Chapter 153

“Go, find another person and check how the capture operation at the canteen is going,” Feng Qi asked again.

Feng Qi instructed the insect-human beside him.

The insect-human stared blankly; it was only after another insect-human rolled back in that another was assigned the task.

Feng Qi: “...”

The insect-human sprinted off quickly, then returned just as swiftly.

“My lord, the capture operation is complete: four dead, thirty captured. Add the thirty-five here, and the numbers match.” The new insect-human reported.

“Bring them all to me,” Feng Qi continued.

After the insect-human left, Feng Qi walked up to the group of student children.

“I hear you’ve repeatedly ruined my plans,” Feng Qi said loudly.

The students all looked bewildered, as if they thought Feng Qi had lost his mind.

After all, a group of students hardly seemed like the sort to cause trouble.

Feng Qi snorted impatiently and went on: “The Ritual Master believes the drastic changes here must be due to some variable among you students capable of disrupting the River of Time.

Hmph, I don’t care about variables or not—so long as I take you all back and turn you into insect-humans,

there won’t be any variables left.”

Su Jin and the others turned pale—they were really going to be turned into insect-humans?

Despair instantly gripped them all!!

Who wanted to be transformed into something so grotesque?

At that moment, a group of insect-humans and kitchen staff emerged from the canteen, each carrying a caterpillar.

Yes—the caterpillars were children bound with ropes into caterpillar shapes.

When everyone had gathered, Feng Qi gave a signal to the insect-human who had nearly driven him mad earlier.

Go!

The insect-human immediately nodded and shouted: “A few of you, tie these up too!”

Feng Qi glared: I told you to go, not to tie them up.

The insect-human remained clueless!

At his order, insect-humans rushed out and bound Su Jin and the others into caterpillar shapes too.

During the binding, some children naturally tried to flee.

Catching the children took extra time.

Su Jin recognized at a glance who was running toward her to tie her up.

Isn’t that my big brother?!

Oh oh!

So that’s how it is.

Su Jin helplessly made no resistance, letting her brother bind her into a caterpillar.

Su Wuji and the others tried to run, but failed—and ended up beaten black and blue for nothing.

How miserable!

Yet Su Jin stared blankly at the insect-human (her brother) who arranged her and the other caterpillars into identical poses, thinking: “Brother, are you mocking me?”

Don’t think I won’t tell on you—when Father comes back, I’ll make him beat your ass.

“Are you done? We’re leaving,” Feng Qi muttered sharply.

“Leaving, leaving,” the insect-human mindlessly echoed.

Feng Qi didn’t even want to look at him—he feared he’d lose control and kill him on the spot.

If he did, these two thousand insect-humans would go berserk.

After all, these two thousand insect-humans were borrowed from other mother-nests.

Feng Qi led the group swiftly down Mount Woniu, then turned into a nearby unnamed hill.

Their base was this close to Mount Woniu?!

Su Jin was genuinely astonished.

On this unnamed hill lay a sunken pile of jagged rocks.

Feng Qi led them there and expertly opened the stone door hidden within.

The stone door was concealed beneath the rocks.

When the door opened, the rocks sank into the ground.

As the rocks fell, their weight triggered another door to appear on the artificially carved stone wall.

Opening this door required blood.

Feng Qi’s blood.

“Alright, we’ve finally returned to the mother-nest,” Feng Qi said.

The insect-human behind him nodded, then smashed his hand against the back of Feng Qi’s head.

Feng Qi instantly passed out.

The insect-human coldly ordered others to drag Feng Qi away, then peeled off his human-face mask—revealing Xu Yunrui’s face beneath.

“Report to Director Bao Junyi—we’ve located the No. 1 mother-nest outside the city,” Xu Yunrui ordered.

“Understood,” another insect-human murmured, then immediately contacted Bao Junyi.

Less than a cup of tea later, the Police Inspector’s main force arrived.

As soon as they arrived, the disguised cultivators peeled off their stinking gear.

These faces, skins, and horns had all been forcibly stripped from dead insect-humans.

Even after treatment, they still stank.

They were nearly turning into stinking fish themselves.

“Father, how are you here? Didn’t you go out on a mission?” Su Cheng gasped, realizing the insect-human who captured him was his own father in disguise.

Was this really a “surprise”?

“You captured me fine, but why did you specifically beat me up just now?” Su Cheng was furious.

His father was truly cruel!

He took the chance to beat him?

It wasn’t just him—even Su Wuji had been beaten by his grandfather.

He was beaten terribly!

His handsome little face would be ruined for days.

Now he was just a fat, clumsy, broad-faced lump.

“Grandfather, you went too far—making us bait without warning us! I thought I was going to die—I was even planning to bite my tongue and kill myself.” Su Wuji, once freed, immediately accused him.

Su Wuji’s grandfather merely snorted. “If you can’t see through such an obvious setup, when you go out on missions alone, I won’t even be able to recover your bones.”

Su Wuji’s face flushed red—but no one could tell, since his face was already ruined.

“Besides, if you’d known it was a setup, you wouldn’t have sent out five squads from the canteen. That’s already impressive—you escaped under insect-human threat and broke through the encirclement. You’re far superior to your senior sisters and brothers.” After his criticism, he praised: “No wonder you’re my Su Changxun’s grandson.”

The performance of the first-year students from the clan school was astonishing.

Five squads, thirty-five students total.

All of them fought their way out.

Su Changxun remembered that in his youth, Su Clan had never produced such prodigious first-year students.

No wonder the shapeshifting insect hidden in Xiancheng spared the Four Dao Academies, other family schools, and even other grades of Su Clan School—only targeting this group of tiny first-year students.

Even exposed the No. 1 mother-nest.

This loss will likely be so severe that the hidden Ritual Master insect in Xiancheng won’t be able to sit still.

And the young cultivator who planned this, Xu Yunrui, left even the Su Clan cultivators hastily summoned from outside in awe—his planning was flawless.

Of course, he never expected that Su Clan’s first-year students could break out of the canteen in five separate squads.