Chapter 152: Captured by Bugs

I never knew that after just joining the tribe, the clan school mission would be this intense—some bug-person actually lay in wait for me.

“That’s a bug-person! Why don’t bug-people go after Foundation Establishment cultivators instead of stalking a kid like me?”

“Don’t worry—if you die, I’ll remember to burn a roll of spirit money for you on your next anniversary.” Yang Guan said.

Su Lin yuan gave her a deadpan look.

Su Lan smiled with pursed lips.

Ever since spotting the bug-people, she’d made one clear judgment: she probably wouldn’t survive this.

After all, she had no trump cards at all.

It’d be impossible to escape!

If captured by the bugs, she might turn into one of those grotesque bug-people. She refused to become an ugly bug-person, so she’d decided—if she couldn’t run, she’d kill herself.

Because she’d fully accepted her fate, Su Lan became far more open than usual.

“Don’t worry—I brought a magic shield. When the time comes, we’ll run fast together and definitely escape with them.” Su Yue walked over and whispered to her.

Su Lan looked at Su Yue in surprise.

“Hurry up,” Su Wuji reminded them. “Talk all you want, but move quickly.”

“Go—second window on the left, Yang Guan.” Su Wuji called again.

“Got it, no problem. I’ll throw the first punch.” Yang Guan immediately replied.

“Su Cheng, you’re second.” Su Wuji said.

“I’ll handle the third punch. Everyone, follow closely behind us—we break out together.” Su Wuji said.

BOOM! A deafening crash.

A squad of junior students from the right-side martial class had killed three adults and smashed a hole big enough for a person through the wall with a single punch.

He charged straight out, followed by seven or eight other martial class students.

“Let’s speed up,” Su Wuji said, glancing at them once.

“Two coming from the left—Qingniao,” Su Jin called out.

“Four closing in from the right. Su Lin yuan, Yang Guan, and I will handle them.”

Su Qingniao, bow in hand made of whalebone, moved like a god of war possessed—three arrows loosed in one shot, zip-zip-zip, each finding its mark straight through the skull of a kitchen uncle.

The uncle screamed and collapsed.

Immediately after, Su Qingniao fired three more arrows in rapid succession, each faster than the last, striking three different directions—another agile young kitchen worker’s head exploded.

Qi Yi, behind her, was so stunned she nearly forgot to breathe.

That strangely colored little bow. That devastating archery of Su Qingniao.

She remembered.

Isn’t this Zhang Qingluan, the legendary archer-god who rose from humble origins two hundred years later in the sect?

She recalled—the face of the archer-god in her memory strangely overlapped with the face of Su Qingniao before her, unnervingly matching.

But Zhang Qingluan wasn’t from a secular family—Su Qingniao was a Su clan disciple.

What was going on?

While she was lost in thought, someone suddenly grabbed her, yanked her up, and hurled her onto the rooftop.

Qi Yi whirled around—her captor was a blue-skinned bug-person with a long tongue, its tongue wrapped around her shoulder and waist!

It was over. She was finished.

The blue bug-person even smiled at her—mocking.

But before the smile finished forming, a flash of golden light struck—and both the bug-person and she crashed down from the roof with a thud.

Damn it, nearly paralyzed me.

My tailbone must be cracked.

So painful.

Su Qingniao quickly helped her up. “Hold on—we’re almost at the wall.”

“I… who just saved me?”

Qi Yi asked, struggling to stand.

Who? Who could have rescued her from a powerful bug-person?

“Su Jin, of course—no one else could’ve saved you from afar,” Su Qingniao said, watching Su Jin, who was fighting side by side with Su Lin yuan against the charging cooks and kitchen workers.

Her admiration surged like an endless river.

Su Jin was just too powerful—five or six meters away, and the target was a bug-person.

Yet Su Jin merely waved her hand—a flash of golden light—and the bug-person and Qi Yi both fell.

That’s the decisive power of a trump card. I need one too.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Three consecutive strikes—the wall, unable to bear the force, finally shattered into a gaping, light-piercing hole.

Su Wuji and the others rushed out frantically.

Behind them came Su Lan, Su Yue, Qi Yi, and Su Qingniao.

Finally, Su Jin and Su Lin yuan, covering the rear, also sprinted out.

But when they emerged, they realized it was still a dead end.

Outside the cafeteria, there were even more bug-people—organized, disciplined. The small square outside was packed with them—at least two thousand bug-people stood there.

Their combat strength could withstand a pursuit by two thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators.

And among them, the leader—Su Jin recognized him instantly. Wasn’t that Feng Qi?

They’d barely fought their way out—only to fall straight into the enemy’s net.

Everyone’s mood grew heavy and grim. They were then herded over to another group of students gathered on the small square.

“Which team is this to escape from the cafeteria?”

Feng Qi’s demeanor had turned unhinged—his gaze cold, arrogant, brimming with merciless killing intent.

“Third team,” his subordinate reported.

“Only five minutes since the planned capture began, and already three teams escaped. Are my subordinates all useless?”

“Someone among them discovered our capture plan ahead of time,” the subordinate continued.

“So you think these useless fools aren’t at fault? A bunch of kids—each one’s strongest at Qi Refining Level Four. They’re all bug-people with bodies comparable to Foundation Establishment cultivators, and you’re telling me they can’t even handle these little children?” Feng Qi roared. “It’s not my brain that’s broken—it’s theirs!”

“Yes yes yes, it’s your brain that’s broken, and theirs that’s full of nonsense.”

Feng Qi: “…”

Feng Qi immediately wanted to cut down the speaking bug-person.

But… this guy wasn’t his direct subordinate. If he killed him, the other bug-people would become harder to command.

“Get out.”

The bug-person with horns on his head was inexplicably ordered to leave.

At that moment—BOOM BOOM!

Two more sections of the cafeteria wall exploded—two more teams burst out.

Just like Su Jin’s group, they were all herded onto the small square.

They exchanged glances. Of all the teams, only these five had escaped the cafeteria—fewer than forty people remained.

The other half must’ve been captured… or eaten.

The first-year clan school mission was this dangerous? No one had imagined it.

Even more shocking—everyone had been captured by bugs, and nine out of ten were going to die.