Chapter 169: Report

Amidst the thunder filling the sky, Zheng Fa and the other two stood facing each other.

Chen Ting's treasure mirror trembled slightly under the strike of the seal, buzzing as it returned to Chen Ting's embrace, its surface light dimming considerably.

Just like Chen Ting's gaze.

He looked at Uncle Pang standing beside Zheng Fa, his lips moving as if hesitating on how to address him.

Uncle Pang was also looking at him, his gaze somewhat complex.

Zheng Fa, standing aside, couldn't help but lighten his breathing—this scene of master and disciple meeting, then loving and killing each other.

I seem like I should be under the carriage.

After a moment of silence.

Chen Ting raised both hands.

His sudden movement startled Uncle Pang, who stepped forward to block in front of Zheng Fa.

Clearly guarding against a surprise attack on Zheng Fa.

Zheng Fa suddenly felt Chen Ting's gaze at him was a bit piercing:

That kind of look one gives a yellow-haired man after being NTR'd right to their face...

Chen Ting clasped his hands and bowed to Uncle Pang, saying, "Master, do you trust me so little now?"

Uncle Pang knew he had misunderstood; the muscles on his face stiffened, but his tone held no warmth whatsoever: "I once trusted you."

"..."

"You said you never killed anyone from Jiushan Sect, and I believed you," Uncle Pang said, looking at Chen Ting. "So I let you leave, but what about now?"

Zheng Fa looked at the treasure mirror in Chen Ting's hand.

He didn't know the power of this treasure mirror, but he could be certain it wasn't meant to greet him.

Chen Ting pressed his lips together and said nothing more.

Zheng Fa couldn't help but sigh in his heart—

Uncle Pang cared most for his disciple among Jiushan Sect's three Nascent Souls.

Chen Ting had previously been highly valued by him.

Hiding aside earlier, there was no small intention to see Chen Ting's current situation.

But...

"True Person Pang, worldly matters often leave no choice to people," Chen Ting changed his address from Uncle Pang to True Person Pang. "Since leaving Jiushan Sect, I have had no room left for mercy."

"..."

Uncle Pang said nothing; only the seal above his head glowed softly in the void, as if answering Chen Ting's words.

"True Person Pang, do you intend to strike me?" Chen Ting looked at his appearance and smiled lightly.

Uncle Pang remained silent.

"True Person, have you thought it through? Though you are a Nascent Soul, within this Lei Chi you are not much stronger than me," Chen Ting's tone contained a hidden threat. "Moreover, you must also protect Junior Brother Zheng and the various Jiushan Sect disciples... hmm?"

He turned his head and only then realized that while he and Uncle Pang were locked in a tense standoff, Zheng Fa had somehow boarded the Du'e Boat and was frantically fleeing outward with a group of Jiushan Sect disciples.

As if sensing his gaze.

Zheng Fa even turned his body, cupped his hands to bid him farewell, his face full of consideration.

Seeming unwilling to disturb their master and disciple catching up on old times.

"True Person Pang... this Zheng Fa..." Chen Ting recalled seeing Zheng Fa twice, both times watching the man flee, and his expression became somewhat complex. "Can he really become the next Sect Master? Isn't he afraid he'll corrupt everyone in Jiushan Sect?"

Uncle Pang looked at the departing Du'e Boat and was also speechless.

Although it had been agreed upon beforehand, Zheng Fa's running away so smoothly still made him feel strangely embarrassed...

No, you are now someone from the Nine Nether Mo Gate; your butt is already crooked.

Why care about Jiushan Sect?

Worrying about the thief being right!

In the market, Zheng Fa saw the returning Uncle Pang and asked directly, "Uncle, where is Chen Ting?"

"He ran."

Zheng Fa was stunned; this Chen Ting's ability to survive was truly strong.

An ordinary person in his situation would have been preparing for reincarnation long ago.

"This youth possesses the strengths of three families and cannot be underestimated," Uncle Pang explained. "Moreover, within Lei Chi, I too must be cautious."

Zheng Fa thought for a moment; it was indeed so—

Uncle Pang was one who was willing to teach disciples.

Before, there was also a personal old grandpa.

Later, after sacrificing the old grandpa, he gained the favor of the Nine Nether Mo Ancestor.

"Then why did no one from the Nine Nether Mo Gate come to help him?"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but ask in confusion.

The greatest reason our Jiushan Sect tracked Chen Ting was still for the whereabouts of Shijie Zhang.

But the Great Zizaimo Mo Sect was for revenge.

Chen Ting's situation was so difficult; did he not want to seek aid from the Nine Nether Mo Gate?

"If the Mo Gate could speak of unity and mutual aid, would it still be called the Mo Gate?" Uncle Pang snorted. "If you meet Chen Ting again in the future, do not be careless."

"Yes."

Zheng Fa understood Uncle Pang's meaning—

When Chen Ting first left Jiushan Sect, perhaps he still had some lingering attachment to Jiushan Sect.

But it seems there is not much left now.

"Few in this world can maintain their original heart, let alone my disciple..." Uncle Pang's tone held neither regret nor fear: "Since leaving the sect, he must have endured many hardships."

Chen Ting's matter has little to do with Zheng Fa; if he hadn't mentioned having news of Senior Sister Zhang, Zheng Fa would never have sought him out.

The urgent matter now is to find Senior Sister Zhang.

"Very troublesome."

Uncle Pang said, frowning.

"Yes, Senior Sister Zhang is now too close to the Mo Sect secret realm."

