Chapter 1 The Sound of Knocking

The sound of knocking echoed in the quiet office. Hei Wuchang, with his narrow eyes and horse-like face, glanced at his subordinate.

The "Young Wife So Moist" cautiously approached the door, whispering, "Who is it?"

A low, familiar voice came from outside the door, "It's me!"

The "Young Wife So Moist's" face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly opened the door.

He had a good relationship with Tiandao Bugong. In Hei Wuchang's small group, their hobbies had been assimilated by their leader, Hei Wuchang, and they had gradually lost interest in normal women.

Only Tiandao Bugong and "Young Wife So Moist" still had a strong interest in two-legged women, while shying away from female beasts.

In the darkness outside the door, Tiandao Bugong stood silently, his gaze coldly sweeping over Hei Wuchang and "Young Wife So Moist," as if confirming something.

Seeing his companion's cold face and unfamiliar eyes, "Young Wife So Moist's" heart suddenly sank. Then, he saw Tiandao Bugong take out a palm-sized clay sculpture from his pocket.

The clay sculpture was a giant with a bare upper body, struggling to carry a mountain on his back.

In the astonished gazes of Hei Wuchang and "Young Wife So Moist," Tiandao Bugong threw the clay sculpture into the office.

Thump!

The clay sculpture fell to the ground, making a dull, heavy sound.

In the next moment, Hei Wuchang and "Young Wife So Moist" were "frozen" in place. Their bodies trembled, their shoulders as if carrying a mountain, making it difficult to move.

Standing outside the door, Tiandao Bugong drew the gun tucked into his waist and calmly pulled the trigger, aiming at "Young Wife So Moist's" head.

Bang, bang, bang!

Bullets drilled into his head one by one, blowing off his skull, splattering blood and brain matter.

At this time, "Young Wife So Moist's" body had only just begun to transform, with hardened keratin covering only 50% of his body before he was deprived of his life.

Tiandao Bugong stood at the door, pointing the gun at Hei Wuchang inside, and emptied the remaining bullets into Hei Wuchang.

But it was difficult to harm this Saint, even without transforming into a Gu creature, a Gu Master could easily withstand bullets with pure physical strength.

Seeing that the bullets were ineffective, Tiandao Bugong standing at the door fell straight to the ground. In the darkness outside the door, a figure in white robes slowly approached.

Hei Wuchang looked at the approaching white figure and said:

"The Holy Grail is in my inventory. Without me, it will be reclaimed by the Spirit Realm."

Fu Qingyang reached out and grabbed the Bronze Octagonal Sword, saying calmly, "It's all the same."

Returning to the Spirit Realm meant that for a long time in the future, no Gu Master would obtain this Rule-class item.

Hei Wuchang sneered and shouted loudly, "Did you hear that? The Five Elements Alliance wants the Holy Grail to return to the Spirit Realm."

Inside the convenience store, Zhang Yuanqing finished his instant noodles and ordered a portion of Oden. He leaned against the counter, chatting and joking with the shop assistant.

"Oh, Auntie, your son is in business school? Business school is great, there are beautiful girls everywhere. Your son's girlfriend must be very pretty," Zhang Yuanqing said enviously.

"Well, so-so." The aunt sighed, thinking that this young man was very pleasant to talk to, so she asked, "Young man, what university are you studying at?"

Zhang Yuanqing said with a sigh, "I didn't go to university. I started working after graduating from high school, so I think people who get into university are elites. My dream used to be to get into Songhai University."

"Songhai University, ah, that's an amazing school," the aunt said, while comforting him, "College students aren't worth much these days. A degree isn't as valuable as it used to be. Once you enter society, you still have to rely on your own efforts."

For some reason, even though her son was just an ordinary college student, she felt a sense of pride and her mood improved a lot.

"Yes, yes, Auntie is right, Auntie is experienced," Zhang Yuanqing nodded repeatedly, saying, "Auntie, can you add a spoonful of soup for me?"

The aunt added a spoonful for him.

