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After entering the aircraft, Lin realized that it was a custom-made vehicle, entirely made of some kind of metal, with iron railings on all sides, resembling the transport vehicles for prisoners seen on television.
"We will temporarily confiscate all your personal belongings. Please cooperate. If you resist, we have the right to use force against you."
As soon as he sat down, two individuals secured his hands and feet to the seat and removed Lin's communicator.
It was already quite clear that Lin's crime was serious enough to warrant treatment as a criminal. This was still under the premise that he was a student; had he not been a student, they likely wouldn't have bothered with such formalities and would have proceeded directly with enforcement.
"Where are we going? Am I the only one being punished?"
Although he understood that he would be punished, Lin felt a sense of unfairness at being singled out. Did those from prominent families really get special treatment?
"This is not within our jurisdiction. The enforcement department will handle this according to the law. Please cooperate with us."
These two had the standard demeanor of Enforcers—neither too much nor too little in their words, and they were relatively polite. Lin decided to close his eyes and rest.
The flight distance wasn't very far; after just over ten minutes, Lin was escorted off the aircraft.
Before him stood an ancient building, a tower constructed of deep red bricks, surrounded by tall, old-fashioned walls. The greenery inside looked quite nice.
Lin felt like a traveler, looking around without any sense of nervousness.
"Where is this?"
He was curious about how such an advanced place as Wuyuan Star could still have buildings as old as those in ancient streets, which made him reminisce about the past.
One Enforcer glanced at him but said nothing. The other person who had been answering his questions had a good temper and explained, "This is the Martial Arts Tower. High-level meetings and trials will take place here. You'd better maintain a good attitude; it might reduce your charges."
Nodding slightly, Lin fell silent. Deep down, he felt confident; he believed that Fatty and the others were already working behind the scenes.
The two brought Lin into a room wrapped in metal on all sides; this was a temporary holding area for prisoners. The three of them waited in silence.
The communicator was taken away, and Lin Ye had no sense of time. He was quite relaxed, sitting cross-legged to meditate. However, just as he began to circulate his Inner Qi, he felt a sharp pain in his neck that made him furrow his brows.
"I advise you not to use your energy. The device on your neck is a restraining device. Once it detects any activity of Inner Qi in your body, it will emit a high-energy electric current."
Upon hearing the Enforcer's explanation, Lin sighed. He almost forgot that he was still a criminal; even if he had no intention of escaping, he still needed to be cautious.
As he waited in boredom, unsure how much time had passed, the sun began to set, and the Crimson and Azure Moons slowly rose, hanging in the branches. It was at this moment that the iron door finally made a sound.
The one who entered was the dean, the Fat Old Man, who was puffing on a pipe and appeared to be in a hurry.
"Open it quickly!"
As soon as he entered, the Fat Old Man wasted no time and kicked each of the two Enforcers before pointing at the restraining device on Lin's neck and shouting.
"This isn't quite according to the rules, Four Deans," one of the spellcasters weakly asked.
"Rules? Aren't those set by me and those old fellows? What? Is my word not as good as theirs?"
The Fat Old Man seemed ready to hit someone with his pipe, scaring the two Enforcers into quickly removing the restraining device and Bracelet from Lin.
"You two can leave now. The hearing won't start for a while; I need to speak with this kid alone."
The Fat Old Man waved his hand impatiently, sending the two Enforcers out.
Bang! The iron door closed again, leaving only the Fat Old Man and Lin in the room.
Lin awkwardly looked at the Fat Old Man. He rubbed his nose and said softly, "Dean..."
"Director, what kind of director are you! Do you still think of me as your director? For the sake of a girl, you, an adult, dare to gather a crowd and fight with another academy! And you brought that brat Xing Shifang along! If something happens to the two of you, how am I supposed to explain it to your families!"
The Fat Old Man was also furious. He took a cigarette butt and hit Lin on the head. He wasn't very tall, so he had to jump to do it, making the scene look incredibly funny.
But Lin lowered his head, unable to smile, feeling immense shame in his heart. It seemed that the Fat Old Man had put in a lot of effort for him, which was why he was so angry.
"You... you..."
The old man jumped around for a while, probably calming down, then relit his pipe and took a couple of puffs.
"The trouble you've caused is too great. You've injured over a hundred students, more than half of whom are from noble families. You've offended all the high-ups in the Solar System!"
"I know..."
Lin sighed. He naturally knew he had caused a huge mess.
"What do you know? I have no way out. I can't protect you anymore. You must be punished this time and bear all the responsibility... Xing Shifang's identity is special; I think you know that much. He cannot be punished, so you'll have to take it all on yourself!"
The Fat Old Man exhaled smoke, his brows filled with helplessness.
"It's only fair that one person takes responsibility for their own actions. I won't let Shifang suffer punishment alongside me!"
Lin had already thought this through; there was no way he would let his brother who helped him suffer punishment too.
"According to what you've done, you should be exiled from Wuyuan Star. But since you've offended so many noble families, if they really expel you, you'd be dead a thousand times over. I've done my best and can only keep you in a state of confinement."
"Confinement is fine; at least it can protect me."
Lin said this against his will. No one likes losing their freedom, but since the old man had put it this way, it seemed he truly had no other options.
"Hey, listen carefully, Lin. When that old man from the First Academy asks you something later, just agree with him. Even if some of the aristocratic youths haven't been convicted, you still need to acknowledge it. After all, the forces behind the Ten Directions can't afford to offend everyone... After you're imprisoned, I'll do my best to help you. You don't have to worry; aside from being unable to leave, I won't let your cultivation fall behind."
The old man is quite diligent; he has done so much for Lin's talent that even Lin Xin feels he is too kind.
"I understand, Dean."
With his head lowered, Lin sighed helplessly, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Think it over properly! Once the storm passes, I'll get you out."
The Fat Old Man tapped Lin's head with his pipe and then sighed as he turned to leave.
Bang! The iron door closed again. The Fat Old Man was outside reprimanding the two Enforcers, probably telling them not to treat Lin like an ordinary prisoner and to be nicer to him.
In the empty room, only Lin remained. He slumped on the bench, looking up at the ceiling.
Strength—strength is not just about personal martial power; it also includes the forces behind you. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot go against the entire Star Domain...
Within Lin Xin burned a spark of desire—another kind of desire beyond culinary skills and martial arts...
Status! Power! Martial strength!
All are indispensable; these are the forces that will help me ascend to the Culinary God Summit, right?
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