The Arrival of Guang Biao

Once Xiao Mu finished his lecture on biology, Guang Long had completed his glorious mission. Xiao Mu thanked him for his outstanding contribution to science.

From start to finish, Guang Long had managed to keep his mind clear, listening to Xiao Mu's biology lesson the entire time.

At this moment, Guang Long never wanted to hear the word "logic" again.

This wasn't human language.

He begged Xiao Mu incessantly, "Please, just let me go to jail. I promise I'll never come out again."

He felt that only a prison could provide him with a sense of security in this world.

"Are you trying to study psychology now?" Xiao Mu asked, shocked.

Guang Long felt a sense of impending doom. Was even prison unsafe? That shouldn't be right, should it?

If so, where in this world was safe?

Xiao Mu stood up and made a phone call. "Hello? Is this the Federation Police Station? I've caught a robber here. Not only did he refuse to surrender, but he also dared to resist, intercepting several of my melee soul guidance devices. That adds to his crimes."

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, standing to the side, exchanged a glance, their eyes hiding a subtle complexity.

Wasn't there something wrong with that statement?

Where was Guang Long's resistance?

Xiao Mu ignored these details entirely. He turned to Xie Xie, his tone casual, "I'll leave this to you. Guang Long is definitely going in. As for the trouble that follows, I can handle it."

With that, he stopped lingering, turned around, and walked out of the chaotic food street with Na'er by his side, leaving the aftermath for others to clean up.

Xie Xie asked, "Are you really okay with this?"

Hearing this, Xiao Mu pulled a De Artifact from his hand in a split second. "It can be solved. It's not difficult."

"A Level 7 Fixed Shell Cannon? Isn't that thing..." Xie Xie naturally recognized the fleeting object and understood how Xiao Mu would resolve the subsequent issues.

Whether it was a "physical salvation" or if he had connections in high places, no one would ever know.

"Kid, why didn't you just burn him to a crisp?" Jun Wu, residing in Xiao Mu's spiritual sea, had naturally witnessed the scene.

"Killing him would dirty my hands." Xiao Mu didn't care about Guang Long's life at all; he had no research value left. "Besides, your fire doesn't go out even when I isolate the air. It's perfect for showing off right now."

"Tch, that's your problem." Jun Wu was disdainful. If his fire could be extinguished so easily, what would he be needed for?

"By the way, why did you call me out this time? Did you level up? Can you help me AFK-grind my cultivation now?"

"Kid, can you think of something practical?"

"Then you're just inciting me to rebel."

"That's your own nature! What does it have to do with this Lord!"

"Then it must be your problem. Before I signed the contract with you, I was a perfectly law-abiding citizen."

"You, a law-abiding citizen? Then that bald guy just now was innocent!"

As the man and the beast spoke, they had already left the food street. At the other exit of the street, the two remaining lackeys of Guang Long were currently pushing themselves to the limit to rush out.

The two stumbled and sprinted the entire way, the terror in their hearts making it hard to breathe, as they headed straight for the East Sea City Mecha Brigade barracks to seek help from Guang Biao.

Guang Biao was currently at the barracks, his uniform neat and sharp, the oppressive aura of a six-ring Soul Emperor settling around him.

Seeing two figures rushing over in a panic, their steps chaotic and their expressions frantic, he raised his eyes and looked over with a deep, cold gaze.

The two rushed up to him, their taut nerves finally snapping. They barely managed to stand steady before they began to cry out, their voices filled with panic.

"Brother Biao! Brother Biao! We're Brother Long's men! Something happened to Brother Long!"

Guang Biao's brows furrowed slightly, his voice cold and hard. "What are you two panicking about? Speak slowly."

One of them swallowed his dry throat and said urgently, "We were just doing our usual business on the food street with Brother Long when a strange young man suddenly attacked!"

The other quickly chimed in, every word laced with lingering fear, "That person's strength was terrifying. Even when Brother Long activated his soul skill, he couldn't hold out. He was being toyed with and manipulated by the other party as if it were nothing."

"We even brought up your name, but the guy didn't take you seriously at all."

As these words fell, the air around the barracks suddenly turned cold. The composure in Guang Biao's eyes faded completely, replaced by a slow, surging anger.

