NIP Chapter 178 Review
Chapter 178 Review
The post on the Nanjiang University campus forum has been generating buzz for quite some time now.
"Song Chen is at Nanjiang University, on the second floor of the Third Martial Arts Training Hall!"
At first, no one believed it, but Zhou Xiaoman, who posted the message, uploaded a photo.
The photo was taken secretly from a corner of the training room. He was facing away from the camera, so only his back and the hilt of the knife were visible.
But the silvery-white luster of that knife handle was exactly the same as the knife in the video of Qinghu Base City.
The entire Nanjiang University was in an uproar.
Students poured out of the teaching buildings, training halls, and dormitories, rushing towards the Third Martial Arts Training Hall.
Second-order, third-order, fourth-order... Nanjiang University has no fourth-order students.
In addition to the students, the teachers also rushed over after hearing the news.
The number of people in the corridor quickly increased from a dozen to dozens, and then to hundreds.
They crowded on both sides of the corridor, standing on tiptoe, holding up their phones, their eyes all focused on the entrance to the training room.
Song Chen came out, with the exact same face as in the video.
The corridor exploded.
"Song Chen, it really is Song Chen!"
"The Great Xia's Number One Genius!"
"I've watched that video of Qinghu Base City a hundred times, it's him!"
"Oh my god, he really came to Nanjiang University."
……
Screams, cheers, and the sound of cell phones snapping photos mingled together.
Hundreds of people crowded in the corridor, countless hands holding up terminals and pointing them at Song Chen, the flashes of light making his profile flicker.
Some people were shouting "Senior Song Chen", some were shouting "Scholar Song", and some were shouting "God Song".
Students from Nanjiang University frantically pushed forward, wanting to get as close to him as possible.
Liu Ming froze.
He stood in the middle of the corridor, fire-elemental energy still gathering on his fist.
His gaze shifted from Song Chen to the frenzied crowd on both sides of the corridor, from the phones held up to the mouths of people screaming "Song Chen".
The Great Xia's Number One Genius?
Qinghu Base City?
video?
"What's going on?"
Liu Ming was a little confused.
His underling behind him had turned pale. He tugged at Liu Ming's sleeve for the third time, his voice trembling, "Brother Ming, I remember who Song Chen is. Song Chen, the number one genius of Great Xia, the Song Chen who killed a fifth-tier beast king at the fourth tier."
Upon hearing this, Liu Ming was stunned, and then his hands began to tremble.
The brain is processing information, but the amount of information is too large to handle.
What did he just do? He pointed at Song Chen and said, "Who do you think you are?" and "Let's settle this like men, let's have a fight."
He wants to have a fight with Song Chen.
Fight someone who single-handedly wiped out a level 3 beast tide.
The fire-elemental energy on his fist went out, and the pale red aura on his fingers vanished with a "poof," like a candle blown out by the wind.
Then another sound came from the end of the corridor.
It was the sound of military boots stepping on the floor, a neat, deep sound with a metallic clang.
Hundreds of military boots rose and fell simultaneously, their rhythm as precise as a metronome.
The students in the corridor automatically parted to the sides, making way for a passage.
The Nanjiang Base City Guard Team arrived at the scene.
Three hundred team members wore dark blue uniforms, and the medals on their chests shone silver under the lights.
Each person wore a ceremonial sword at their waist, the scabbards polished to a gleaming shine.
Their steps were perfectly synchronized, with each step landing no more than 0.1 seconds apart.
There was one person walking at the very front of the group.
That was Lu Zhengbei, the garrison commander of Nanjiang Province, a peak fifth-order martial artist.
He was wearing the garrison commander's uniform, made of dark blue wool, with three gold stars on his epaulets, the highest rank of the Great Xia Garrison Commander.
The medals on his chest were all over his left breast, arranged in three rows from top to bottom, each representing a battle or a major achievement.
He stopped three steps in front of Song Chen.
Then raise your right hand and salute!
"Lu Zhengbei, the garrison commander of Nanjiang Province, leads the Nanjiang Base City Guard Brigade to the Great Xia Honorary Councilor for inspection."
The next moment, all three hundred members of the honor guard saluted in unison.
Three hundred pairs of military boots came together at the same time, making a neat clattering sound.
The air in the corridor froze; all the students stopped screaming, and all the hands holding up their phones were frozen in mid-air.
Liu Ming stood in the middle of the corridor, less than five meters away from Song Chen.
His hands had stopped shaking, but his whole body was shaking.
The garrison commander of Nanjiang, at the peak of the fifth rank, even his father, Liu Chongshan, would respectfully address Lu Zhengbei as "Governor Commander".
Lu Zhengbei was now standing in front of him, saluting the person he had just called "who do you think you are," and calling him "Honorary Councilor of Great Xia."
Song Chen did not look at Liu Ming.
His gaze fell on Lu Zhengbei, then he raised his right hand and returned the greeting.
"Commander Lu, you've worked hard."
Lu Zhengbei lowered his hand and his gaze swept over Song Chen, noting his eighteen-year-old face and the spiritual energy fluctuations of a mid-fourth-tier cultivator.
His eyelid twitched, but he didn't ask anything.
"Congressman Song, Nam Giang Province is your hometown. Please inspect the defense system of Nam Giang base city."
His voice was loud and steady, and could be heard clearly throughout the entire corridor.
Song Chen looked at him, and their eyes met.
There was something subtle in Lu Zhengbei's eyes, a kind of smugness that came from someone who had been there before, like "I've given you all the respect you deserve."
Song Chen understood and nodded.
"Thank you for your help, Garrison Commander Lu."
Lu Zhengbei stepped aside to make way.
The honor guard members were neatly arranged in two rows, leaving a two-meter-wide passage in the middle.
Song Chen strode forward. He paused as he passed Liu Ming.
Liu Ming's entire body was stiff, like a stone sculpture.
His lips were trembling, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, so he couldn't make a sound.
He dared not look at Song Chen, yet he dared not look away.
Song Chen looked at him calmly and asked, "Want to continue?"
The three words were spoken very softly, but everyone in the corridor heard them clearly.
Liu Ming's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.
His henchman had retreated to the base of the wall, wishing he could embed himself into it.
Song Chen waited for half a minute but still didn't get a reply, so it seemed the call couldn't be made.
He withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward, passing through the passage formed by the honor guard, the hilt of the Tianjun Blade reflecting the light above his right shoulder.
Lin Qingxue stood at the entrance of the training room, watching him walk towards the end of the corridor, with Lu Zhengbei following half a step behind him.
Zhou Xiaoman squatted in the corner, her phone screen still lit up, displaying a post from the school forum with over 30,000 replies, the latest one being...
"The garrison commander himself has arrived, and he is saluting Song Chen."
The students in the corridor finally came to their senses, and screams erupted again, even louder than before.
Everyone was pushing forward, and the honor guard members linked arms to form a human wall, blocking them on both sides.
Liu Ming remained standing in the same spot, his fire-type spiritual energy completely extinguished.
His brain finally processed all the information: the number one genius of Great Xia, a fourth-tier cultivator killing a fifth-tier cultivator, an honorary councilor, a provincial garrison commander saluting, and the guard of honor inspecting him.
He was about to fight this guy and settle things like a man.
His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.
At the end of the corridor, Song Chen's figure disappeared at the stairwell.
Cheers followed his retreating figure, surging out of the Third Martial Arts Training Hall and into the campus of Nanjiang University.
The sky over Nanjiang Base City was clear, and the sound of the honor guard's boots striking the ground in unison.