Figures at the Shrek Academy Gate

Fu Yuan took back the long knife, squatted down expressionlessly, and groped for a moment on Yu Yuanzhen's body.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces.

Four pieces of Spirit Bone, each piece exudes the light of Youyou, at least with a quality of more than ten thousand years.

Fu Yuan put Spirit Bone away and stood up.

In the distance, Lingyuan Douluo and three others have returned from the back mountain with a full load. With satisfied smiles on their faces, they nodded slightly to Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan also nodded and said nothing more.

There was a tacit understanding on both sides.

Spirit Hall people get the benefits, they don't care. But the big head must be theirs.

Fu Yuan winked at the other four elders. They immediately understood and began to clean the battlefield.

Piles of Gold Soul Coin, precious ores, aged medicinal materials, and those Spirit Bone scattered everywhere... Take everything you can with you.

While cleaning up the battlefield, Fu Lei suddenly frowned and said roughly:

"Brother, something is wrong. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, those boys from the younger generation - Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin, how come you haven't seen any of them?"

Fu Yuan Hearing this, his eyes swept across the ruins.

Indeed, none of those young faces appeared.

He pondered for a moment and shook his head:

"They are just a few little guys who are not even Spirit King. Don't take it to heart."

Fu Lei thought about it and thought it made sense, so he stopped asking any more questions.

After everything was dealt with, the five people reunited.

Lingyuan Douluo and the other three also came over with smiles on their faces. Their harvest from this trip far exceeded their expectations.

Lingyuan Douluo cupped his hands towards Fu Yuan and said with a smile:

"Elder Fu, this trip is complete, I will take my leave now."

Fu Yuan nodded slightly:

"Please."

The three of them said nothing more, and their bodies flashed, turning into three streams of light and disappearing into the sky.

The five Enforcement Elder also packed up, took one last look at the ruins of the sect, and turned to leave.

Behind him, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire ruins a dark red.

Three days later.

The news that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was destroyed was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar throughout the Douluo Continent.

From the first time the name Beichen Fu Clan appeared in front of the world, to the appearance of seven Titled Douluo, to the time when Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was destroyed by the Beichen Fu Clan - it only took a few months.

Soul Master World across the continent are talking about this name.

"Beichen Fu Clan... what exactly is it?"

"Seven Titled Douluo! There are also several who have Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring! This strength is probably no less than that of the Spirit Hall!"

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... one of Upper Three Sects, it will be destroyed if you say it will be destroyed..."

"I heard that it was because Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect leader took action at the Beichen Academy and injured Fu Family's man. In anger, that Tianqing Douluo directly sent five Enforcement Elder to ask for an explanation."

"Just because of this? Killed a whole family?"

"Tsk, what do you know? This is called killing a chicken to scare the monkey. Beichen Fu Clan has just been born, so he has to establish his authority. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan himself ran into the muzzle of a gun, who can blame him?"

"Yes... I heard that even Spirit Hall is on the side of the Beichen Fu Clan. Three Titled Douluo came to the scene in person and announced that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was removed from the three sects."

"Even Spirit Hall is giving face? Who is this Beichen Fu Clan..."

The discussion spread from south to north, from east to west, to every corner of the continent.

Many people began to compare Beichen Fu Clan with the Spirit Hall, and some even believed that Beichen Fu Clan was not inferior to the Spirit Hall in terms of high-level combat power.

In these three days, the enrollment of the Beichen Academy has become extremely popular.

Qinglan Mountain There is a sea of people at our feet.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, densely packed people lined up in a long and winding queue, as far as the eye could see. There were children of richly dressed aristocratic families, some plainly dressed civilian teenagers, some children accompanied by their parents, and some young people who came alone.

They come from all over the mainland for one purpose - to enter Beichen Academy.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man stood on tiptoes and looked forward, muttering:

"When will this be scheduled..."

A person next to him heard this and answered with a smile:

"You have to wait in line at any time! This is Beichen Academy! Academy founded by Tianqing Douluo himself! Haven't you heard? Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan offended Fu Family and was wiped out in three days! Who wouldn't want to join Academy run by such a force?"

