The Delinquents Who Were Wiped Out

Copper Gua Master: "What do you mean by that, North River? This is simply going too far! On the night of the next full moon, at the Forbidden City Summit—do you dare come?"

"Sure. Do you think I'd be afraid of a fake fortune teller like you? But I'm not free on the next full-moon night. How about we set it three months from now?" Northern River Loose Cultivator readily agreed. "Also, how am I supposed to find you then? You have too many identities. You could switch disguises and stand right in front of me, and I still wouldn't recognize you."

Copper Gua Master was not only 'proficient' in divination; he was also highly skilled at disguise. Everyone in the group guessed that he must have often calculated the wrong fortunes in the past and been hunted down for it, forcing him to change identities and flee everywhere. Over time, he had developed a superb hand at disguising himself and changing outfits.

"Three months it is! Just wait for me at the Forbidden City Summit when the time comes—I'll find you! That hateful face of yours, I'd recognize it even if it turned to ashes!" Copper Gua Master raged.

"Then it's settled!" Northern River Loose Cultivator remained perfectly calm, as though he had Copper Gua Master completely in the palm of his hand.

When True Monarch Yellow Mountain saw this, he suddenly sent a smiling emoji. "Looks like you're about to break through, North River. You need a battle as a trigger so you can break through in one breath, right? You've remained at the Fifth Stage Spirit Emperor realm for a long time. It's time to advance. On the full-moon night three months from now, if I can make time, I'll go to the Forbidden City Summit and preside over your duel. While I'm at it, I'll prepare a few little gifts for you two."

"True Monarch, you truly understand my heart!" Northern River Loose Cultivator could no longer remain calm. True Monarch Yellow Mountain was an old senior, after all. Whatever he prepared certainly would not be as simple as 'little gifts.'

Even a little something slipping from the gaps between the fingers of these old seniors would be a treasure that younger generations like them could only obtain through a fortuitous encounter!

"Since True Monarch has said so, I won't leave North River out in the cold then. I'd originally planned to let him stay atop the Forbidden City Summit and drink the midnight wind first," Copper Gua Master said leisurely.

"..." Northern River Loose Cultivator.

Damn it!

As expected of someone who told fortunes and toyed with people's hearts—his heart was truly filthy!

At that moment, North River secretly decided that three months from now, he would beat Copper Gua Master so badly that even True Monarch wouldn't recognize him!

With that, the group chat temporarily fell silent.

After Song Shuhang finished reading the chat records, he felt somewhat worried. Would Copper Gua Master and Northern River Loose Cultivator really run to the Forbidden City Summit in the Forbidden City to duel three months later? Given their personalities, they might actually do something that stupid. What if they got caught by the staff there?

He would keep that in mind for now. Before leaving the group, he had to remind them not to damage national cultural relics. That was against the law.

After closing the group chat, Song Shuhang opened the Jiangnan Region University Town webpage to see what news there was today.

The campus network's top headline was the inexplicable wild lightning that had struck that afternoon. Just as Song Shuhang had guessed, the lightning had occurred in H City.

Because of that bolt from the blue on a clear day, parts of H City and the nearby Jiangnan Region had lost power, causing a string of accidents. Fortunately, there had been no casualties.

After that came scattered bits of news about Jiangnan Region University Town. For example, updates to the School Beauty and handsome guy rankings; which School Bully had once again accomplished the great feat of dominating the nation and placed in a nationwide competition; or how much a quilt slept in by some graduated senior sister had sold for at auction. Things like that.

Shuhang had no interest in any of it. He only skimmed through it so that when he chatted nonsense with people later, he would at least have some common ground.

Afterward, he searched the campus network for driving school registration information. Registration for learning to drive an ordinary manual sedan cost 2,500 yuan. Student prices really were that affordable. Here in the Jiangnan Region, once one stepped outside the school grounds, driving lessons started at ten thousand yuan.

Shuhang noted down the contact number. He planned to study the theory over the next few days before registering for driving lessons. The driving school had unified theory classes, but if he learned the theory himself first and then directly signed up for the exam, it would be faster.

Ding-dong~

A new campus news update on the campus network piqued his curiosity.

Just ten to twenty minutes ago, the delinquent youths loitering in the alleys near University Town had been knocked to the ground by an unknown expert—instantly defeated and wiped out as a group.

