Citywide Arrest of Holy Spirit Cultists

Seeing this scene, several of them were left somewhat stunned. Wei Xiaofeng was the first to react, quickly taking a seat beside Chen Ye.

Only after Wei Xiaofeng sat down did Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi follow suit.

However, whether it was the two of them or Tang Wulin and the others behind them, their expressions were somewhat strange.

There was only one girl in the entire class: Gu Yue.

Chen Ye's attitude toward Gu Yue was clearly a little unusual at the moment. They could all see it, but none of them dared say anything to Chen Ye.

About ten minutes passed before the classroom door opened again and Wu Zhangkong strode inside.

There was no ripple in Wu Zhangkong's calm eyes, but upon closer inspection, one could detect a trace of gravity.

"The four classes this morning will be theory courses. The four this afternoon will be training and practical combat courses."

"You're all newcomers, so let me explain my teaching methods."

As Wu Zhangkong spoke, he laid out his teaching philosophy.

His teaching methods differed somewhat from those of other teachers. Most teachers focused primarily on theoretical knowledge, interspersing it with time for students to cultivate and improve their strength.

But Wu Zhangkong did not provide such time.

All four morning classes were theoretical courses, but what he taught was not part of the school curriculum. Instead, it was advanced material from Shrek Academy.

The four afternoon classes were entirely practical combat training and special training.

The special training began with running fifty or sixty laps around the field, followed by all sorts of exercises.

After classes ended in the evening and they had finished dinner, Wu Zhangkong would personally instruct them.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Yun Xiao had clearly long since adapted to Wu Zhangkong's nearly harsh teaching methods.

However, Wang Jinxi and the others on this side all frowned, their eyes carrying a trace of nervousness.

This teaching method was extremely demanding and would take up a great deal of their free time after class.

Still, none of them complained, because Wu Zhangkong had raised Class Five to the level of Class Two.

In fact, if they had not run into a monster like Chen Ye, they would most likely have reached Class One's level.

Yun Xiao and the others' own exceptional talent was part of the reason, but the more important reason was Wu Zhangkong's training.

The effects of the theory courses could not yet be seen, but Tang Wulin and the others' practical combat skills were clearly far, far stronger than Wang Jinxi's and Zhang Yangzi's.

Especially during the final match between Class Two and Class One, Yun Xiao and Tang Wulin had coordinated with each other.

If Wu Zhangkong had not personally intervened to stop them, Tang Wulin and the others felt they had a chance of winning that match.

Yet only Wu Zhangkong knew just how monstrous the boy called Chen Ye before him truly was.

That terrifying strike could even injure him, a six-ring Soul Master, let alone these students.

The morning classes passed quickly.

Compared to the lessons taught by Ye Yingluo and the others, Chen Ye did not sleep through this one. Instead, he began listening attentively.

However, it was not Chen Ye's main body attending the lesson, but one of the clones he had left behind.

He himself entered the Subconscious Ocean, leaving his clone behind to listen carefully in class.

In any case, once he returned, that knowledge would enter his mind.

As for whether the clone would get tired or want to sleep?

Chen Ye could only say, let the clone suffer a little more.

At that moment, Yun Luo stood quietly in a dilapidated residential complex.

His body merged into the shadows, hiding inside the home of a family of three.

Meanwhile, inside the Spirit Pagoda, the old man had already revealed all the information.

The old man simply could not withstand the Spirit Pagoda's interrogation methods.

As he finished revealing the information, both the Spirit Pagoda's master and Leng Yaozhu wore extremely grim expressions.

"Has Eastsea City been riddled with holes? Why are there so many Holy Spirit Cult followers inside?"

"More than thirty Holy Spirit Cult followers, ranging from ordinary people to government officials, and even some high-ranking government members."

Leng Yaozhu's brows furrowed deeply, and the anger in her voice was completely undisguised.

The pagoda master beside her also lowered his head, because there were likewise two Holy Spirit Cult members within the Spirit Pagoda, though their positions were very low.

Fortunately, their positions were low. If they had been any higher, the Spirit Pagoda master suspected that Leng Yaozhu might have killed him on the spot.

"Vice Pagoda Master, what should we do now? Should we secretly arrest these people, or disclose the information to the Federation government?"

The Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda master lowered his head, secretly glancing at Leng Yaozhu's slender legs. Yet he did not dare reveal the slightest hint of greed in his eyes, which held only deep fear.

The woman's expression was even more severe than before. The nearly terrifying flames surrounding her seemed capable of piercing through space itself.

Leng Yaozhu's face had darkened to the extreme. She hated the Holy Spirit Cult intensely, far more than she hated the Spirit Pagoda.

The Spirit Pagoda's overall attitude toward the Holy Spirit Cult was to suppress it outwardly while secretly cooperating with it.

But that was a matter for the upper ranks. The lower ranks still maintained a hostile relationship.

Leng Yaozhu, however, was completely different. Her disgust for the Holy Spirit Cult was almost beyond words.

Although her younger sister had joined the Holy Spirit Cult of her own accord, Leng Yaozhu believed it was because such an evil organization existed.

That her sister had fallen into becoming a Holy Spirit Cult follower, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, and that utterly evil witch.

"Give the lists of Spirit Pagoda and Holy Spirit Cult members directly to the Federation authorities, then send people to assist the Federation authorities in their investigation."

"Within three days, I want the Federation to clear every remaining Holy Spirit Cult remnant from Eastsea City. Otherwise, don't blame me for reporting this to the War God Temple, or rather, to even higher Federation authorities."

Leng Yaozhu paused here, then fixed her gaze on the Spirit Pagoda master. "Those are my exact words. Do not get a single word wrong."

"Y-Yes, ma'am. I'll go tell them now."

The Spirit Pagoda master swallowed, then immediately turned and left without lingering.

However, what the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda master did not notice was that just after he left the upper floors and was about to take the elevator outside to relay the orders—

An honest-looking middle-aged man was standing quietly across from him.

A faint glimmer of golden light flickered in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Back where she stood, Leng Yaozhu looked at the old man, disgust flashing through her eyes.

Scorching flames gathered in her palm as she pressed it directly onto the old man's face.

At that moment, as the Spirit Pagoda's information spread and with the warning from Leng Yaozhu, a Level 98 Super Douluo, the Eastsea City authorities did not dare delay in the slightest.

They immediately dispatched a large number of personnel to begin investigating, joining forces with the Tang Sect and the Spirit Pagoda.

As Eastsea City's three largest organizations fully committed their people and resources to encircling and suppressing the Holy Spirit Cult, half of the more than thirty remaining Holy Spirit Cult members were captured, while the other half were killed.

Those who had been captured were taken to prison for interrogation.

They used every method available, employing the harshest interrogations to obtain the list they wanted.

But what they did not know was that the memories of these Holy Spirit Cult followers had already been altered in advance.

One name—or rather, one person—was missing from all their memories.