This emergence of the Spirit Vein not only burst forth a Lei Chi, but also burst forth a Mo Sect secret realm.

And the Lei Chi happens to block the exit of that secret realm—precisely because of this, the Great Zizaimo Mo Sect has still been unable to seal that exit.

Senior Sister Zhang was besieged by people of the Great Zizaimo Mo Sect and fled into the Lei Chi.

Although those people of the Great Zizaimo Mo Sect could not capture her, they were subtly forcing her toward the secret realm exit; there, the Great Zizaimo Mo Sect could move troops most conveniently. If they could force her into our own secret realm, then Senior Sister Zhang would be at their mercy.

For the Jiushan Sect now, to go find Senior Sister Zhang, they must first face a struggle with the Great Zizaimo Mo Sect.

"Not only that..." Uncle Pang shook his head and said: "The self-sealing method used by Senior Sister Zhang, I also understand; it is a treasure of the surname Huang's—Xuanguan Jian."

"Xuanguan Jian?"

Zheng Fa frowned and said.

"The surname Huang had a great grudge in early years, but her cultivation was insufficient back then, so she could not take revenge. Yet in ordinary cultivation, she could not help wanting to go out to seek revenge, and could not restrain herself at all..."

"So..."

"So back then she begged her master to craft this treasure for her; the purpose was only one—to trap herself within it, unable to leave this treasure unless she formed a Nascent Soul."

Uncle Pang spoke to this point, and his face also showed a look of toothache.

"What about outsiders?"

"Outsiders? Outsiders can only break this treasure with Nascent Soul cultivation; this is the Lei Chi..."

Indeed.

Who in the Lei Chi dares use spells of Nascent Soul cultivation?

Senior Sister Zhang must have foreseen this point, which is why she used Xuanguan Jian to seal herself.

But...

"Senior Sister Zhang's Jin Dan has a flaw..."

Uncle Pang sighed, voicing the worry in Zheng Fa's heart.

"Regardless, at least we now have a target; let us find Senior Sister Zhang first."

Modern times.

Today is the day Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu go to Jingcheng University to register.

Two days ago, Tang Lingwu was already taken away by her mother; it is said her father also came to Jingcheng, preparing to personally send his own daughter to school.

Zheng Fa did not let Old Man Bai send him either.

He took a taxi alone to the gate of Jingcheng University.

There were already many students and parents here.

Compared with high school classmates, Zheng Fa felt these newly enrolled students of Jingcheng University were somewhat similar, yet somewhat different:

The similarity lies in that they are all the same age; in this internet age, dress and hairstyles are actually quite uniform nationwide.

The difference is somewhat mysterious—

Although there is little difference in dress, this group of young people before him somehow appears much more confident.

There is also an observation Zheng Fa could not verify: it seems many are from wealthy families.

He watched for a while, then followed the crowd to the entrance of the gymnasium; Zheng Fa needed to register here, and after registration, the gymnasium would hold an opening ceremony.

Many tents stood at the gymnasium entrance, with department names written on the tent tops.

Long tables were set below, and several slightly older youths sat behind the long tables.

Probably counselors or senior students.

Zheng Fa held the notice and found the tent of the School of Physics.

Inside the tent were three men and two women.

Seeing Zheng Fa approach, the three men inside remained motionless, but the two women stood up simultaneously.

The two exchanged a glance.

One of them, a girl wearing glasses, seemed a bit shy; after hesitating, she slowly sat back down.

The one receiving Zheng Fa was the other girl; her features were beautiful, her waist slender, and her smile even more approachable.

Of course, with Zheng Fa's keen eyes, he could see that at least two-tenths of her beauty was due to her exquisite makeup skills.

But judging from the unfriendly gazes of the three senior students behind her.

The remaining eight-tenths were also very formidable within the School of Physics.

Thinking of this was somewhat sad.

"Junior, did you come alone?"

"Mm."

"Hand me the notice." That girl took Zheng Fa's notice, glanced at it, and said: "Zheng Fa? From the School of Physics. Here, take it."

She did not speak much nonsense.

As if completing her task, she acted with official formality and the reserve of a senior sister.

They passed him several file bags of various sizes.

"Inside these are the freshman handbook, with the campus map—Canteen Two has the best food."

"These are the letters to parents—unimportant."

"The most important thing in this small bag is your student ID, dorm key, and dorm number—don't lose them."

Zheng Fa squeezed the small bag, nodded, and said, "Alright, thank you, senior sister."

"Here, add me on WeChat."

"…" Zheng Fa paused, looking at the senior sister, who wore a serious expression: "It's college policy. As new students, if you have any questions, just ask me directly."

Zheng Fa fell silent for a moment, pulled out his phone, and scanned the QR code on her phone.

After thanking the senior sister again, Zheng Fa walked into the gymnasium with the folders.

Behind him, faintly came the conversation between the senior sister and the next new student in line.

"Here's your stuff—take it all, don't lose anything."

After a while, he heard the senior sister say again, "Do you have any other questions?"

The new student was a boy; having overheard the earlier exchange between the senior sister and Zheng Fa, he hesitantly asked, "Isn't there a rule that we have to add WeChat?"

"I never heard of such a rule."

"…Then, as a new student, if I have questions…"

The senior sister displayed her STEM logic: "So I gave you the freshman handbook."

Zheng Fa unconsciously pulled out his phone and checked the senior sister's profile picture.

In the picture, the senior sister smiled with pure, approachable charm—nothing like someone so sneaky.