Yan Xuan

Chu Yuan continued to head to school to mooch off the Energy Gathering Array.

He and Qi Da had long suspected that the killer might be someone from the school.

Since he had wounded the killer yesterday, he might be able to sniff him out today... Once he found the person, that man would be a dead man walking!

Furthermore, this was not a particularly difficult task.

His spiritual energy was unique; while he couldn't track it from a distance, he would be able to sense it immediately upon close contact.

Regrettably, after wandering around the school at noon, he did not find anyone suspicious.

"Principal, did anyone ask for leave today?" Chu Yuan asked Qi Da directly.

He suspected that the killer might be one of the teachers.

Qi Da shook his head. "I already considered that. Not a single teacher asked for leave today."

"..."

Chu Yuan frowned. Could it be that the killer wasn't someone from the school? Were his and Qi Da's initial suspicions wrong?

After collecting a few more bottles of pills, Chu Yuan walked through the campus, lost in thought.

Qi Da had told him that the Martial Suppression Bureau had intervened, and the nature of the case had changed.

However, he also told him not to worry; the Martial Suppression Bureau did not fear the Li Family and would not act recklessly under the Li Family's pressure.

Yet, one point still weighed heavily on Chu Yuan: it was now certain that the other party was targeting him.

If they couldn't find a breakthrough through him, would they go after his family instead?

For people who knew they would surely die if caught, they wouldn't care about the notion that "misfortune should not befall one's family."

The sound of a broom sweeping came from behind him, and Chu Yuan instinctively stepped aside to clear the path.

A hunched figure holding a broom walked slowly past him.

It was that former genius of First High School.

His experience served as a warning to Chu Yuan, making him afraid to expose the ways in which he differed from ordinary martial artists.

He simply packaged himself as a "plain and unremarkable" martial arts genius.

But... Chu Yuan's pupils suddenly constricted!

He felt a familiar aura coming from this cleaner!

There was no mistake! It was his own spiritual energy!

Yet, he didn't smell any scent of blood on him.

"Hey."

The hunched figure stopped and looked back at him with numb eyes.

"What is your name?"

But the other party ignored him, turned around, and continued sweeping as if he were deaf.

Chu Yuan's gaze darkened, and he launched a fierce attack!

His feet traced an afterimage as he kicked straight toward the man's waist!

Unexpectedly, Chu Yuan felt no resistance at all; the man was sent flying several meters by the heavy, powerful kick.

After a series of cracking sounds of breaking bones, the cleaner spat out blood and collapsed on the ground, his breathing growing faint.

"Chu Yuan! What are you doing!?" At this moment, Miao Jun, the homeroom teacher of Class One, happened to pass by. After a furious shout, he rushed toward the cleaner.

"Yan Xuan! Are you alright?" He placed his hand on Yan Xuan's wrist, pouring his internal energy into him without reservation.

Strangely, the injuries inside Yan Xuan's body were not deep; although a few bones were broken, his internal organs remained unharmed.

Miao Jun was stunned for a moment, then figured it was normal.

After all, Chu Yuan had only been cultivating for a little over a week and had just stepped into the Blood-Qi Realm; his attack power naturally wouldn't be that formidable.

"Yan Xuan, is it..." This was also the first time Chu Yuan had learned the cleaner's name.

"Good heavens, is that Chu Yuan?"

"That's right, that's Chu Yuan from Class Two..."

"Why would he lay a hand on that poor cleaner?"

"I don't know, maybe he offended him..."

"Even if he offended him, he shouldn't have hit him so hard. His character is flawed."

"Exactly, exactly. I used to admire him quite a bit, but to think... sigh!"

"So this cleaner's name is Yan Xuan? It's my first time hearing it... how truly pitiful."

"Stop talking, what if Chu Yuan goes crazy again and comes after us?"

"He wouldn't dare! The teacher is still right here!"

With his keen hearing and sharp eyes, the whispers of the students passing by reached Chu Yuan's ears clearly.

Yet he paid no mind to this, merely narrowing his eyes as he looked at Yan Xuan, as if trying to discern another face beneath that dead, numb visage.

His senses could not possibly be wrong!

There was truly, undeniably, his own spiritual energy within Yan Xuan's body! And it was far more than just a mere trace of contamination...

Perhaps stimulated by the surrounding students' chatter, a flicker of emotion suddenly appeared in Yan Xuan's previously numb eyes;

It was shame, anger, and resentment!

He shook off Miao Jun's hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I am fine."

"How could you be fine... You must go to the hospital immediately!" Miao Jun said urgently.

Chu Yuan, however, stepped forward to block their path: "You aren't going anywhere."

Miao Jun shouted angrily: "Chu Yuan! What exactly are you trying to do!

Yan Xuan is just an ordinary person; how could he have possibly provoked you!?"

Chu Yuan said calmly: "Teacher Miao, this does not concern you. You should return to class."

Although Miao Jun had blocked him, Chu Yuan felt no resentment;

After all, he did not know that Yan Xuan was problematic; he was merely helping a "pitiful person."

On the contrary, with Miao Jun staying by Yan Xuan's side, there might be danger...

Just as Miao Jun was about to say something more, he suddenly saw Qi Da walking over hurriedly from a distance;

Each step covered dozens of meters, and in the blink of an eye, he was nearly upon them!

He figured that even if Chu Yuan did not hold him in high regard, he surely wouldn't dare to disregard the principal, right?

Regardless of anything else, what Chu Yuan had done to Yan Xuan was simply too excessive...

He prepared to step forward to meet him and recount Chu Yuan's actions to the principal!

But just at that moment, a powerful hand gripped his wrist tightly!

Miao Jun looked back to see Yan Xuan's face slightly twisted, and he comforted him: "Yan Xuan, don't worry, the principal will surely stand up for you!"

Little did he know that Yan Xuan didn't even look at him, instead staring fixedly at Chu Yuan;

"Are you really in such a hurry to seek death..."

Chu Yuan's lips moved, spitting out two words: "Idiot..."

Immediately, he took two steps back of his own accord.

Since Qi Da had arrived, there was no need for him to take action...

"Yan Xuan! Let go of Miao Jun!"

Miao Jun finally sensed that something was wrong;

Chu Yuan might be acting recklessly, but the principal could not possibly follow suit...

And what did he mean by "let go of Miao Jun"?

Yan Xuan was just an ordinary person with his cultivation completely crippled, while he was a genuine Internal Breath Realm martial artist! Who exactly should be letting go of whom?

Just as he was about to break free, he noticed the hand on his wrist tightening further! It caused a chilling sound of bone cracking to emanate from his wrist!

Miao Jun looked at Yan Xuan in disbelief;

"Are you surprised? How could an 'ordinary person' like me have such strength?" Yan Xuan said with a sneer;

"Aren't you warm-hearted? Then... help me one more time!"

Crack~!

As five fingers dug into his arm, Miao Jun felt his strength drain away in an instant;

His internal breath, his blood... were all surging into Yan Xuan's body like a breached dam!

Just as he felt despair in his heart, a fist imprint smashed toward them!