The other party didn't give him any face at all.

He had been entrenched in East Sea City for many years and had a reputation; there were only a handful of people who could afford to ignore him.

His hand, hanging at his side, tightened slightly, his tone icy. "I see. I will settle this score."

"Take me there. I want to see who is so bold as to bully my brother."

Several days later, Guang Biao finally found Xiao Mu and Na'er.

All the conflict converged at the entrance of East Sea Academy.

The entire academy gate was blocked tightly, cutting off even the surrounding roads. Over two hundred burly men were stationed outside, each looking fierce, their weapons bristling and cold light glinting.

What was even more striking was that many of them held soul guidance devices that the Federation had strictly forbidden for private civilian use—they were clearly regular military equipment.

Over the past ten thousand years, soul guidance technology had developed rapidly, and many rules had quietly loosened.

Soul guidance devices were no longer the exclusive trump cards of soul masters; ordinary people, after simple training, could skillfully operate them and even pilot basic soul guidance mechas.

However, the noble status of soul masters had never been shaken, even though technology had truly bridged the massive chasm between ordinary people and low-level soul masters.

In a clash of low-end combatants, ordinary people clad in armor and wielding soul-guided devices would not necessarily lose to average soul masters.

This was the greatest reliance of this group, giving them the audacity to recklessly blockade a legitimate soul master academy.

Unfortunately, when it came to the advancement of technology, the person with the most authority on the subject was standing right across from them.

Upgrading from 2G to 4G—Xiao Mu's contribution was evident.

Inside the academy, students from the intermediate and advanced divisions gathered at the entrance, forming a dense, dark mass. These young soul masters were still shallow in their cultivation, mostly at low levels, and facing the vast, armed crowd outside, everyone's expression was taut, the atmosphere suppressed to the extreme.

"Why are so many people surrounding the school gate? Are they all here for the academy?" an intermediate division student asked in a lowered voice, his tone hiding unconcealable nervousness.

The senior student beside him stared fixedly at the figures outside and replied in a deep voice, "Who knows? But everyone in our East Sea Academy is either wealthy or noble; how could these people dare to do this?"

The intermediate student nodded. The son of the East Sea City's finance director was in the advanced division, and the daughter of an eight-star Saint Craftsman from the East Sea Blacksmith Association was in the intermediate division.

With connections like these, who would dare to make a move?

At the very front of the crowd stood a burly figure exuding immense pressure.

Over two meters tall with a broad, sturdy frame, a shaved head, and a thick, bushy beard, his aura was fierce and overbearing—he was essentially a fully reinforced and upgraded version of Guang Long.

This man was none other than Guang Biao.

Behind him followed Guang Long, who had just been released from the police station. Wrapped in layers of bandages, his movements were stiff and his appearance wretched and miserable; he looked like he was one breath away from death.

Guang Biao's gaze was heavy as he scanned the students inside the school, searching for Xiao Mu.

At the school gate, Grade Director Long Hengxu stepped forward, his tone steady as he attempted to stabilize the situation with words, slowly maneuvering around the hostile Guang Biao to stall for time.

On the rooftop of the academy's tallest teaching building, however, it was a different scene of silence.

Xiao Mu stood alone in the wind, steadily cradling a heavy-duty sniper soul-guided rifle.

The gun body was cold and heavy, its muzzle locked firmly onto Guang Biao in the center of the crowd below, the crosshairs nailed to the vital point of his head, ready to strike.

The high-altitude wind swept across the rooftop, fluttering his hem, yet it failed to shake the steadiness of his aim in the slightest.

Na'er stood quietly by his side, looking down at the dense crowd and the aggressive Guang Biao below, and asked softly.

"Brother, is this thing really as strong as you say? He's a six-ring Soul Emperor."

"As long as he doesn't activate his martial soul avatar or defensive barriers, I can absolutely blow his head off." Xiao Mu nodded slightly, his tone flat and devoid of ripples.

Downstairs, the voices were clamorous and the tension was at a breaking point; on the rooftop, only the silent killing intent of the muzzle quietly enveloped the completely oblivious Guang Biao.

"Bang—"