Chapter 691: Start Fleeing! Discovered!

In the cave, the usually cold and proud Ling Shuang.

Before the forceful and domineering Xu Jingming, she ultimately chose to change her mind.

After the words left her lips, she inexplicably felt a wave of relief and joy.

"Then it's settled, Teacher Ling."

Xu Jingming also exhaled in relief.

If Teacher Ling had refused, he truly would have had no options left.

"Don't call me Teacher Ling anymore. Just call me by my name, or Shuang-jie."

Ling Shuang corrected him involuntarily.

Before, it was fine, but after this, every time she heard that term, it felt strange.

"Once a teacher, always a father!"

"You've taught me much and helped me greatly—calling you Teacher Ling shows greater respect."

Xu Jingming replied with righteous solemnity.

"Is that respect? I don't even want to call you out on it!"

Ling Shuang gave him an irritated side-eye, her face flushed with embarrassment, her heavy, full chest swaying slightly with the motion.

This guy Xu Jingming is good in every way, but he's always trying weird things—and she's still sticky from it.

Cough, cough,

Though she did enjoy it herself, and even began to understand yesterday's Heavenly Demon's remarks...

"Just joking, just joking."

Xu Jingming chuckled, then stopped teasing: "Then Shuang-jie, get dressed—I'll go try to break through first."

"Break through?"

Ling Shuang froze, incredulous: "You really think you can break through to the seventh stage?"

"Yeah, I've had a faint premonition before—this time, I should succeed."

Of course, it was a lie—he had absorbed the Thunder Dragon King's divine blood, fulfilling the upgrade requirement.

"Your upgrade speed..." Ling Shuang was already numb.

A seventh-stage master at twenty? Who would believe that?

"But you shouldn't try upgrading right now."

After a moment's thought, Ling Shuang murmured, "When an adept advances from the sixth to the seventh stage, their power surges dramatically."

I can't fully activate my spatial ability—I'm afraid I won't be able to mask the disturbance of your breakthrough."

"Then we'll have to wait until we get back." Xu Jingming sighed.

"Right. My body and ability are fully recovered—I'll put on my suit and we'll leave immediately."

Ling Shuang nodded, but noticed Xu Jingming still standing in place, not leaving the blood cocoon.

"Aren't you going out?" Ling Shuang asked, puzzled.

"No need to break through—I don't need to leave." Xu Jingming said as if it were obvious.

"How didn't I realize you had such thick skin before?"

Ling Shuang's face flushed with embarrassment, but she said no more.

She pulled back the blanket, her curvaceous, voluptuous body reappearing before Xu Jingming.

Instantly, he reacted—but he did nothing.

There'd be time later; the crisis wasn't over yet—not the moment for this.

His restraint surprised her, and her fondness for him deepened further.

She knew well her body's allure to men, especially after yesterday's frenzy.

Yet Xu Jingming still held himself back—proof of his astonishing willpower.

"Of course—if he weren't so resolute, he wouldn't have chosen to fight beasts for long stretches."

Realizing her own thoughts, Ling Shuang internally chuckled at herself.

Xu Jingming had never been the type to drown in softness.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to come to Dayangzhou in the first place.

Staying at the Thunder Martial Arts Headquarters, occasionally visiting those two little girlfriends at Magic University—wouldn't that be better?

Just as she stood up from the ground, she suddenly felt a faint warmth gliding along the inside of her thigh.

Ling Shuang's beautiful face froze.

This guy—too much!

Hours had passed, and it still hadn't all been absorbed.

Though she desperately wanted to bathe and clean off the mess, the cave clearly had no such facilities.

So Ling Shuang quickly donned her battle suit and rinsed herself with clean water.

Then she activated her communication watch—a holographic map of Dayangzhou instantly appeared before them.

"We're deep in the wilderness of Dayangzhou, roughly 540 kilometers straight-line distance from Mocheng.

Spatial lockdown—even for spatial-type variants—is exhausting; it can't possibly seal the entire wilderness.

Just now, I sensed my spatial beacon."

"If we walk another sixty kilometers, we'll exit the lockdown zone and can teleport directly back to Mocheng."

Speaking of serious matters, Ling Shuang returned to her usual cold, focused demeanor.

"Sixty kilometers—about two hours to cover." Xu Jingming mused.

It was only to avoid possible high-stage beasts and the risk of being discovered by the Tianming Sect.

Otherwise, with Lei Long's wings, sixty kilometers would take only two or three minutes.

"By the way, Shuang-jie, are you feeling any other issues?"

Before setting out, Xu Jingming added one more question.

"No issues. Why?"

Ling Shuang asked, puzzled.

The stickiness and odd smell were bearable.

"Nothing."

Xu Jingming cleared his throat and said no more.

During divine blood absorption, his consciousness was hazy—he had no concept of restraint.

If it had been Song Qiuyun or Jiang Chu, without Tianling Spring's recovery the next day, they wouldn't have been able to get out of bed.

But Ling Shuang showed no signs of fatigue.

No surprise—eighth-stage Grand Master, her physique was formidable, incredibly resilient.

It was just past 4 a. . on April 12th when Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang stepped out of the cave.

The sky was pitch black, the moon hidden behind clouds, only a few stars glittering brightly.

Blue Star's technology was advanced; most energy came from clean, pollution-free electricity.

Thus, the night sky was far more beautiful than in his past life.

"Roar—"

"Howl—"

"..."

Night belonged to the beasts' hunting time.

In the pitch-black forest, savage beasts roared intermittently, occasional crimson eyes flashing.

"Head southwest."

After checking the map again, Ling Shuang and Xu Jingming confirmed their direction and set off.

Around them, darkness reigned—ordinary people would have moved with extreme caution.

But for Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang, night held no difference from day.

As they advanced, wrapped in Ling Shuang's spatial ability,

The two moved like invisible ghosts, barely triggering any beast's alertness.

Even if unlucky and spotted by some beasts, Ling Shuang swiftly eliminated them with a single spatial slash.

Soon, two hours passed—they'd covered over fifty kilometers.

"Only five kilometers left—push through, and we can teleport back to Mocheng."

The sun rose, the horizon faintly brightening.

They were close to breaking free of the spatial lockdown.

Yet Ling Shuang's face remained grim.

He who walks a hundred miles is half done at ninety—the last five kilometers were the most dangerous.

She could calculate the lockdown's limit; Tianming Sect had no reason not to know.

They likely stationed patrols precisely at the limit.

Just as Ling Shuang thought this, a thunderous voice boomed from the sky:

"You two below—stop!"