Chapter 57: Rat Alley

Look at them—so many disciples following behind, and then look at me—damn, besides my senior sister, there’s no one else. The entire ethereal sect fell silent, yet a sense of devastation lingered. Such a disgrace would be the laughingstock of the entire world of cultivators if word got out.

“From now on, call me Headmaster. Remember, our sect will be known as the Four Seas Academy!” After some thought, Quan Quan spoke with heartfelt sincerity.

At this moment, they looked rather disheveled, and the giant beast was even worse off—blown apart and utterly unrecognizable, it seemed impossible to repair.

Bai Maonu’s heart melted like a thousand heaps of snow under the spring sun: “Young Master Xu…” Her tongue lightly pressed against her teeth as she softly murmured.

This must be what it feels like to be of one heart and mind… Qingyuan felt a subtle emotion stirring within. No words needed to be said, no actions needed to be taken; just looking at each other made everything right.

“Because fate is not yet severed,” the old monk said, gazing at Bai Yin. There seemed to be something hidden deep within his inscrutable black eyes.

With eyes closed, throwing out wild and uncoordinated punches, all seven or eight thugs were knocked to the ground—some clutching their ribs, some their noses, and a couple, who must have had terrible luck, could only hold their groins and roll on the floor in agony.

A thunderous roar burst from Li Changkong’s mouth, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain. The tremendous soundwave shattered the beast at the very front on the spot, and the rest scattered in terror. For a moment, silence fell, broken only by steady breathing.

“Mr. Zhuang, Brother Long, let’s talk this out—there’s no need for guns or knives, right? When you fired just now, there were people passing by. They’ll definitely call the police. Brother Long, better put the gun away to avoid unnecessary trouble if the police show up,” Ahu advised.

After the students accepted the ghost-revenge theory, the atmosphere of fear began to spread. If not managed properly, fear could easily turn into anger, and things would spiral in a direction none of them wanted.

Cang Yunshan was truly a master of martial arts. In his youth, he traveled across the renowned mountains and rivers of Qingfeng Kingdom, seeking out hidden martial artists in pursuit of learning and challenge.

Liu De and the constables were all terrified, not daring to move. Only at dawn did they withdraw and return to the yamen, still trembling with lingering fear, breathing unevenly. It took a long time to recover, and they had no idea where Wang Quan and Ma Jian had gone that night. Wu Ting was sent with men to the Kang residence to arrest them, but the two had long since fled without a trace.

Sensing Ji Cheng’s arrival, Shuang Qingjie gathered all the frost energy cultivated over a lifetime and unleashed a peak strike never before attained. The freezing aura seemed capable of halting time and space, surging straight toward Ji Cheng.

“Die!” The three-headed, six-armed man-eater caught up, swinging his giant spiked club and sending Yun Jie flying.

The county magistrate, Chu Xi, heard that Guangwu had the help of a divine eagle and wanted to seize it. Eager, he sent his men to demand it, but the eagle’s master, Xuan Zhenzi, had only entrusted it to Guangwu for safekeeping and could not simply give it away. Guangwu explained the reason and asked the magistrate for understanding.

Just as the Shang army had pursued their enemy for ten miles, She suddenly blocked their path. The victory had greatly boosted the Shang army’s morale, and though She was strange, it wasn’t enough to curb their enthusiasm for chasing down the defeated. Yet She took only a single step, and the entire Shang army instantly collapsed and fled.

“You little bastard, who grabs someone’s face after grabbing their ass? Fine, I’ll let you off this time. How is it?” Xiong Shaoan asked.

Haolan crossed his arms over his chest, revving the Sky Hawk armor to full power and colliding with the landslide. The sound of stone crashing against metal was deafening.

“Listen carefully. It only works on those below Soul Saint, and it’s extremely difficult!” Aurora Star Soul said gravely.

Hearing this, a broader grin spread across Lei Yi’s face, but as a withered corpse, his smile was all the more unsettling.

This made Lin Yuan even more convinced that the old man’s thinking was off—no matter what the research was, it always ended up heading in those two directions.

Puyang Ze neither refused nor accepted Liu Datong’s invitation, but in Liu Datong’s eyes, his silence meant agreement. The thought of the evening’s banquet made Liu Datong’s face light up with delight, as if this night would bring him immediate promotion and fortune.

After the three arranged their schedules, while high society’s eyes were fixed on the socialite gala in Xijing, Ruan Ying and her companions slipped away for a seven-day trip to Iceland.

“Yes, again. I’ve seen footage of earth’s creatures battling hellish monsters; dragons, elves, humans—every sentient being took part.” Nodding, Lei Yi answered heavily.

“Impossible, that’s impossible…” Sorin looked at the empty hall. Of course, riches weren’t confined to the hall—there were gold coins scattered everywhere. But perhaps the system was fed up with the other party’s actions and began to take things directly, the shock of it absolutely overwhelming.

Ruan Ying had worried that the original male lead would cause trouble again, but it seemed he’d been rather quiet for the past six months, so she let him be. In any case, as the original male lead, Wen Zhan’s professional abilities were still trustworthy.

“But what if he uses Master to threaten me? I fear nothing—except the thought of those I care about falling into danger.” The more Gu Yier thought about it, the more anxious she became.