"Thank you. What Auntie cooks is really delicious. Can you give me a skewer of kelp?"

The aunt hesitated for a moment, then gave him a skewer.

Zhang Yuanqing drank the spicy hot soup, chatting with the aunt. Suddenly, a strong sense of palpitations came over him.

It's started!

Hei Wuchang was indeed lurking in Songhai No. 3 Elementary School. Zhang Yuanqing remained calm on the surface, quietly summoning Little Doubi and instructing him to observe the battle.

He planned to observe the battle from the perspective of a spirit servant. The feeling of not being able to observe the situation was too terrible. If something unexpected happened, understanding the situation as soon as possible would also help him think of countermeasures.

Furthermore, he longed to see the battle of high-level Spirit Realm practitioners.

Little Doubi lay on the ground, raised his head, and was immediately attracted by the snacks and drinks on the shelves on both sides, his big, black eyes full of desire.

You can't eat anything, go do your job! Zhang Yuanqing issued an order to him.

At worst, I'll buy some snacks later and eat them in front of you to let you enjoy it, he added in his mind.

Little Doubi reluctantly crawled out of the convenience store and disappeared into the night.

Accompanied by Hei Wuchang's shout, a streak of red flame shot from afar and exploded beside Fu Qingyang. Like a firework blooming, the silent campus suddenly lit up.

In the scattering flames, a tall and burly figure appeared. He did not attack Fu Qingyang, who was known as invincible below the Dominator realm, at close range, but instead stretched out his hand and clenched it tightly.

The streaks of flame in the air condensed into fiery arrows, pointing downwards, aimed at Fu Qingyang.

Facing this Saint-realm peak scout, close combat was not a wise move, even if he was a Fire Master.

"Which branch of the Five Elements Alliance are you an executive of, or is this a Fire Master secretly cultivated by the Night Rose?"

Fu Qingyang stood with his sword, deep in crisis, but his expression remained unchanged.

The masked man's voice was rough, making it difficult to distinguish his tone, and said, "You don't need to know."

He pressed his clenched right hand downwards, and fiery arrows rained down from the sky.

Fu Qingyang walked through the "rain of arrows," either sidestepping, stepping forward, or retreating. The Bronze Octagonal Sword in his hand swung out afterimages, and the arrows collided with the sword's edge, dissipating into dazzling sparks.

He was like a computer with super-strong computing power, predicting the trajectory of every falling arrow.

At this time, Hei Wuchang seized the opportunity and walked out of the office step by step, trembling.

The Night Rose's Fire Master had bought him valuable time.

"I was careless. I didn't expect you to have secretly controlled Tiandao Bugong," Hei Wuchang snorted coldly. His abdomen bulged into a spherical shape, moving up little by little, and then got stuck at his throat.

"Ogh~" Hei Wuchang retched violently, vomiting a toad the size of a football.

"Gegg," the toad bulged its abdomen, making a loud croaking sound. Then, it opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a dense purple mist.

These purple mists were like thick smoke, spreading, gathering, and soon forming a "low-altitude cloud layer" in the sky above the campus. The plants within the school quickly withered and lost their vitality.

Fu Qingyang frowned. Scouts had no poison resistance, and poison gas could not be dealt with by dodging.

Suddenly, the purple mist that enveloped the campus "flowed" towards a certain corner, like a flood vent, rapidly dissipating.

Hei Wuchang's expression changed slightly as he turned his head to look at the "flood vent." He saw a three-meter-tall humanoid mass of flesh, opening its mouth wide, greedily devouring the purple mist.

This poisonous mist, which even Saints feared, had no effect on him.

"Gu King?!"

Hei Wuchang shouted in a shrill voice, "How could you be here? Fu Qingyang, you actually colluded with the Gu King? What a Fu family young master, what a Five Elements Alliance executive."

The Fire Master sneered, "You Fu surname, we are both equally bad, neither of us is more noble than the other. At least the Night Rose is still an Orderly profession, your bottom line is even lower than mine."

