Guang Biao

Xiling took all the money from Guang Long and the others and placed it in Uncle Li's hands. After helping Uncle Li clean up the mess, he left.

During that time, he contacted the Spirit Pagoda and asked them to send people to watch over the place for the next few days, lest Guang Long retaliate. At the same time, he asked them to give Guang Biao a warning—that was, Guang Long's older brother.

After returning home, Xiling first took a comfortable bath, then headed to the room where Leng Yulai was being held.

Sensing Xiling's arrival, Benares flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder, affectionately rubbing against his cheek.

Xiling smiled and raised a hand, gently stroking Benares on his shoulder. "You've worked hard these past two months. After a while, you won't have to stay here anymore."

Benares let out a clear dragon cry in response.

Then, Xiling's gaze fell on Leng Yulai, who sat against the wall not far away.

Two months of imprisonment, coupled with her body remaining severely injured, had left the Dark Phoenix, the Evil Soul Master feared throughout the outside world, somewhat numb.

Those gloomy, defiant eyes of hers had lost some of their aggressive hostility, replaced by a measure of lifelessness.

But she had not completely lost her spirit.

The instant Xiling's gaze landed on her, her long lashes trembled almost imperceptibly. The surging hatred deep in her eyes was carefully concealed.

Xiling looked at Leng Yulai thoughtfully. "Logically speaking, the Holy Spirit Cult should have made some move after Leng Yulai suddenly disappeared."

"But after so long, there's still been no movement. Could it be that they don't want the Spacetime Divine Shuttle anymore? That shouldn't be the case... Could it be that the Holy Spirit Cult never knew Leng Yulai's whereabouts?"

Life continued as usual, and Class Five of Year One defeating Class Four yesterday had not caused much of a stir.

This afternoon, Class Five of Year One would be facing Class Three of Year One.

Class Three of Year One's homeroom teacher was named Ye Yingrong. She was still quite young, a few years younger than Wu Zhangkong. As a cold and aloof male idol, Wu Zhangkong was not only attractive to students in the senior division, but also to these young teachers.

Therefore, Ye Yingrong planned to use this opportunity to leave a deep impression on Wu Zhangkong.

With a smile on her face, she walked up to Wu Zhangkong. "Hello, Teacher Wu. I'm Ye Yingrong, the homeroom teacher of Class Three."

"Hello." Wu Zhangkong nodded to her as well, then his gaze drifted toward the competition platform.

Ye Yingrong did not mind. She waved toward her class, and all the students of Class Three of Year One quickly ran over and lined up behind her.

"Friendship comes first, competition second. Gu Tianri, Gu Tianyue, Gu Tianming, be careful later. Understood?"

"Yes, Teacher Ye!" The three identical triplets answered in unison, their voices sounding alike as well.

Wu Zhangkong turned his head and glanced over, his gaze pausing on the three faces. In his eyes, the three of them interested him more than Ye Yingrong did.

At that moment, Long Hengxu's voice came from the competition platform. "For the second match of the Class Promotion Tournament, Class Five of Year One, are you still sending only three people?"

Wu Zhangkong nodded. Gu Yue, Xie Xie, and Tang Wulin entered the arena and walked toward the competition platform.

Ye Yingrong smiled faintly. "You three go as well." As soon as she spoke, the three brothers climbed onto the competition platform.

The Gu brothers' Martial Soul was the Skyscraping War Hawk, a bird-type Martial Soul with exceptionally fast flight speed. Since this type of Martial Soul relied on speed to prevail, all three brothers followed the agility attack path.

"They can fly. What do we do?" Xie Xie turned to look at the other two.

Gu Yue gave Xie Xie a calm glance, as though she were looking at an idiot. "Didn't Xiling and Teacher Wu teach us how to fight aerial opponents?"

"I think you want more extra training again."

Xie Xie's expression stiffened at her words. He gave an awkward laugh. "Wasn't I just asking whether you two had forgotten?"

The match went very smoothly. In just a few dozen seconds, Gu Yue and the others had already secured victory.

"Class Five of Year One wins!" Long Hengxu's tone was filled with indescribable shock as he announced it.

He had not expected Class Five to still win so overwhelmingly even without Xiling taking the field.

Seeing this, Ye Yingrong barely calmed herself. She looked at Wu Zhangkong and gave him a gentle smile. "Congratulations, Teacher Wu. From now on, you'll be Class Three."

Wu Zhangkong nodded. "You let us win. But this is not our goal." After saying that, he glanced at the three on the competition platform, then turned and headed toward the teachers' dormitory building.

After the match ended, Gu Yue, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie went their separate ways.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were going to the cafeteria to eat, while Gu Yue headed toward the school gate. She was going to find the reincarnation of a certain God King.

Xiling had not come to watch their match today. Instead, he was waiting at the school gate for a possible uninvited guest.

Although he had given a warning yesterday, he had still decided to come and take a look, just in case.

Gu Yue soon spotted Xiling at the school gate. She jogged over to him and smiled faintly. "By the way, why did you leave right after class without even saying hello? You didn't even come watch the match."

Seeing who it was, Xiling froze for a moment, then smiled in reply. "I came to deal with the trouble that might arise from yesterday."

"Trouble?" Before Gu Yue could voice her confusion, more than a dozen burly men approached from the distance. One of them held up a photograph, and the person in it was unmistakably Xiling.

Several of the men at the front carried a stretcher, upon which lay Guang Long, his aura weak.

Two others held a banner that read, "A life for a life, debts must be repaid. It is only right and proper."

The leader was over two meters tall and built like a mountain. He too was bald, with a thick beard covering his face. His savage appearance made him seem like an upgraded version of Guang Long.

His bare arms exposed terrifyingly powerful muscles. His cold gaze continuously swept the surroundings as he searched the passing crowd for the person in the photograph.

Seeing this, Xiling rubbed his forehead, looking helpless. It was the first time he had used Leng Yaozhu's name to mobilize the Spirit Pagoda's power, yet they had still come—and with such fanfare.

He seriously questioned the Spirit Pagoda's efficiency.

The commotion at the academy entrance quickly drew the attention of the teachers. "Who are you people? How dare you cause trouble at the academy entrance!"

With an angry shout, Long Hengxu rushed out with more than a dozen teachers.

"My name is Guang Biao. The one lying over there is my younger brother."

Hearing that name and sensing the aura Guang Biao gave off, Long Hengxu's pupils contracted. "You're Guang Biao, the captain of the Eastsea City Mecha Brigade!"

"I'm not the captain of any Mecha Brigade right now. I'm only an older brother whose younger brother was crippled. Hand over the person who crippled my brother." Guang Biao's face was dark as he spoke coldly.

Long Hengxu first looked at the person in the photograph behind them, then turned back to Guang Biao. "Captain Guang Biao, I don't think you know who that child is, do you?"

Guang Biao narrowed his eyes. "I don't care who he is, what identity he has, or what background he comes from. Today, your Eastsea Academy must hand him over!"

"I believe Director Long has heard this saying before: cutting off someone's source of wealth is like murdering their parents. Crippling someone's cultivation cuts off their path to a new life."

Those words left Long Hengxu speechless. Just as he was about to say something else, a voice rang out from behind him. "Director Long, I did this. Leave it to me to handle."