Chapter 17

In Eastsea City, Xiling returned home in the early hours of the morning. He found an empty room, used Spatial Severing to cut the entire room away, and tossed Leng Yulai inside.

Otherwise, if she woke up and started screaming, disturbing the neighbors would be troublesome.

After dealing with Leng Yulai, Xiling finally relaxed. He washed up, changed into clean clothes, then lay down on the bed with the Spacetime Divine Shuttle in hand, studying it.

"I remember this thing was used by the Holy Spirit Cult to intercept supplies. Now that it's in my hands, if the Holy Spirit Cult finds out, there'll definitely be plenty of trouble later."

As a spatial auxiliary divine artifact, the Spacetime Divine Shuttle had no direct offensive power.

Its main function was spatial teleportation, giving it an extremely powerful ability to preserve one's life. Of course, against him, that ability was practically useless.

Secondly, it possessed an almost limitless internal space, as well as the ability to suppress low-level spatial abilities.

As an organization hated and hunted by everyone across the continent, the Holy Spirit Cult could only grow stronger by plundering armies, soul guide convoys, and city resources.

To an organization like that, the Spacetime Divine Shuttle was strategically important and utterly irreplaceable.

Xiling knew full well that it was only a matter of time before the Holy Spirit Cult came knocking. This was also one of the main reasons he had not immediately handed Leng Yulai over to Leng Yaozhu after capturing her.

Since it was a gift, he naturally had to handle the after-sales service properly.

His spiritual power entered the internal space. Feeling the mountain-like pile of supplies within, Xiling could not help clicking his tongue. "The Holy Spirit Cult is probably going to go crazy for a while."

Early the next morning, Xiling arrived at the isolated room where Leng Yulai was being held.

The sight before him was a complete mess. Tables and chairs lay shattered across the floor, while Leng Yulai was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, her clothes stained with blood and her aura weak.

There was no need to imagine what kind of farce had played out here last night.

Sensing his presence, Leng Yulai struggled to open her bloodshot eyes. The moment she saw Xiling, her eyes turned crimson.

Benares was curled up in the corner of the room, its pressure enveloping her and leaving her without even the strength to raise a hand.

"Behave yourself, and you'll suffer less. Look what you've done to such a nice room."

Xiling looked at the shattered tables and chairs scattered across the floor, as well as the bed split in two, a trace of heartache flashing through his eyes. This was all money!

Leng Yulai trembled with rage, her chest heaving violently as she wished she could pounce on Xiling and tear him to pieces.

Using all the strength in her body, she forced out the words through clenched teeth. "Xiling... if you've got the guts, kill me..."

Hearing her provocation, little Benares in the corner raised its small head, and the pressure intensified once more.

The sudden increase in pressure made Leng Yulai stiffen. Waves of piercing pain surged through her body, and the curses that had reached her lips became lodged in her throat.

Now, she did not even have the right to vent her anger. When had the dignified Dark Phoenix Douluo ever imagined she would end up like this?

"Ah." Xiling sighed. It was not because he pitied Leng Yulai, but because he felt it was not worth it for Leng Yaozhu.

He glanced at Leng Yulai. "Before I come back from school, I hope you'll have cleaned this room. Otherwise, you won't be getting accommodations like this anymore."

"I'll break your arms and legs and throw you into a filthy ditch. Before I hand you over to my teacher, you can stay there forever."

With that, Xiling left without looking back. He did not have the slightest favorable impression of evil soul masters, especially ones like Leng Yulai.

After leaving the room, Xiling saw that the sky outside was already bright. Morning light streamed in through the windows. After making a few simple preparations, he headed for Eastsea Academy.

As for Leng Yulai in the room, he was not worried in the slightest. With Benares there, even if she possessed heaven-reaching abilities, she would not be able to stir up any trouble.

Inside the isolated space, the humiliation and hatred in Leng Yulai's eyes nearly overflowed.

She struggled to move her body, but the pressure surrounding her made it impossible for her to budge.

Only after Benares slightly withdrew its pressure did she barely manage to prop herself up and sit. Looking at the mess covering the floor, she trembled with fury.

She was a dignified rank ninety-seven Hyper Douluo, yet she had to clean up the room she herself had smashed like a servant. What an unbearable humiliation!

But when she thought of Xiling's ruthless threat to break all four of her limbs and throw her into a filthy ditch, she ultimately dared not speak despite her anger.

Meanwhile, Xiling arrived at the academy. As he passed the dormitory area, he happened to see a group of people gathered around the dorm entrance.

Xiling recalled the original story. Today seemed to be the day Mu Xi, that girl with a screw loose, wanted to compete with little Wulin in forging.

Then she gathered a group of upperclassmen to block him, got a dagger held to her neck by Xie Xie as a threat, and finally Wu Zhangkong stepped in to protect his student in that overbearing way, right?

He truly could not understand Mu Xi's thought process. Anyone who did not know better would think this was campus bullying.

Just as Mu Xi released her martial soul and two soul rings rose beneath her feet, the space around Tang Wulin rippled. In an instant, he vanished from where he stood, along with Xie Xie, who had been preparing to launch a sneak attack from behind.

Mu Xi froze on the spot, staring at the empty ground with a stunned expression, completely dumbfounded.

The other students watching also froze, looking at one another in confusion. They could not understand the bizarre scene before them at all. A living person had actually vanished into thin air!

Outside Class Five's classroom, two figures landed steadily beside Xiling. They were Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, both wearing bewildered expressions.

Xie Xie was still in the posture of lunging forward for a sneak attack. He blinked blankly. "Huh? Wh-why am I here?"

Tang Wulin also stood there in a daze, still not understanding what had just happened. His previously tense expression was full of confusion.

The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned to look at Xiling beside them, who remained calm and composed. They instantly understood what had happened.

"Brother Ling, was that... your soul skill just now?" Xie Xie withdrew the hand he had held in a sneak attack stance and looked at Xiling with amazement, his eyes filled with admiration.

That instantaneous relocation had not produced the slightest soul power fluctuation. He had silently brought them away without anyone noticing. That ability was simply too outrageous!

Tang Wulin hurriedly spoke in a sincere tone. "Thank you, Brother Ling."

Xiling shook his head. "It's nothing. I happened to see it, so I lent a hand."

"You'd better prepare yourselves for this morning's physical training class. Teacher Wu won't make things too easy for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded from nearby. Wu Zhangkong slowly approached, the chill around him as intimidating as ever. His gaze swept indifferently over the three of them before finally settling on Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

A moment later, at the training field.

Wu Zhangkong was a teacher who kept his word. He had said there would be physical training yesterday, so he arranged it for today.

Class Five's task today was to run ten laps around the training field, and that was only the warm-up.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, who received special attention, were additionally assigned twenty-pound iron vests.

Of course, Xiling did not participate in this physical training class. Such training meant little to him, and Wu Zhangkong had tacitly allowed it.

He found a shady corner, then casually took out a rocking chair and a table. He placed fruit and drinks on the table.

After finishing all that, Xiling lazily reclined in the rocking chair, swaying slowly as he raised a piece of fruit to his mouth.

The students running on the field happened to see this scene. Every one of them could not help glancing over, their temples throbbing as their faces filled with shock and envy. Were they here for class or a vacation?

The contrast was so enormous that everyone felt both helpless and convinced. After all, they all knew that with Xiling's strength, there was no need for him to take part in this kind of basic physical training.

Wu Zhangkong glanced indifferently at Xiling in the corner, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Noticing Wu Zhangkong's gaze, Xiling waved at him and invited, "Teacher Wu, would you like to join me?"

As he spoke, he took another rocking chair out of his storage space.