Most of these so-called delinquents were actually students, with a small number of young people who had dropped out of school. Most of them were merely rebellious youths with exaggerated hairstyles, piercings in various parts of their bodies, and a habit of secretly hiding from teachers to smoke in alleyways.

Some of them also enjoyed forcibly 'borrowing' money from junior students and timid senior students. To delinquents, ganging up to beat someone was a pastime, while getting beaten up was as commonplace as a family meal. Since they had no gangs or organizations, they did not even qualify as street punks.

Delinquents getting beaten up was not news, but nearly a hundred delinquents getting thoroughly beaten within just a few minutes was another matter.

Photos taken by students at the scene showed the delinquents' miserable state. Every one of their faces was grotesquely swollen and red, looking as though they were about to perform in a Peking opera, painted in every shade of blue, purple, and red. It perfectly matched that saying—they had been beaten so badly that even their mothers would not recognize them!

The campus network was abuzz with discussion.

Some people gloated: "Who did this? They really didn't hold back. Was it someone from the Sanda Club, the Taekwondo Club, or the Boxing Club? Or were they training newcomers and forming a group to farm delinquents?"

The intelligence-gathering types said, "They were all knocked unconscious and are being sent to the hospital. No one has woken up yet, so nobody knows who did it."

The reasoning types said, "According to the shop owners beside the alleys, they didn't see any large-scale delinquent brawl. And even if there had been a brawl, it would be impossible for there not to be a single survivor. Mutual destruction could not possibly be such a coincidence. So it's highly likely that an expert stepped in—one person, or a few people, took down all the delinquents."

"An expert? The kind who fights eighty people alone? Hahaha." Someone laughed. There might not have been a hundred delinquents beaten, but there were at least eighty. Knocking so many of them to the ground within a few minutes was something only a television martial arts hero transported through time could accomplish, right?

"Maybe an elite special forces king from the military stepped in? They say those soldier kings can take down an ordinary person as easily as playing around, and can put down more than a dozen people in minutes."

"Is the person above here to be funny? Even if special forces kings really were that amazing, they have their own missions. Sending them to deal with delinquents would be using a cannon to swat a mosquito!"

"Stop guessing. Once the delinquents wake up, won't we know who did it?" someone replied.

Song Shuhang refreshed the page, casually looked through the various replies, then closed the news window.

In any case, the delinquents' affairs had nothing to do with him.

Though Song Shuhang was only 1.75 meters tall, he was quite sturdy. He did not look like the kind of person one could 'borrow' money from, and he and the delinquents practically lived in two different worlds... If nothing unexpected happened, he would never have anything to do with delinquents for the rest of his life.

After stretching lazily and closing the campus webpage, he leaned back in his chair and emptied his mind.

That strange thundercloud from the morning continued to echo in his mind. Even though he had emptied his thoughts, lightning would occasionally flash through them, leaving his heart unable to settle for a long time.

The next day.

June 2nd, Sunday, sunny.

Song Shuhang got up early. He had originally planned to stay up all night yesterday, but the series of events that had happened left him feeling strange. For some reason, he lost the urge to pull an all-nighter and washed up before going to bed early.

By this evening, several of his dorm mates would be back.

After getting up and washing, Shuhang habitually clicked open the chat software at the bottom right of his screen. His cousin Zhao Yaya still had not replied. It looked like he would have to wait another couple of days.

"If Cousin still hasn't replied in another two days, I'll give her a call," Song Shuhang secretly thought.

Then he opened No. 1 Group of the Nine Provinces again—every glance brought a beautiful mood.

It was just that if he looked too much, he might easily become assimilated.

The first message in the group was from Su Clan's A-Seven: "I've made everyone worry. Little Sixteen's Lightning Tribulation had a small accident, but I've already dealt with it. After the accident during Little Sixteen's Lightning Tribulation, he threw a bit of a tantrum. But I found him and took him away, so it didn't cause too much trouble. It's just that near H City, a few... well, a few dozen oblivious ordinary people were knocked unconscious by Little Sixteen. No one died. Next, I'll be taking Little Sixteen back to Su Clan's Sect, so I probably won't be online for the next few days. In short... everyone, please don't worry."

This message had been sent at three in the morning.