"Isn't someone within the dynasty trying to kill Wang Cheng?"
"Wang Cheng's background is ordinary, but he may be connected to some secrets within the dynasty, and his talent is also good. Give him a drop of the Holy Race's blood and make him a member of my Heavenly Demon Sect!"
"He may be of great use in the future. Wouldn't it be a shame to pass up such an opportunity?"
After giving his orders, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect turned to the disciples, a strange smile curling his lips.
"Wise leader! Wise leader!"
At the Hall of Righteousness, an elder of the academy's Life Hall entered as fast as he could, his face anxious and beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. He was plainly frantic and alarmed.
Today, all the academy's senior figures who had not gone out were gathered in the Hall of Righteousness. Every one of them wore a grave expression, and some elders had even turned pale.
When they saw the Life Hall elder rush into the hall in such a panic, every eye turned toward him, and their expressions grew even worse.
This was the third time the Life Hall elder had entered the Hall of Righteousness today.
"Huff, huff, huff!"
The Life Hall elder was breathing so hard that he had no time to wipe away the sweat dripping from his forehead. His face was deathly pale, and as soon as he entered the Hall of Righteousness, he fell to his knees.
He said in great alarm, "Lord Chancellor, deans, elders, something terrible has happened! Another seventeen soul lamps in the Life Hall have gone out. That makes thirty-five today! Thirty-five academy disciples have fallen. This isn't normal!"
"What?"
"How is that possible? Why is today so unusual?"
"Damn the Heavenly Demon Sect! Are they trying to cut off our academy's legacy?"
"Lord Chancellor, these disciples are the elites of every division. If they all die, our academy will suffer an enormous loss. Give the order now and let us go rescue them! Otherwise, if we're too late, I'm afraid they'll all fall."
"Lord Chancellor!"
"Lord Chancellor!"
"Ji Zhan!"
Inside the Hall of Righteousness, every pair of eyes turned to Ji Zhan.
"Crack!"
Ji Zhan's expression was grim. He had known that cooperating with the Heavenly Demon Sect was like asking a tiger for its skin, but he had not expected the sect to leave him no room to maneuver!
If he did not act now, Ji Zhan had no doubt that all those disciples would die today. If that happened, he would certainly lose his position as chancellor.
His standing would also be called into question.
"Everyone, the Heavenly Demon Sect has utterly lost its mind! Come with me at once and slay these evil heretics!"
As soon as his words fell, figure after figure vanished from the Hall of Righteousness with Ji Zhan, streaking through the air.
The academy erupted in an uproar!
"This is bad! Have you heard?"
"The last group of disciples who went out might be wiped out!"
"All the senior figures have gone out now. Hopefully they can save the senior brothers who are still alive!"
There was no hiding the matter. Every elder giving lectures in every division of the academy had disappeared that day, and all classes had stopped.
Inside the Myriad Text Academy, Su Xiuyi slowly opened his eyes.
His face revealed neither joy nor anger. After sensing that those people from the academy had left, Su Xiuyi's figure strangely became two.
Su Xiuyi had sensed that, during this time, a powerful fellow outside had kept the Myriad Text Academy under close watch and had been watching him intently. The man was definitely targeting him, so he could not give himself away.
He could not be in danger inside the Myriad Text Academy. The only person connected to him was Wang Cheng, and now that the academy's disciples had suffered heavy losses, Wang Cheng was in danger.
Wang Cheng was the Wang Clan's only remaining descendant. Whether this was a hidden scheme or an open plot, Su Xiuyi had to keep him alive and let nothing happen to him.
A Will Character for "water" appeared beside Su Xiuyi. His body turned to water in that instant and flowed into the stream connecting the Myriad Text Academy to the outside, leaving a clone behind in the academy.
In the mountains, more than a dozen figures were covered in blood, every face deathly pale!
"Wang Cheng, what do we do?"
"What do we do?"
There was not a trace of color in their faces. Pale as paper and breathing hard, every disciple now had despair in their eyes.
Wang Cheng had remained calm in the face of danger and resolved crisis after crisis. Now that he had entered the Cloud Soaring Realm, he had truly become their pillar of support.
Of them all, Wang Cheng was the only one who could still remain calm.
"Hold on! I believe the academy will send someone to rescue us soon. Don't give up hope. Believe that we can survive!"
Wang Cheng was also in utter despair, but he knew that if he showed any panic now, they really would be finished.
"Heh, you have no hope!"
The moment Wang Cheng finished speaking, a sinister voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.
In the distance, a figure shrouded in black mist was walking toward them, leaving dozens of afterimages in his wake. He was moving at an incredible speed.
He had been extremely far away, but the instant his words ended, he had almost reached them.
"Damn it, he's back!"
The moment they saw the dark figure, they all trembled, their eyes filled with terror and despair. The voice was like a demon's.
This man was a nightmare they could not shake.
And in the distance, figure after figure from the Heavenly Demon Sect was speeding toward them.
"Go! I'll hold him off!"
Wang Cheng's eyes were filled with despair as he shouted at everyone, frantic.
"Let's fight them! We'll die either way!"
Some disciples had completely given in to despair, and their eyes turned bloodshot.
"Go! Stay alive!"
Wang Cheng roared again, hysterically.
"Ah...!"
Their eyes all turned red. They knew that if Wang Cheng stayed behind, he would surely die.
But Wang Cheng's roars brought them to their senses. If they stayed, they would all die here, and it would mean nothing.
Seeing Wang Cheng swing his sword and charge at the enemy, they each took one last look at him before streaking away through the air.
Will Characters appeared one after another around Wang Cheng. He even began burning his essence blood, attacking with everything he had. He knew that if he did not, there was no way he could hold this man off, even for a moment.
"Why bother? Your talent is so outstanding. Join the Holy Sect, and you can live!"
Watching Wang Cheng charge at him, the dark figure tried to tempt him.
"The Wang Clan is born with iron bones!"
The force behind his sword increased once more, becoming even more fearsome.
"Stubborn fool! Today, this old man will force you to fuse with the Holy Race's blood!"
The dark figure raised his hand and thrust a palm at Wang Cheng. A gigantic black handprint formed in the air, carrying terrifying Death Qi. All the plants around it withered in its wake.
"Just as I thought. Were you waiting for me?"
A white-robed figure wearing a golden mask came walking through the air.
The newcomer was Su Xiuyi. He had sensed that quite a few powerful experts were hidden in the surrounding air, yet they had stood by and watched the academy's disciples die without lifting a finger.
Clearly, they were waiting for him. Everything was just as he had thought: this was an open plot, a plot to force his hand.
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