When they had first learned that their son was still alive, Ye Junqing and his wife had both been overwhelmed with excitement. It seemed as though they had countless things they wanted to say to their son, yet when they saw that wisp of his remnant soul, they could not utter a single word. It was as if a huge stone were lodged in their hearts.
Ye Lei looked at his parents, equally unable to say a word, but his eyes conveyed everything.
Ye Qingyu and the others were as crazed as a swarm of locusts passing through. Their reputation instantly soared throughout the entire grade—wherever they went, not a blade of grass remained! Ye Qingyu had come to realize that instead of painstakingly searching the forest for hundred-year or thousand-year Soul Beasts, why not disrupt other people instead?
As the saying went, when the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman profited! Everyone was classmates and treated the school as home, which made them family. Why distinguish between yours and mine among family?
For the rest of the time, whenever Ye Qingyu's group heard the sounds of battle, they rushed over. Once they arrived, they seized the target with lightning speed! Those teams were dumbfounded. The mission points that had practically been in their hands had all flown away—how were they supposed to get by after returning? They wanted to complain, but had nowhere to do so. Although the teachers had not said before the mission that teams were forbidden from fighting one another for points, even if they wanted to fight, they could not beat them. Just look at the lineup on the other side: five Four-Ring Soul Ancestors and three Three-Ring Soul Masters. On top of that, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, which possessed