Chapter 24: Trash Can Always Find Reasons for Themselves

To temper their students, the Four Great Academies deliberately leave some low-tier Otherworld Rifts scattered throughout the city.

And one of them is on the back mountain of Modu Academy.

Dense tree shadows, the air carrying the fragrance of earth, mountain wind rustling through the forest with a soughing sound, startling a few black birds into flight.

Deep within, a Rift about two meters tall hung as if mounted on a massive boulder.

The Rift emanated an eerie glow, its interior resembling a flowing galaxy, like a night sky, brimming with mystery and the unknown.

This incident alarmed not only the teachers, but even the principal came personally to inspect.

Modu Academy principal Deng Shouyue's brows were tightly furrowed at this moment, staring at the Rift, a trace of worry hanging between his brows that never dispersed; he turned his head again to ask the teacher guarding the Rift:

"Still no students willing to go in?"

The teacher glanced at the students meditating out of boredom nearby, shook his head helplessly, indicating there were none.

Those who could come to Modu Academy were all heaven's favorites, but they weren't fools either; over fifty such favorites had entered the Rift and still had no news, very likely having met with disaster.

Even someone like Jiang Hanhan, the rookie king, was trapped inside, let alone them?

Deng Shouyue shook his head, disappointed, but couldn't really say anything.

At this moment, a sound of breaking air came, and two figures descended from the sky, landing steadily on the ground.

Steward Jiang pointed at the Rift, his tone quite respectful: "Young Master, this is the place."

He directly ignored the principal and teachers beside him; with the Jiang Family's prestige, there was no need to fear Modu Academy.

Besides, they couldn't even rescue the people and had to find someone themselves—did they still expect a pleasant expression? Dream on!

Hearing this form of address, Deng Shouyue showed surprise on his face, sizing up Jiang Qin.

Doesn't the Dijing Jiang Family only have one legitimate daughter? Where did this young master spring from?

Spirit Drawing Realm ninth level... and that surging Spirit Energy within his body...

The teacher beside him thought of something, leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Principal, I recognize this youth. He's Jiang Qin, this year's rookie king of Zhenling Academy! Not long ago, he exchanged a punch with Han Wenqing and actually won—he's a complete monster!"

Deng Shouyue showed surprise on his face.

And at this moment Jiang Qin had already begun understanding the situation. After all, having received so many benefits from the Jiang Family, and the one trapped inside being his blood-related younger sister, that was reason enough for him to help.

He looked at the dozen or so Spirit Drawing Realm Modu Academy students meditating nearby, frowning:

"People have been trapped inside for so long, you didn't send anyone in to support them?"

It was understandable that they hadn't invited outside Spirit Drawing Realm Martial Artists—after all, loose-cultivation Martial Artists didn't have the strength to fight across levels, and going in would just be sending them to their deaths. But with so many new students at Modu Academy, surely they weren't without even a few with Linghai Chuji combat power?

Hearing this, Steward Jiang glanced at those students and explained flatly:

"The Otherworld Rift's sudden change is full of danger. How could they bear to go in and take risks? In terms of cultivation realm, Modu Academy is indeed the foremost of the Four Great Academies, but they're just a bit too afraid of death."

These students were usually heaven's favorites in the past, walking around being praised by everyone—when had they ever been spoken to so sarcastically?

Immediately someone couldn't help but stand up and say: "Can you blame us? Jiang Hanhan's combat power is enough to rival Spirit Sea Late Stage. Even she's trapped inside—wouldn't us going in just be sending us to our deaths?"

"Exactly!" Another person echoed, standing up, pointing at Jiang Qin: "We're afraid of death, so why don't you go in if you have the ability! The lives of these young masters from great families are lives—does that mean our lives aren't lives?"

"Why should our lives be exchanged for theirs?!"

But the next second, the finger he had extended was severed by an Invisible Slash, half a finger dropping to the ground.

"Ah! My hand!!"

The boy clutched his severed finger, his eyes wide open, bloodshot.

Startling the people behind him, who all fearfully stood up and retreated.

And the culprit Jiang Qin merely looked at him coldly, and said lightly: "Sorry, I don't like people pointing at me, so I couldn't help it for a moment."

"However... you really are trash, always able to find suitable excuses for yourselves."

He turned around, facing these so-called heaven's favorites, his voice filled with contempt.

"Something about not wanting to exchange your lives for the lives of great family disciples—if the information I got isn't wrong, there seem to be many of your classmates inside too, possibly even from the same city and high school as you."

"As Martial Artists, not to mention the courage to forge ahead, you don't even dare make the most basic attempt."

"Perhaps you may become powerful Martial Artists in the future, protecting a city's people, but I think when crisis comes, you'll probably abandon the people behind you, because compared to a group of ordinary people, your lives are more important, so you won't take risks."

"If my Huaxia is full of Martial Artists like you who only know how to shout slogans, I think Huaxia isn't far from destruction!"

Having said this, Jiang Qin no longer paid attention to these people, because these pieces of trash weren't worth even one more second of his time.

"Elder Jiang, are the Liaoshang Danya and supplies ready?"

"Naturally."

Saying this, Steward Jiang waved his hand, and various medical supplies and survival supplies appeared on the open ground.

Jiang Qin stored these away using a Space Ring.

Without looking back, he walked toward the Otherworld Rift, his figure gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.

And with his departure, the heavy, oppressive atmosphere did not ease along with it.

Deng Shouyue's expression was even more unsightly. Were Jiang Qin's words just now not also slapping him, the principal, in the face? Because these students were taught by him.

Especially subconsciously comparing Jiang Qin with these students in his heart made it feel even more laughable.

It seemed after this incident ended, he needed to rectify the academy's teaching methods; sometimes one really couldn't just look at talent!

…

At this moment, within the Otherworld Rift.

Jiang Qin expressionlessly gazed at the Third-tier flying beast flock soaring past in the distance, sensing the auras of at least several dozen Third-tier Fierce Beasts around him, falling into silence.

If he remembered correctly, the information he received seemed to say there were only some Third-tier Fierce Beasts, right?

Damn it, which bastard spread this fake intel—is this 'some'? It's clearly Third-tier Fierce Beasts everywhere, not a single Second-tier one in sight!

Jiang Qin turned to touch the Rift, but didn't feel the suction from when he came; instead, his fingers seemed blocked by something, unable to get out.

In other words, his retreat was also cut off...

That's not right. What about that student who escaped earlier—why couldn't he get out? Could the Rift have mutated again in the past two days?

"Fine, since we can't get out, let's find people first."

"Hope they're still alive…"

Circulating his Wind-Riding Step, Jiang Qin's figure vanished from the spot like a clear breeze, reappearing a hundred meters away. He advanced at extreme speed, his movements impossible to track.

Even if a Fierce Beast caught his scent, it wouldn't know which direction to search…