Another person also came over and lowered his voice:

"And I heard that Tianqing Douluo is only in his early twenties this year, and he is already Titled Douluo! A few words of advice from such a strong person will be enough for us to benefit from for a lifetime!"

"That's right! If that boy of mine could enter Beichen Academy, I would laugh out of my dreams!"

Discussions came and went, forming a cacophony of voices.

At the gate of the Academy on the mountainside, the disciples in charge of admissions were so busy that they still kept a decent smile and patiently answered every question.

In the distance, several Enforcement Elder stood on a high place, overlooking the dark crowd below the mountain.

Fu Lei folded his hands on his chest, with a smile on his face:

"Brother, our Academy is probably going to become the number one university in mainland China."

Fu Yuan smiled slightly and said nothing.

His gaze crossed the crowd and landed further away.

There, it is the direction of Spirit City.

This storm has just begun.

Outside Gulei City, there is a remote village.

The sky had darkened, and a few lights were lit sporadically in the village.

Liu Erlong slowly walked out of the room and gently closed the door, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

She stood at the door, her face filled with sadness.

Flender came from the kitchen not far away, holding a bowl of freshly fried medicine in his hand.

He looked at the closed door and asked softly, "How is Xiao Gang?"

Liu Erlong shook his head, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "It's still the same. Not eating at all, not saying a word, just sitting there blankly..."

Flender sighed and looked down at the steaming bowl of medicinal soup in his hand, "Oh... give him some time."

He paused and then said, "I'll give him medicine first."

After saying that, he turned around with the medicine bowl and walked towards the house.

Liu Erlong did not respond.

She stood at the door and watched Flender's back disappear behind the door.

The surrounding area was quiet except for the occasional barking of dogs in the distance.

The expression on her face finally became unbearable, and tears fell silently, dripping down her cheeks and onto her clothes.

She squatted down, covered her face with her hands, and suppressed the cry in her throat, but her shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

Inside the room, Flender placed the medicine bowl on the table and glanced at Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting beside the bed.

Yu Xiaogang was wearing a coat, leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes looking straight ahead, his eyes empty and without focus.

His face was frighteningly pale, and the gauze wrapped on his forehead still oozed blood. His soul seemed to have been sucked out of his whole body, leaving only an empty shell.

Flender opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

He just sighed, turned around and walked out.

Close the door gently.

Then, he saw Liu Erlong squatting at the door, crying silently.

Flender stood there, looking at the huddled figure, and was silent for a long time.

He didn't come forward to comfort her.

He just leaned against the door frame, raised his head, and looked at the gray sky above his head.

The night wind blew by, bringing with it the smell of earth in the distant fields.

The three people each have their own concerns and are suffering.

No one knows what will happen tomorrow.

Shrek Academy.

When Zhao Wuji returned to the college with a few teachers, it was almost dark.

After the storm in front of the Beichen Academy that day, they said goodbye to Mo Xuan, and took the three brothers Dai Weisi, Dai Niesheng, and Dai Mubai, and the three sisters Zhu Zhuyun, Zhu Zhuying, and Zhu Zhumeng, and embarked on their return journey.

Along the way, several people were silent.

The news of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's destruction has spread throughout the entire continent.

Dai Weisi sat on the carriage, opened the curtain, and looked at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window with a complicated expression.

Dai Niesheng closed his eyes to rest, and there was no expression on his face.

Dai Mubai leaned against the car wall and said nothing.

The fiancées of the three brothers sat in another carriage, also silent.

Zhao Wuji rode a horse and walked at the front, with a rare dignified look on his rough face.

No one spoke.

It was already evening when I returned to the college.

Zhao Wuji turned over and dismounted, and was about to push open the dilapidated courtyard door--

His movements suddenly stopped.

There were two people standing at the door.

No, to be precise, they are two figures.

Both of them were wrapped in black robes, with their hoods pulled down very low, covering most of their faces. They stood there quietly, like two sculptures, motionless.

Zhao Wuji frowned, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"