Chapter 87: Scattered Lights

The cross-boundary flying shuttle flashed with bright light, crossing the firmament.

Behind the ship, the fierce white tail flame dragged, illuminating the dim clouds.

"Prefecture boundary Security Department requests communication!"

A prompt sounded.

Jixue turned its head, placed its grey claw over the button, and looked at Jiang Jian: "Should I connect?"

Jiang Jian nodded: "Connect."

The next second.

The voice of the Security Department staff member came out: "This is the Anhezhou Security Department, please report!"

In front of the cabin main console, Jixue clicked the holographic screen and said: "Linjiang Prefecture cross-boundary flying shuttle, the owner is a student of Linjiang Academy; I will send the identity device information to you."

Its voice was like that of a young girl.

Calm and gentle, making people feel very at ease.

A few seconds later.

"Okay, I will register it for you!"

After verifying the identity device information, the staff member's voice softened significantly, "Welcome home!"

"I don't have a home."

Jixue curled its lip, and while talking to itself, swiped away the holographic screen and looked at the navigation map.

On the light blue star map, the light point representing the cross-boundary flying shuttle moved forward rapidly.

It was getting closer and closer to Anhe Academy.

Below the rolling heavy clouds, the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas of the prefecture boundary were like puzzle pieces, passing by rapidly, and were left behind in the blink of an eye.

The cross-boundary flying shuttle was a new type of flying ship from Linjiang Prefecture.

Anhezhou was too barren.

Before this, it hadn't recorded information about this type of cutting-edge flying shuttle.

Even in the Anhezhou boundary, most flying vehicles were old, manually piloted flying shuttles.

Only the wealthy Shenzhao District, as well as the municipal government, Prayer Hall, and other vital departments, would be equipped with expensive unmanned flying shuttles.

And the cutting-edge technology that civilians in the Shadow District could come into contact with.

Was only the identity device on their wrists.

"Senior Jiang Jian, my theoretical grades, like yours, are ranked first in the two districts of Guangling City."

"Senior Jiang Jian, I have been repeatedly watching the 'Overview of Gods' that you annotated, and I have gained many new insights."

"Senior Jiang Jian, I have some data here that might be useful to you..."

On the holographic screen was a notification from Classmate Nie Zheng of Guangling No. 1 Middle School.

Jiang Jian swiped his finger and stopped at the last notification.

The data inside was a file.

"Direct Guidance on Divine Gift Realm Cultivation," over a hundred pages long.

It detailed the key points of Shenque spiritual essence cultivation.

Most importantly.

This document was clearly a private annotation, containing many unique insights.

Although there were many similar documents in the Linjiang Academy library.

This file was still very useful.

Jiang Jian flipped through two pages, his gaze flickered, saved the file, and replied to Classmate Nie Zheng.

"Thank you, I have some notes here; they should be able to help you before next year's Divine Gift Exam."

After sending the notification.

Jiang Jian found the notes he had written for his sister alone before the Divine Gift Exam and sent them over.

In the inbox, the notifications from teacher Zhou Yu were mostly about caring for his well-being and concern for Jiang Jian's study situation at Linjiang Academy.

In this Divine Gift Exam, Jiang Jian had scored 100 points and was admitted to Linjiang Academy.

This not only made Guangling No. 1 Middle School in the Shadow District famous.

It also caused Zhou Yu's status to rise.

His teaching salary was raised to 1200 Alliance coins per month.

Besides this, there were many additional rewards.

Guangling City's resources were barren, and the income of the residents was barely enough to eat.

Wanting to save extra money was very difficult.

Guangling City was located in a corner of Anhezhou.

It had no spiritual veins, no water veins, no mountain veins, and was poor to the extreme.

Here.

500 Alliance coins per month was already considered a high-paying job.

Zhou Yu could get 1200 Alliance coins per month, exceeding 99% of the residents in the Shadow District.

Although high-income earners in the Shadow District needed to pay expensive income surcharges to the Guangling municipal government.

