Eastern University, so there weren’t any students passing by yet.
However, Ye Qingfeng did see an old and a young person practicing fist techniques here.
The old one was an elderly man in a white shirt, occasionally pointing out things to the young girl next to him.
The girl was also dressed in white training clothes, but she was tall, with delicate, snow-white skin, a rare beauty.
Ye Qingfeng stood up and smiled faintly. These ordinary moves, in his view, were useless no matter how much they were practiced.
After a casual glance, Ye Qingfeng withdrew his gaze; even if the other party was a rare beauty, he wouldn’t look twice.
At this mont, the girl in white walked over, her pretty face cold, looking sowhat unconvinced.
"Hey, what are you laughing at? Do you find our fist techniques funny?"
Lin ng had already noticed Ye Qingfeng; she and her grandpa often ca here to practice boxing, and today they unexpectedly encountered a strange person sitting here.
Originally, Lin ng thought he was insane or a vagrant, but unexpectedly, her grandpa said he might be a good person.
And that they shouldn’t provoke him easily.
She scrutinized this person carefully and found that he had a clear and handso face, with a particularly pleasant temperant.
However, how could such a young person possibly be a master?
Surely, he couldn’t even beat her; she had been practicing boxing for over ten years.
Lin ng was already feeling defiant, and Ye Qingfeng’s smile made her even more upset, so she walked over.
"Sorry, no offense intended."
Ye Qingfeng wasn’t interested in arguing with an ordinary girl.
Upon hearing this, Lin ng felt embarrassed instead.
Because when she got closer to Ye Qingfeng, she noticed his uniquely strong aura.
Moreover, standing next to him, there was an indescribable feeling—a very comfortable one, making people want to get closer.
"Humph, you just look down on my boxing techniques; how about we spar?"
Lin ng was no longer upset in her heart, but she wouldn’t show weakness.
Spar?
This was really a big joke.
"No need, you’re not my opponent."
Ye Qingfeng turned and left.
"Humph! Looking down on !"
Seeing Ye Qingfeng ignore her like this, Lin ng beca even angrier and couldn’t let him leave easily; she raised her foot and attacked.
Humph!
With a slight turn, Ye Qingfeng dodged the girl’s powerful kick.
Unexpectedly, this guy reacted so quickly; Lin ng swiftly threw a punch straight to Ye Qingfeng’s chest.
Ye Qingfeng grabbed the girl’s wrist, his glistening, tender wrist in his hand, yet he felt no pity. He held her wrist in mid-air, unable to move.
The two stood very close; Ye Qingfeng could sll the fragrance on the girl’s body, her long eyelashes, and red lips were right in front of him.
Likewise, the girl could also sll a unique scent on Ye Qingfeng, not a perfu, but very pleasant.
"Hey, let go, you’re hurting ."
Lin ng shouted and struggled, trying to break free from Ye Qingfeng’s grasp.
But inadvertently, when Lin ng raised her head, she saw Ye Qingfeng’s cold eyes, making her heart tremble.
She had never seen eyes with such lethal force, capable of instilling fear in her heart.
She was the favorite granddaughter of Lin Beishan of the Lin family; she had never feared anyone in the business or political world, and now, she was afraid of a young man!
"Sir, it was ngng who was rude; I apologize on her behalf."
The old man in traditional Chinese clothing ca over at this ti, chuckling.
Ye Qingfeng released Lin ng; he wasn’t soone who held grudges.
Unless soone genuinely provoked him, those people, Ye Qingfeng would generally just kill!
"Judging by your skills, are you a Martial Artist? I am Lin Beishan; may I know your na, young friend?"
Lin Beishan, with extraordinary deanor, cupped his hands towards Ye Qingfeng.
"Ye Qingfeng."
Ye Qingfeng replied indifferently.
"Mr. Ye, it was my granddaughter who offended you just now, I hope you can forgive her."
Lin Beishan’s gaze condensed, his tone more solemn.
He had witnessed Martial Artists before, but such a young, powerful Martial Artist was definitely exceptional in the mundane world.
For example, that Ge Min, who was once a young Martial Artist, road Huaxia with grace and flair.
Later joining the military, his cultivation continuously advanced, leading the Beihai Military District, bravely conquering three armies!
An Interdiate War General Level Martial Artist! Known as the War God of the military! Such a dominating presence!
Ye Qingfeng stared closely at the old man in traditional clothing and suddenly said, "You’re about to die!"
Lin Beishan was stunned, not reacting imdiately.
"Hey, what nonsense are you saying? You’re the one who’s about to die!"
Lin ng was infuriated by what she heard and imdiately retorted.
Ye Qingfeng said nothing, continuing to stare at Lin Beishan.
Lin Beishan was first surprised, then smiled bitterly, "I originally didn’t want my granddaughter to know, but I didn’t expect you to see through it. Indeed, I was injured when I was young, it beca a hidden illness, and now I don’t have much ti left."
"What? Grandpa!"
Lin ng was taken aback; if Ye Qingfeng hadn’t pointed it out, she wouldn’t have known her grandfather’s condition was so severe.
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