Chapter 62

The Ultimate Class moved.

The leader of Beilin High changed.

Both.

Both are connected to the Eight Major High Schools, and as the eight most powerful schools in the School Realm, they will inevitably take action—everyone felt the storm brewing.

【044】 Lin Yu gets out of school… ambushed? The explosive atmosphere of the School Realm! 【4/4】

"Xin Yi…"

"Sounds familiar."

Another classmate continued.

"Xin Yi… is that the one…"

"Li Mo's brother."

A classmate who knew spoke up.

"But…"

"After Li Mo was locked up, Xin Yi suffered terribly—he's Li Mo's brother, and back then he fought side by side with Li Mo. Li Mo stirred up so many thugs, so many 'Hun'-ranked ones, and once Li Mo was gone—"

"Many came after him."

"Though they were dealt with."

"But it's said many still harassed him. He's had a rough couple of years—initially okay, but lately, the thugs realized Li Mo won't come back, so…"

"And the leader of Beilin High, because of Li Mo, has always disliked Xin Yi—never expected he'd be crippled this time."

"But…"

"Now that he's tangled with the Eight Major High Schools, Xin Yi is in deep trouble."

A classmate sighed, feeling pity for Xin Yi.

"If Li Mo were still here…"

"Would these thugs dare be so arrogant?"

A classmate spoke angrily.

"…"

"…"

"…"

Lin Yu fell silent, slowly putting down his book.

Indeed.

His enemies.

Are scattered throughout the entire School Realm—once he appears, it will trigger violent upheaval. But when he first got out of prison, he hadn't thought that far.

Now, thinking of Xin Yi's actions—

Clearly—

He was thinking of him, believing his enemies were too numerous, so he kept him hidden. He'd ignored Xin Yi's plight, forgetting he himself had so many enemies back then.

And Xin Yi had fought alongside him, held the ground for him—once he left, Xin Yi naturally faced immense trouble, yet the guy never mentioned a word.

But—

What puzzled Lin Yu was—

According to cultivation progress—

Xin Yi…

Shouldn't have reached 3000 points so fast.

After class—

Standing in the hallway, Lin Yu pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and when it connected, he asked directly:

"Need help?"

On the other end—

Xin Yi's voice rang out: "A Yu!"

"You called just in time—I was about to call you."

His voice was excited.

Lin Yu: "..."

Lin Yu said nothing, waiting for Xin Yi to continue.

"That cultivation method you gave me—it's incredible!"

"You don't know—after I started cultivating, my combat index shot up fast, and…"

"Every time I fight an enemy, my combat index spikes—less than a day, I went from 2500 to 3000 points!"

Xin Yi's words—

Made Lin Yu's eyes narrow slightly.

He immediately recalled the Created cultivation method he'd developed, but he hadn't known it had such an effect—he'd practiced it once himself and found nothing unusual, and when he passed it to Yu Deng and others, nothing seemed out of place.

That meant—

Either it was a trait of the cultivation method—

Or it was Xin Yi's own unique trait.

"Don't worry!"

"As for things here…"

"I can handle them. Perfect—I've been cooped up too long. Now it's my turn to make them suffer."

Xin Yi told Lin Yu not to worry; he seemed to have his own plans.

"Relax."

"Bro, I won't let you lose face!"

"By the way."

Xin Yi suddenly paused his voice.

"Ah Lin and the others know you're out—they all want to get together with you. Come out when you've got time."

"And…"

Xin Yi seemed hesitant.

"I want to discuss something with you—could I pass on this Cultivation method I practice to them?"

Lin Yu replied directly: "Do as you like."

"Just don't teach it to anyone else for now."

The Ah Lin Xin Yi mentioned was one of Xin Yi's underlings—about a dozen of them. Though they were underlings, Xin Yi treated them as brothers; they had once fought side by side with Lin Yu, and their relationships were all good.

Perfect.

Lin Yu also wanted to find out whether it was the nature of the Cultivation method, or Xin Yi's own nature.

School's out.

Lin Yu walked out of the school gate.

He had just started walking toward home.

But.

He noticed.

Outside Bala High School.

There seemed to be many more people—all hooligans, with dyed yellow hair, openly arrogant and swaggering along the roadside, staring without restraint at students coming and going from Bala High School.

After Lin Yu had walked a short distance.

Several figures suddenly burst out of the alley ahead—all slouching and lazy, wielding sticks, directly blocking Lin Yu's path.

"Kid."

"You're from Bala High School, right?"

Lin Yu: "..."