But in the end, they could still save nearly 800 Alliance coins.

"Almost there."

Jixue lay on the cabin seat, staring at the star map, and reminded him in a small voice.

Jiang Jian swiped away Zhou Yu's information, dialed Jiang Zhao's identity device, and said to the Grey Fox: "Slow down."

The cross-boundary flying shuttle tore through the clouds and descended toward the land of the prefecture boundary.

In the airspace below, old-fashioned flying shuttles occasionally passed by.

Seeing the massive cross-boundary flying shuttle, the pilots inside had their expressions change slightly.

They controlled their flying shuttles to avoid it from afar, not daring to get close at all.

Beep.

Beep.

No answer.

Jiang Jian frowned, swiped his finger, and opened Jiang Zhao's notification page.

The messages sent by his sister stopped a day ago.

"Jiang Jian, I'm better today; I only had a headache once."

"By the way, I saw on the joint forum that you won against Lu Lu Tingting; you're really great."

"Jiang Jian, remember to take your medicine on time."

Jiang Jian swiped away the message and dialed the real-time call again.

Beep.

Beep.

Still no answer.

The identity device was bound to the wrist of every Earth citizen.

No matter what they were doing, they had to use it.

Unless they were dead, no one would take off their identity device.

The real-time call of the identity device had a clear prompt, so there was no such thing as not hearing it.

"Could she..."

"Probably not."

"Jiang Zhao's birthday is March 15th, and the time hasn't come yet."

Jiang Jian frowned, lowered his gaze, and looked at his own wrist.

The Flying Frost Jade Bracelet was wreathed in spiritual light, and fine frost flowers were falling.

Anhe Academy.

Girls' dormitory.

"Zhaozhao, are you okay?"

Zhong Ling looked worried, "Don't hold on anymore, I'll take you to the infirmary."

Jiang Zhao's face was pale, leaning against the bed rail, shaking her head gently, unable to say a word.

Since when did it start.

Deep in her pupils, silver-white cold light surged.

These glimmers gathered and dispersed, flickering in and out of existence.

"I..."

The headache gradually stopped, Jiang Zhao raised her eyelids, just about to speak.

Her heart tightened suddenly.

An indescribable pulling force came from deep within her divine soul.

Her consciousness sank instantly.

The girl's slender body fell powerlessly onto the bed.

"Zhaozhao!"

Zhong Ling's fingers trembled, and she couldn't help but scream!

"Where is this?"

Waking up from a trance.

Jiang Zhao struggled to raise her eyelids.

What entered her eyes was the back of a boy.

"Jiang Jian!?"

Jiang Zhao's pupils contracted, and countless doubts surged into her heart.

"No, the person in front of me is the young Jiang Jian!"

Jiang Zhao sat up, surprised to find.

The current her was also not very old.

"Sister, I have to go."

The boy noticed her movement, did not look back, and said softly.

Jiang Zhao opened her mouth, wanting to speak.

But found that she couldn't control her body at all.

Just sitting up, it was just "herself" sitting up.

"Bro... brother..."

"Herself" sitting up, her lips moved, speaking in a small voice.

Jiang Zhao frowned, muttering: "Is this silly girl the young me?"

"Is this, could it be my memory?"

She looked at the scene in front of her, thinking quietly.

A few seconds later.

She had already completely concluded.

This was the public care center in the Shadow District of Guangling City.

"It's just that, in my memory, there doesn't seem to be this scene."

Jiang Zhao looked at the boy, her thoughts surging.

"What on earth is going on?"

Her heart had completely calmed down.

"They want to send me away."

The boy spoke again, "But I know, that's a scam."

"In a place like the Shadow District, the law doesn't seem to be of much use."

The boy's tone carried self-mockery and even more coldness.

In his hand, he held a wooden sword.

"The Shadow District of Guangling City, there are too many filthy things."

"But, I only discovered today."

"There are even more humans who are filthier than them."

The boy still didn't look back.

