Chapter 43: School, The Literature of Adolescent Pain

Qiao Jia had been out of sight for too long and hadn’t killed anyone recently, except for that first time when she dealt with the troublemaker from the Northern Star Base in the small town. The rest of her victims had all fallen outside the town’s boundaries. These survivors here had, in truth, never witnessed Qiao Jia take a life. However, her indifference was something they knew all too well. Whenever an incident occurred among the survivors within the town, she always wore an expression of aloof detachment, as if nothing concerned her.

The bell’s ringing grew ever more urgent, culminating in a sudden, thunderous crash. Just then, Red Leaf abruptly fell still and, puppet-like, stood up from the ground. When Lin Feng looked her way, he saw her gaze was blank—she had been completely taken over by White Lotus.

Xia Jin Xuan instinctively caressed the ring on his finger. A gentle warmth flowed from his fingertip, coursing through his entire body. He stared at it in astonishment, finding it all a bit inconceivable.

“There’s no need for you to trouble yourself… Just call an ambulance for me…” Even as waves of darkness threatened to swallow her vision, she could still clearly see the deep furrow between his brows.

Back then, his restraint arose from a lingering kindness, a sense that, no matter what, he owed his wife something and did not wish to tear open old wounds before their parting. Yet even the gentlest, kindest man, after suffering repeated hurts from his newlywed wife, could not possibly remain unfazed as if nothing had happened.

“Goldmane, do you have any ideas?” Cold Flame swung his machete, hacking again and again at the twisting purple vines.

Golden-maned Lion, Flame Wolf, White Spirit, Black-horned Beast, Kui Ox, Skyvine—so many mythical beasts must all endure the thunder tribulation. How could they possibly protect them all?

He Dangui glanced in confusion at Meng Xuan, Meng Ying, and Lu Jiangbei, who were sitting in on the discussion; the three of them wore expressions of equal puzzlement.

“Hmph, whoever’s a pervert dies first!” Chen Kuang bellowed, launching into the fourth-level Spiral Step, surpassing ten times the speed of sound, his blade aura surging skyward to meet the enemy’s massive palm.

“Insolence! Drag Jiang Yue, Jiang Xin, and Madam Chen outside at once and give them each twenty strokes!” The Lady of the Duke of Su knitted her brows, her voice icy.

Because of this, when defeat began to set in at the Inspector’s Camp, the two sides’ forces only drew farther and farther apart. Of course, everyone was now waiting for Da Gu and his companions to send back the latest updates from the field—only then could they truly discuss their next move. Otherwise, no amount of talk would yield a solution.

While following the original novel’s path posed little risk, there was always the chance that a monster’s rampage might one day claim the life of a loved one.

After all, the Port Police Station, by its nature, had more contact with the outside world. Its chief needed to be more adept than most at dealing with outsiders.

He had used a Fire Elemental Summoner’s card and three Star Ascension cards, raising the fire-wolf to four stars, allowing it to grow as large as a hundred meters.

Thus, the combat between the two sides resumed—fiercer than before. Both sides’ members joined the fray, and once again, Zheng Sanjun and Qian Qianyi teamed up against Zhao Nanxing and his disciple.

Yuan Qian winced in pain, then picked up her sketchpad, cradling it tenderly in her arms. Out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently glanced at Qin Shen once more.

“I need to go out for a while—I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone—so I came especially to let you two know.” Qiu Xuan pretended not to notice their bruised faces, speaking with perfect seriousness.

The city’s defenses were now clearly inadequate. If not for the presence of Qiu Xuan, the Sword Sage, and the other powerhouses, Ye Ran would never have allowed these people to enter the city.

Some self-proclaimed clever individuals often likened the bridal chamber to a grave, even going so far as to say the sounds from within sometimes resembled those of a slaughterhouse.

Everyone’s heart leapt to their throats; Chen Tianyi even bent to snatch up a stone from the ground, gripping it tightly in his hand.