After that, everything returned to normal.
Fan Daoyi and He Piaojian both received graduation notices.
Fan Daoyi repeatedly confirmed that the seal was not forged, He Piaojian also kept asking Principal Fu his opinion, finally concluding that:
Too outstanding to graduate early.
The Principal Fu hugged He Piaojian and cried, "Little Cheapie, I can't bear to part with you--"
"I'm so reluctant too—" He Piaojian cried along, "Why do they say I'm strong enough but not allowed to participate in the campus competition? Why do they make me graduate early?"
Fan Daoyi sat to the side, took out his phone, recorded the scene, and then uploaded it to the campus network.
"Yes, yes," Principal Fu, "Those schools can't take a joke; they actually filed a joint appeal. That's outrageous!"
The two men, now like brothers in misfortune, embraced and wailed.
Until, Principal Fu said something that shattered their friendship, "You still owe me money. Why don't you give me the prize money from the last competition? That way you can keep it in your hands this time, right?"
Upon hearing this, He Piaojian away, his eyes shifted, and he turned and quickly left.
He took several dozen steps forward, then turned his head firmly, his eyes filled with righteous indignation. "Hey, Lao Fu, for the sake of our deep friendship, don't say such hurtful things."
Finally, leave this place with integrity.
Principal Fu reached out Er Kang's hand in a desperate attempt to stop him, but Er Kang had already vanished. His gaze fell on Fan Daoyi, who was editing text, and he cautiously asked, "Could you help me pay back this money?"
Fan Daoyi blinked, looked up to meet his gaze, and said seriously, "Do I look like a victim to you?"
After leaving school, they were idle and overgrown with weeds. Several months passed, He Piaojian inexplicably reached the bottleneck of the Fusion Realm.
"Have you been taking hormones these past few months?" Zhen Thunder looked He Piaojian up and down several times, then grabbed his shoulders and shook him, demanding an answer.
He Piaojian was also bewildered. "I don't know. I haven't been focusing on cultivation these past few months, and it just kept increasing in size on its own."
"And you Dao Yi, what is your true strength?" Zhen Thunder tried to find solace in Fan Daoyi.
Fan Daoyi briefly to think, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"Let's start with a fake one to calm things down."
"As long as it's not hand-to-hand combat, you're no match for me right now."
"Ah... really?"
"Seven-thirds split."
"You three?"
"With spatial overlap, I can kill you at least seven times in three seconds; you won't even have a chance to fight me hand-to-hand."
"... Thank you so much."
Just then, a new job came along.
The moment Qian Heaven received the news, he immediately thought of the two of them.
He looked up and saw Fan Daoyi talking to him. He shouted, "Dao Yi, why don't you and He Piaojian go for a walk?"
He Piaojian followed the sound and went to Qian Heaven's side to read the message.
"The Four Fiends Cult's whereabouts?" Upon seeing the words, he readily agreed, "I'll go."
Fan Daoyi would not refuse these things, and he agreed to them after He Piaojian agreed.
Azure Cloud City, the starting point of the Intuition Insect Disaster.
Based on the prophecy of the sorceress at [Twelve Hours], they identified the opening points of several doors and found some traces of the Four Fiends Cult.
To adapt to the changing seasons, Fan Daoyi also donned a fur cloak. The fur trim wrapped around the shoulders, collar, and cuffs, with a long cloud-like pendant hanging down the back.
He Piaojian wore a white turtleneck sweater with a camel coat, a mesh scarf, and fleece-lined Martin boots.
"Taowu?" He Piaojian exhaled a cold breath, looking at the clue sent to his phone, and couldn't help but grip the phone tightly. "Heh, last time it was Taotie, this time it's Taowu, what a coincidence."
Fan Daoyi slightly embarrassed expression.
Last time Dao Er impersonated Taotie, Taotie appeared not long after. Then Dao Er impersonated Taowu, and this time he's going to run into Taowu again. He and these guys from the Four Fiends Cult... they really do have an inexplicable fate.
He Piaojian muttered and complained, "This weather is really cold. I don't feel it when I'm indoors, but I only realized how cold it is after being sent abroad."
Let's get this over with quickly; the New Year is almost here.
"You seem to be looking forward to this?" Fan Daoyi asked, puzzled. He had a basic understanding of the Lunar New Year, but no real concept of this.
"Of course, I can ask them for money for the New Year, hehehe." He scanned Fan Daoyi's clothes from head to toe. "These past few months, your clothes have been either black or white, so plain, too plain. Wait, I'll buy you a bright red cotton coat later!"
There's no need for that.
"Why not? That color is so festive, perfect for the New Year. Add a mythical beast hat, and it'll be perfect."
He Piaojian was still excitedly dreaming when news came from their target.
The conversation between the two came to an abrupt halt, and they stared intently at that spot, holding their breath.
The first step was to assess the surrounding situation, and once that was done, to begin setting up a barrier to isolate the outside world.
Fan Daoyi grabbed He Piaojian and, taking advantage of the barrier not yet taking effect, Teleportation inside and quickly chose a hiding spot.
The target planted flags in all four directions, made hand seals, and a phantom mist rose up to obscure the view.
Faced with the situation where visibility was obscured by fog, He Piaojian also took out professional equipment. After a simple adjustment and aiming it at the inside, a clear image appeared on the equipment.
After waiting for a long time, the target finally lowered their guard and began the next step.
He hunched over, his spine protruding, and a green plant burst forth from his flesh, growing rapidly. Then, swarms of insects emerged from all directions. The blood on the plant dripped down its branches and leaves, landing on the ground, where the insects swarmed, eager to devour it.
"These insects seem somewhat different from what we saw before," He Piaojian muttered to himself.
After carefully considering a good analogy, Fan Daoyi shared his thoughts. "It's like the insect swarms we saw before were wild, while these are more like those raised in captivity."
"Yes, yes, that's pretty much the feeling," He Piaojian agreed. "They're raising insect swarms in large numbers, and there's been a slight change in their Intuition. Could they be accelerating the Insect Disaster plague?"
He seized upon a possibility and immediately shared this absurd idea with Fan Daoyi.
"It's not impossible," Fan Daoyi gave an ambiguous answer.
"How long are Dao Er going to keep spying?"
The branches growing on the target's spine retracted, and he was lifted up like a zombie, stiffly turning his head to look at where they were hiding.
"Do you like my feeding method?"
"They found out so quickly?" He Piaojian suspected the target was bluffing them and was somewhat skeptical of the statement.
"There's no need to doubt me. I'm listening to everything you do. All these preparations were actually made specifically for the two of you."
The battle flags shifted in all four directions, and a Death Gate appeared where they were hiding.
Fan Daoyi grabbed He Piaojian and left, the fog in the air thickening.
Upon seeing this, he immediately held his breath and covered He Piaojian's mouth and nose.
The mist collided and began to grow wildly, piecing together sharp thorns that surrounded the open space.
Tens of thousands of tiny insects clung to each thorn.
Its pair of scarlet compound eyes followed the traces of spatial travel. After capturing it, it flapped its wings and swooped down along the trail.