My skills have mutated again!

Chapter 325 Breaking the Wall
Three hours later, the special plane descended from the sky and landed at Lincheng First Airport.

The cabin door opened, and Xia Lin stepped off the plane, accompanied by two attendants.

One of them is a woman, with outstanding looks and a slender figure, around twenty years old, named Xu Hui, who is Xia Lin's personal assistant and helps Xia Lin handle a lot of trivial matters.

The other person was a middle-aged man, tall and robust, with an imposing presence.

This man is named Yuan Yao. He was the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament five years ago and is a Grandmaster. He was later recruited by the Xia family and taught advanced martial arts. Now he is Xia Lin's security personnel and last line of defense.

When Xia Lin walked out of the airport, a private car was already waiting. After driving for more than an hour, they arrived at the Xia family's villa in Lincheng.

After instructing Xu Hui to prepare a meal as soon as possible, Xia Lin went to the cultivation room.

Just as he was about to begin practicing the Hundred Losses Demonic Art, his phone suddenly rang.

Upon opening the chat, one would see a group chat called "Ultimate Class 3" constantly popping up with messages.

This is Xia Lin's class group chat.

And as the start of the school year approaches, it is precisely the time when the group is at its liveliest.

The original owner's memories began to surface, and Xia Lin smiled knowingly as she savored the original owner's school life.

He attended a prestigious private school, and his status was among the highest in that school.

Therefore, there was no bullying; Xia Lin's student life only brought her happiness.

As the class group became more active, private messages kept coming in.

Pingnan: "Brother, are you home yet? Can I stay at your place for a couple of days?"

This is Xia Lin's close friend at school; he comes from a wealthy family, but he's no match for Xia Lin.

The two had a good relationship, and Pingnan occasionally flattered him, but this was only human nature.

"No, I'm busy."

Xia Lin gave a brief reply and then opened the next private chat.

Zhong Ying: "Are you there? Lin Cheng's concert tonight, wanna go together?"

Zhong Ying, the eighth member of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan, is a concubine of the Zhong family.

She is the same age as Xia Lin, but this woman is quite cunning.

On the third day after Xia Lin entered the school, this girl came looking for him, and they interacted intimately every day, making them childhood sweethearts.

The original owner of the body was completely fooled by this woman, but Xia Lin saw through the girl's little scheme at a glance.

She was a concubine's daughter in the Zhong family, while Xia Lin was the young master of the Xia family.

If Zhong Ying could latch onto Xia Lin's coattails, she would naturally take off on the spot.

"Actually, it's okay to be a little cunning... After all, we get along very well, and Zhong Ying is pretty too."

This initial identity predetermined that those around Xia Lin would have ulterior motives, and their intentions could not be entirely pure.

Such things are unavoidable. In Xia Lin's view of life, as long as people get along comfortably, there's no need to make a big deal out of it or get bogged down in trivial details.

but……

"No, I'm busy."

Women will only slow down my cultivation. Where can I find cultivation and attribute-boosting incense at a concert?

There was no need to read the other private messages; Xia Lin simply replied with a few words and then turned off her phone.

Blood and Qi circulated within the body, and the Hundred Damage Demonic Art began to operate.

Racial stats and physical attributes slowly increase, while a surge of hunger washes over you.

……

Zhong Ying's home is less than 300 meters away from Xia Lin's villa.

At this moment, at Zhong Ying's home, Zhong Ying sat on the sofa and slowly squinted her eyes.

"This kid didn't take the bait."

She spoke, her voice clear and crisp, yet her tone mature.

He put down his phone and looked at the three people sitting in front of him.

All three were dressed in black, tall and imposing, and their calloused palms and bulging temples revealed them to be highly skilled.

However, the three of them behaved relatively obediently in front of Zhong Ying.

One of them spoke up: "Then, Miss, what should we do now?"

Zhong Ying sighed slightly.

"Originally, we had a plan to catch Xia Lin off guard at this concert. Even though Xia Lin's security team was quite strong, I was confident that I could take it down."

"But Xia Lin isn't taking the bait right now..."

At this point, Zhong Ying paused slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Then we'll have to resort to more violent methods."

After speaking, he looked at the martial artist who had just spoken.

"Contact headquarters and ask them to send a Grandmaster to oversee the situation. Once school starts, we will launch a full-scale attack on Lieutenant Colonel Puhua."

Puhua Middle School is the school Xia Lin attends.

The subordinate immediately stood up and nodded: "Yes."

……

After watching her three subordinates walk away, Zhong Ying got up and went to the window.

From the window, you can also see the Xia family's villa.

The villa was brightly lit, and the figures of servants could be faintly seen moving back and forth.

The bright moon cast a soft light, illuminating Zhong Ying's profile.

She just stared at the Xia family villa, as if she could see Xia Lin inside.

Soon, Zhong Ying sighed again and murmured to herself.

"It's a pity that the Xia family is small; at most, only three people possess the bloodline of the Eight Guardians of the Xia family."

"If each family had over a hundred members like the Zhong family, things would be much simpler."

