Chapter 57: Breaking Out of the School

"I understand." Meng Ran patted Zhu Dongyun's hand.

All they needed to do was mind their own business.

Gradually, night fell. Despite being thoroughly exhausted from the day's trials, Meng Ran dared not sleep.

In an unfamiliar place, one had to remain vigilant.

The desk lamp illuminated her surroundings while Chang Yan pressed close to her.

"Can we even get out of here?"

Chang Yan sighed. Had she known things would turn out like this when she came, she really—

Long Muyao had searched the entire estate long before Leng Yue and Duan Lingyun appeared. Aside from discovering the tragic deaths of her second uncle, third uncle, and aunts, she had failed to find her father anywhere.

"You're just being difficult!" Lin Wushuang scolded with a smile, hung up the phone, draped a coat over her shoulders, and rushed downstairs.

Start with fallacious reasoning, successfully lead the opponent astray, and then slap them with a grand accusation—this was the infallible golden rule of verbal sparring, without exception. It was the only way.

Zhang Caijun and his group descended the stairs, exchanged formal fist-and-palm salutes with the commander, and departed. Gao Jian and Tong Jin followed suit, bidding farewell to the senior general with respectful salutes. Zhao Fuxin neither knew this general nor had any mood to exchange pleasantries, walking straight ahead as he went downstairs.

"It's good that you're okay. You must be starving after sleeping for so long; I'll go get you something to eat," Mein said, hastily leaving the room.

"Nie Qingqing, that's enough!" Finally, he reached his limit, grabbing Nie Qingqing's hand to stop her from coming closer. His brows were furrowed so tightly they could have pinched a mosquito to death as he stared at her.

She stood there, biting her lower lip hard. Her outward expression was one of absolute serenity, but beneath the surface, her eyes churned with hidden waves of suppressed agony.

Yet, Leng Yue's appearance had unconsciously drawn him into an inescapable surrender. Inevitably, she became the target for these people who sought to deal with him.

The commander already had three sharp arrows lodged in his body, one planted squarely in his knee, making even running a struggle, yet he continued to charge forward relentlessly. Many soldiers around him surged past, catching a glimpse of him, and a fierce look of resolute determination instantly flashed in their eyes. They accelerated and charged ahead.

By exploiting the Red-Tailed Beast's vulnerabilities, Ye Fei could use the Water-Treading martial technique to maneuver back and forth freely without suffering the slightest injury.

Yu Tingwei and Ji Mingyu were also startled. Looking closely, Yu Tingwei realized that the person blocking her path was none other than Yuan Tao, the new driver Mu Xiujin had assigned to her. Glancing further back, she saw Zhang Cong, Mu Xiujin, factory director Xiao Hai, and several unfamiliar faces following behind Yuan Tao.

His was an Earth-tier low-grade movement martial technique, while Ye Fei's was an Earth-tier mid-grade one, naturally granting him superior speed.

These people were none other than Yu Mingjun and his party, who had left the Guide Prefecture early and arrived in Luoyang City ahead of time. Yu Mingjun's group hadn't traveled together originally; after all, there were over two hundred of them, and moving as one would make their target far too conspicuous.

With a sharp crack, Chen Chen hurled the glass down with force, shattering the pristine cup from the previous second into a million tiny fragments.

"Furthermore, accompanying the Prince of Qin may not yield favorable results," Yin Le changed her tune and continued.

It was not that the dragon veins of the Dragon Blood Stone contained less dragon breath than the Dragon Breath Soil, but rather that the True Qi required for breakthroughs in the Yellow Realm differed vastly from the Post-Natal stage.

Yu Tingwei rested her head on her crossed hands, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. It was high time she taught this old hag a lesson.

"Lanyan, your tears are no longer red! They are no longer red!" Xi Fu's face showed pleasant surprise. For a vengeful ghost of a woman in childbirth, the redder the tears, the heavier the resentment, and the harder it was to attain true enlightenment.

The three attacks collided instantly. The ferocious air currents, the shrill shrieks of breaking air, and the dull thuds of impact all blended together into a sound resembling a sudden clap of thunder bursting out of a clear sky.

"Fifth Brother, let's leave this place first." Beidou turned her head, offering Helian Zhan a casual, nonchalant smile, as if everything that had just transpired was nothing more than an illusion.