Fu Qingyang disdained to explain and chose to remain silent.

The Gu King laughed wildly, "You're right, Fu Qingyang, thank you for the information you gave me, I will repay you well."

In the midst of his wild laughter, the Gu King sucked up all the purple mist. The flesh around his body bulged, preparing to unleash an attack. Soon after, fine needles of blood mist shot out from his pores.

This blood mist did not envelop the campus, but instead condensed into a five-meter-tall, faceless giant.

As a Dominator-realm Gu Master, the Gu King could poison and kill the population of a district of Songhai if he wanted to, but such operations were too crude. For powerful Gu Masters, control over the mist and precise operations were the true skills.

And in this regard, Hei Wuchang, in the Saint realm, was far inferior to the Gu King.

The blood mist giant approached Hei Wuchang with light steps.

At that moment, a clear and bright pillar of light descended from the dark night sky, striking the Gu King directly.

"Ch-ch-"

The blood mist dissolved in the golden light, and the Gu King let out a painful roar.

The power of the Sun God!

At the moment when the clear pillar of light descended, the Great Guardian exposed his position.

He stood on the roof of the teaching building, wearing a black cloak and a black mask, overlooking the people below.

In the night wind, a slender red thread stretched out like a tentacle. Then, tens of thousands of red threads burst open. They were like dense beams of radiation, clusters and patches, entangling the Great Guardian.

The source of these red threads was a woman wearing a Song Dynasty-style long dress and a silver mask. She stood in the air, her skirt fluttering, with extraordinary grace.

The Great Guardian's figure disappeared into thin air, and then reappeared in mid-air. A red thread as thin as a cow's hair was wrapped around his ankle. It was this thread that pulled him out of his night travel.

"Hmph!"

The Great Guardian made a sound from his nostrils.

Suddenly, the red thread burst into bright, scorching golden flames, easily melting away.

At this time, a sigh sounded in the night sky, "Today, all sorts of demons and monsters have come out."

As soon as the voice fell, the originally withered plants on the campus revived, growing lush green grass, and saplings broke through the cement ground, growing into towering trees in a matter of seconds.

In an instant, the elementary school was covered in forest, full of vitality.

Not only that, but the shadows of animals descended from the sky, some were groups of monkeys, some were two-meter-tall brown bears, some were white jade-like giant elephants, and some were solitary, colorful tigers.

These animals had empty, cold eyes, staring coldly at the creatures in the field.

Outside the iron fence of the campus, a round and lovely spirit servant lay on the fence, trembling and looking inward.

The spirit servant's body contained Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness.

At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: I don't understand, but I'm deeply shocked.

It wasn't necessary to display world-destroying power to be considered a strong person. The high-level Spirit Realm practitioners in the school, the aura they released, and the skills they used, all made Zhang Yuanqing tremble from the bottom of his heart.

Especially when the forest descended and the animals appeared, Zhang Yuanqing keenly realized that the elementary school was sealed off.

A blue-green light curtain enveloped it.

"The Elder of the Hundred Flowers Association, her level is higher than I imagined. This is a good thing, but also a bad thing."

The good thing was that Hei Wuchang and the members of the Night Rose would have a hard time escaping for the time being.

The bad thing was that if the authorities controlled the leadership, even if the Palace Master of the Zhisha Palace obtained the roster, she would have to face compromise. He only hoped that she would be smart enough to destroy the roster.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing noticed that Little Doubi had left the side of the fence and was crawling towards the intersection outside the school.

This was not Zhang Yuanqing's manipulation, nor was it Little Doubi's own idea, but more like an instinct.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Zhang Yuanqing immediately understood what was happening. At this critical moment, Little Doubi's treasure-hunting instinct was activated.

Little Book Pavilion App.

The Infant Spirit was still young, and had only just mastered the ability to exchange. The higher-level treasure hunting skill was uncontrollable.

There seemed to be a treasure nearby that attracted him and stimulated his treasure-hunting instinct.