He carried the wooden sword and walked out.

"Sister."

"I left you something that can protect you for the night."

"Tomorrow, I will come back."

"Wait for me."

The boy walked out of the room.

More than a dozen ragged people, who had originally been surrounding the door, showed venomous eyes.

Seeing the boy, they were all filled with fear and scattered like birds and beasts.

The boy looked at them, remained silent, and walked directly outside the door.

A few minutes later.

"He really left!?"

"Really sent away!"

"Great!"

"Go confirm it!"

"Really left!"

Many people raised their dirty, foul-smelling hands, clawed at the door cracks, and squinted to look outside.

Seeing the boy follow the "Director" and get onto the dilapidated hovercar.

The courtyard suddenly went quiet.

The next second.

They erupted into incomparable cheers!

Someone immediately turned around and walked toward the wooden house, eyes showing lewdness: "This little girl is mine!"

Slap!

A fierce slap came!

The person who spoke had a swollen cheek, saw stars, and swayed as he lay on the ground, raising bursts of dust.

"Trash, you don't deserve it!"

The tall and strong teenager withdrew his palm, spat on the ground, and strode toward the house.

Others looked at each other, all showing hesitation, gathered outside the door, whispering.

"No rush, no rush."

"Anyway, the girl is here, and she can't run."

"Wait until he's done, then we'll go up."

"Damn, actually got beaten to it by him."

"No way, this guy is strong, can't compete with him."

In the wooden house.

The tall and strong teenager walked toward the bed, looking at the exquisitely carved girl, his dirty, foul-smelling mouth drooling.

"Damn, she's really beautiful."

He stopped in front of the bed, stared at the girl's fair and stunning face, and couldn't help but exclaim aloud.

The girl's eyelids were lowered, her brows and eyes were like a painting, and her dark hair hung down like a waterfall.

Although she was still young, she already possessed beauty that could shame flowers and sink fish.

"Pity, she's a fool."

The tall and sturdy youth sighed, reached out his hand, and moved toward the girl's arm.

The next second.

He suddenly stopped his movement and looked at his own palm.

The spaces under his fingernails were filled with foul-smelling black mud.

Even between the lines of his palm, there was years-old grime of unknown origin.

Close at hand.

Were the girl's slender, white fingers, like scallion stalks.

In this instant.

In the tall and sturdy youth's eyes, a struggle and hesitation actually appeared.

In a moment.

His expression turned sinister once again.

"The public care center in the Shadow Zone was always a place where beasts eat people."

"Once you enter here, everyone is a beast; who can be better than whom!"

Thinking of this.

He spat on the ground, his face twisted, and moved toward the girl.

Jiang Zhao watched him coldly, as if time had frozen.

Deep within her pupils, scattered silver light surged.

Crack!

An extremely light sound of shattering rang in her ears.

The tall and sturdy youth's body came to a standstill.

Between his twisted features, icy silver dust seeped out.

In just a moment.

His entire body shattered into countless streams of light.

Collapsing to the ground, turning into fine dust.

The crowd outside the house had originally been watching through the door crack.

Seeing the tall and sturdy youth die a bizarre death, they all showed fear and dared not step forward.

"Is this the memory of my childhood?"

"Why do I not have even a single impression of it?"

Jiang Zhao sat on the bed, looking at the crowd outside, silver light surging in her pupils.

"Jiang Zhao."

A familiar, cold voice called out softly in her ear.

Light and shadow scattered, the universe inverted.

Jiang Zhao opened her eyes abruptly.

The handsome youth who looked just like her was standing by the head of the bed, watching her quietly.

His gaze was as calm as an abyss.

Just like ten years ago.

Jiang Zhao looked at him.

Deep within her heart, however, an inexplicably huge, inconceivable pain surged.

This feeling of pain, she did not know where it came from.

And she knew even less why it started.

Yet it was deeply rooted, planted in the depths of her soul.

As if it had never been far away.

(End of chapter)