The old man was the one ancient leopard demon who killed over twenty experts with a single roar at
the Rockefellerâs house that had turned into ruins.
Such a powerful expert could do whatever he wanted in America.
However, he was now standing in front of the Flying Eagles Academyâs entrance.
There was a look of uncertainty on his face. This was because he saw the mysterious ancient bridge
previously. There were stains of fresh blood on the ancient bridge, and there was even yellowish water
running underneath it.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the bridge was the Mirror of Retribution that shone brightly.
âIsnât that the famed Persephoneâs Folly Bridge within the Three Realms?â
âThis is an incredibly powerful divine artifact that belongs to an ancient expert. How did it end up here
in ruins?â
âHow did that human kid acquire such a thing?â
âAlso, the aura I detected was terrifying. Who exactly was that person?â
The old man had a clouded expression on his face. Clearly, this seemed like it was in ruins, but such a
powerful object appeared in this place. Could there be an ancient expertâs legacy in the ruins? Or does
an ancient expert still live within the ruins?
The old man was shocked by this idea. If this were really the case, itâd be fascinating.
His gaze shifted, and the two golden rays of light from his eyes disappeared. His pupils also
transformed into ordinary pupils. In fact, he even hid the sinister Chi in his body.
Step by step, he walked into the academy.
âStand right there!â
âThe academy is a restricted area. You canât get in without permission. Do you have a pass?â
Two guards stopped the leopard demon.
The old man looked at the two of them. Their cultivation was pitifully weak. They practically like ants
that he could kill with a single finger.
âYes.â The old man nodded.
A golden light flashed in his eyes.
A green-colored demonic aura circled above both their heads. These two academy guards responsible
for guarding the entrance instantly lost their sense of self. They completely obeyed the old manâs
command and immediately let him through. In fact, they even led him inside.
Not long after walking through the entrance, they arrived at the free trade zone.
Quite a few people were selling stuff, including pills, spiritual herbs, and broken weapons. This wasnât
the academyâs trading area. Basically, there wasnât any good stuff.
The old man glanced around and belittled them in his heart. âIndeed, ruins will be ruins. Even if the
ancient boundary is broken and a few entrances were opened, humans are still weak ants despite
having conquered some of my demon tribes.â
When the old man walked past a stall, he overheard someone exaggerating a spiritual herb he was
selling. âBrother, this is a worldly spiritual treasure I snatched from a demon tribeâs restricted grounds.
Do you know what this spiritual herb is called? This is called a divine spiritual root. After consuming it,
you can clean your spiritual root, making it even purer. Cultivating will be twice as effective. Even the
demon tribeâs big boss thinks of it as a treasure. Ordinary people donât even get to see itâ¦â
The old man snorted coldly when he heard this. âTrash like this is all over the ancient boundary. Even
the non-mainstream demons donât care about it. A demon tribeâs big boss would be crazy to think of it
as a treasure.â
The vendor looked up. He didnât recognize the old man.
âHey, old man. Donât make nonsense up if you donât know what it is. Have you ever seen spiritual herbs
before? You donât look like you have any spiritual energy on you. Youâre just an ordinary human. You
must be a janitor at the academy. How dare you say such shameful things here? Hurry up and go clean
your toilets,â he retorted.
âI donât know about spiritual herbs?â The old man seemed as if heâd heard the funniest joke in his life.
Demon tribes knew more about spiritual herbs than humans. âForget it. I canât be bothered to deal with
lowly beings like you.â
However, as soon as he said this, the student who wanted to buy the spiritual herb earlier turned
around and left.
The vendor instantly became unhappy. âHey, you do have a big mouth. Who do you think you are?
Arenât you only responsible for cleaning toilet seats? How dare you say Iâm a lowly being? Who are you
then? Some random old guy?â
âHumph!â The scrawny old man snorted coldly.
However, his cultivation was very powerful. On top of that, he had other objectives. Naturally, he
couldnât be bothered to argue with silly people like this. However, that vendor wouldnât stop bugging
him. He kept staring at the old man and mocked him.
Right then, somebody was advertising something he sold at his stall. âSelling leopards! Selling leopard
cubs! Donât miss it if youâre passing by! These are fresh leopard cubs from a demon tribe. Youâll be able
to walk it on the streets like a pet once it grows up. Itâs much cooler than walking dogs. You can even
eat its flesh once itâs fully grown. It tastes amazing, and it can also improve your cultivationâ¦â