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Chapter 103 seeks only clarity of mind! What do I fear from mere infamy!

Chapter 104 seeks only clarity of mind! What do I fear from mere infamy!

"Lord Shen, something terrible has happened! A fight has broken out outside!"

Upon hearing the jailer's words, Shen Yan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly went out to check the situation.

Upon reaching the watchtower, Shen Yan saw several scholars gathered outside the prison, punching and kicking three men dressed as prison guards.

Further out was a human wall formed by scholars, preventing the Imperial Guards from rescuing the people.

Shen Yan knew something was wrong; these must be jailers who had come to relieve the guards of their shifts at the Heavenly Prison, and they had blocked their way.

In this situation, even if you get beaten to death, it's pointless.

Jailers' lives were cheap to begin with, and since the law doesn't punish everyone, these scholars didn't have to pay any price.

He leaped off the watchtower, rushed to the group, and shoved them aside with a few blows.

Shen Yan was still somewhat restrained in his attack, not going all out to kill them. After severely injuring them, he immediately led the three back to the Heavenly Prison.

If someone really dies, the scene will be difficult to control.

The scholars below were immediately agitated and excited.

They were furious that Shen Yan would dare to injure someone.

"Hand over the killer!"

"Severely punish the person who committed the act!"

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Their faces were flushed, and despite the cold winter, their blood was still boiling, their eyes fixed on Shen Yan.

If looks could kill, he would have died at least a hundred times over by now.

Shen Yan's expression was also unpleasant, his face gloomy.

The three people who were beaten were Chen Xiaoshuan and two prison guards from cell B.

Chen Xiaoshuan seemed to be in good spirits, while the other two were weak and had been severely injured by the scholars.

If they had arrived any later, the two would likely have been beaten to death.

Shen Yan quickly ordered someone to take them to Li Jianzhong for treatment.

Ma Danian walked out of the prison and went to Shen Yan's side. When he saw the three people being carried in, his expression changed drastically.

"These people are so ruthless! They're beating people to death!"

He saw that Shen Yan's face was ashen, and knew that Shen Yan must be very angry now.

He quickly shut his mouth, not daring to utter another sound, for fear of angering Shen Yan.

Shen Yan walked out of the prison with a sullen face, and Ma Danian secretly thought that something was wrong.

"Please, whatever you do, don't let anything serious happen."

The scholars outside exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what Shen Yan's purpose was.

Shen Yan sneered, "Didn't you want to go to the Heavenly Prison? Anyone who survives one of my palm strikes will be let in."

After saying this, he snatched a long spear from the Imperial Guard and threw it at the feet of the scholars.

"If you dare to cross this line, I'll take it as a sign of your intention. If you're too afraid, you'd better go home and stop making a fool of yourself here."

Shen Yan faced dozens of scholars alone, showing no fear whatsoever.

Ma Danian asked him softly, "Sir, this might not end well."

Shen Yan sneered, "Don't worry, half of the scholars over there are fools who were misled into coming here, and the other half are opportunists who wouldn't dare to come forward. The truly intelligent and capable people are definitely not here."

Just as Shen Yan had expected, no one on the other side dared to step forward.

A few hotheads tried to rush forward, but were held back by their companions.

These scholars included many martial artists of considerable skill; they certainly had discerning eyes.

The strength Shen Yan displayed when saving people was more than enough; one palm strike could not only kill them, but also easily shatter them into pieces.

He saw someone quietly leave, unsure whether they went to call someone or simply left because they found it boring.

Scholars value their reputation highly, and with just a few words from Shen Yan, they all turned red in the face, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

Several people finally couldn't bear it and stepped out of the crowd; none of them were highly skilled in martial arts.

They were all eighth and ninth-rank martial artists, and Shen Yan severely injured them with a single palm strike.

After that, no matter how much Shen Yan mocked them, they neither came out nor left the prison.

Finally, someone else came out.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"It's actually Senior Brother Yuan Ren. He's a seventh-rank martial artist; he'll definitely be able to teach this lowly official a lesson."

"Senior Brother Yuan Ren has finally made his move. Let's see how long this lowly official can keep laughing."

"Senior Brother Yuan Ren has finally arrived. Did you really think my Mirror Lake Academy was deserted?"

The man bowed to Shen Yan with his hands clasped.

"My name is Yuan Ren, a disciple of Jinghu Academy. I have come here to ask for your guidance, brother."

Shen Yan said calmly, "Give me some guidance?! You're not qualified, you're too weak!"

Yuan Ren, who had been able to maintain his composure, immediately broke down upon hearing Shen Yan's disdain.

"you----"

Shen Yan said impatiently, "If I beat you, can I take the rest of the group and get lost?"

"We are all here to seek justice for our fellow students. We will not leave until the matter is resolved."

Hearing Yuan Ren's words, Shen Yan felt helpless.

"Then get out of here!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Ren collapsed to the ground, spitting blood, and was seriously injured.

His face was filled with disbelief; he had thought that even if he was no match for the enemy, he wouldn't suffer such a crushing defeat.

They were completely powerless to resist.

Shen Yan said indifferently, "Too weak. Go back and train for another two years!"

Upon hearing Shen Yan's words, Yuan Ren was so angry that he fainted.

Having been humiliated in front of so many classmates, fainting at this moment was a kind of relief for him.

Seeing Shen Yan's unreasonable and domineering attitude, these scholars felt as if they were encountering a soldier.

Seeing that they still wouldn't leave even after all this, and considering that they had injured people in front of the prison gate, Shen Yan's patience had long since run out.

He said sternly, "This is a sacred prison. Your trespassing is tantamount to rebellion. You are all scholars who have studied diligently and should understand this principle."

Shen Yan's tone carried a hint of coldness.

"If you are unwilling to walk standing up, then have someone carry you away!"

The scholar in front shuddered upon hearing Shen Yan's words.

If these words came from someone else, they certainly wouldn't take them seriously.

But after Shen Yan said it, they believed that Shen Yan would really do it.

Ma Danian, standing behind Shen Yan, was already stunned and speechless, shocked by Shen Yan's actions.

Shen Yan was not a reckless person; these scholars in front of him had indeed violated the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

His handling of the situation was not problematic.

Others can't do anything about them, mainly because they cherish their reputation.

If so many scholars were beaten today, who knows what kind of stories would be made about them?

But Shen Yan never cared about his reputation.

If they truly cared, they wouldn't be happy to serve in the imperial prison.

What he seeks is a clear understanding of right and wrong; as long as his fist is big enough, his words are considered truth.

"If Heaven deceives me, I will shatter Heaven; how could I possibly care about these flies before me?"

Shen Yan saw that they remained unmoved.

"I will make my move within ten breaths. If you are confident that you can defeat me, then continue to stand where you are."

"Ten, nine — three, two, one."

"Wait! I wonder if you still believe what you just said?"

Shen Yan looked over upon hearing the voice and saw a person dressed in white, who appeared to be about the same age as him, holding a paper fan with the four characters "Ning Jing, Zhi Yuan" written on it.

He walked over while talking, gently waving a paper fan, like a refined gentleman.

This person was none other than Ye Wangji.

Looking at his attire, Shen Yan thought to himself, "Where did this show-off come from?"

"What I just said stands, do you want to try?"

"I am not very talented, but I have studied martial arts for a few years. I would like to learn from your superior skills."

Shen Yan's gaze narrowed slightly. This person's aura was long and deep, indicating that he must be a martial artist with accomplished internal strength.

Ye Wangji looked at Shen Yan with a solemn expression.

Those around them eagerly anticipated the battle between the two.

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