……

Shenjing, the main residence of the Xia family.

In the underground training room.

The spacious underground training room was illuminated by a purple glow.

As the light reached its peak, it quickly receded and shrank back into Xia Huangwei's body.

He opened his eyes and nodded in satisfaction.

Old ailments have been cured, and strength has increased.

For Xia Huangwei, a martial arts fanatic, this was a stroke of good fortune.

But another thought involuntarily arose in my mind.

That was the source of the old wound.

About eight years ago, Xia Huangwei was at the peak of his life when he was ambushed during an outing. He was severely injured by three grandmasters of similar strength, which left him with a chronic illness.

Whenever he thought about this, Xia Huangwei would inevitably have doubts.

All known grandmasters belong to the Eight Guardian Sword Clan. Without the secret martial arts of the Eight Guardians, the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament is the end of the martial arts world.

Then the problem comes...

Where did those three grandmasters, whose origins are unclear, come from?

What are their motives for lying in ambush?

Xia Huangwei had pondered this for eight years without finding a solution. Now that he had regained his strength, he had no way to take revenge.

……

Your attributes have been improved...

Your racial stats have increased...

The familiar system notification sound from the Ash Zone kept ringing in Xia Lin's ears day and night.

Over the next three days, Xia Lin only slept once, spending all the rest of his time cultivating.

Three days later, it will be the start of the new school year at Puhua Middle School.

Xia Lin simply ordered Xu Hui around.

Ask for leave!

What school should I attend?

Going to school interfered with my martial arts training, you understand?

Xu Hui dared not disobey, but reminded Xia Lin to pay attention to rest and not to overeat.

Xu Hui was truly shocked by Xia Lin's increased appetite these past few days.

Xia Lin completely ignored these words.

Yes, Xu Hui and Yuan Yao will definitely report what happened here to Xia Huangwei and Li Pingjuan.

But with the emperor far away and his parents not around, who could control Xia Lin?

Three days later, Xia Lin's base stats reached 1.34 points, and his attribute exceeded 100!

Seven days later, Xia Lin's base stats reached 1.56, and his attribute score exceeded 200!

As an evil art, the Hundred Losses Demon Art is not only easy to learn, but its cultivation speed will also increase with time!

This thing has a lot of negative effects, but its strength is truly outrageous, living up to its name as a foundational skill!
Time passed quickly, and soon a month and a half had gone by...

That day, Li Pingjuan called and gave Xia Lin a thorough dressing-down.

This forced Xia Lin to abandon his cultivation, realizing he had gone too far...

Who eats for dozens of people every day and stays at home for a month and a half without going out?
Raising pigs?
Xia's mother issued an ultimatum: either be a good student or go home and become the second young master of the Xia family.

Xia Lin decisively chose the former.

……

Early the next morning, after a month and a half of taking a break from school, Young Master Xia finally set off to prepare for his next semester.

At his doorstep, Xia Lin saw his childhood sweetheart, Zhong Ying, for the first time.

Wearing an adorable school uniform, black leather shoes, and knee-high socks, she was only thirteen but already mature and graceful, truly deserving of the title of school beauty.

Because the two lived close by and had a good relationship, they usually traveled to and from school together, with Zhong Ying or Xia Lin providing transportation.

Today, Xia Lin will be driving, with Yuan Yao as the driver.

The spacious and clean van was filled with a pleasant fragrance.

After Xia Lin got on the bus, Zhong Ying started a conversation.

It was clear that this woman had high emotional intelligence; her words and actions gave people a very comfortable feeling. Xia Lin casually responded, his mind still preoccupied with cultivation.

The thrill of becoming stronger is unparalleled.

Xia Lin has decided that once he arrives at school, he will go directly to the principal and ask him to provide him with a cultivation room for his exclusive use, while the school cafeteria will take care of his meals.

This is quite simple for Xia Lin's identity.

Seeing Xia Lin's absent-minded look, Zhong Ying smiled on the outside but cursed inwardly!

Do you know how I got through the past month and a half?

I've prepared everything, and you've made me wait for a month and a half like this?!

What kind of trash character do you think Grandmasters are? Their time is very valuable, okay?!

I felt like killing Xia Lin...

She even considered attacking Xia Lin's villa directly, but was dissuaded by the Grandmaster who came to provide support.

The organization's plan has reached a critical stage, and it's best not to attract the attention of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan.

Attacking the villa directly would be too obvious and could easily provoke a backlash from the Eight Guardian Sword Clan.

The advantage of attacking schools is that it can be faked as a terrorist attack, thus concealing the organization's true purpose.

However, just as Zhong Ying was thinking this, she saw Xia Lin suddenly turn around and look at her.

In a daze, Zhong Ying seemed to see a flash of bloodlust in Xia Lin's eyes, which he quickly concealed.

It was like an illusion.

Xia Lin smiled and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhong Ying obediently shook her head: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you."

A thirteen-year-old boy is easily swayed by such simple sweet talk.

But Xia Lin could withstand it.

He not only withstood it, but he could also sense Zhong Ying's fleeting killing intent.

This made Xia Lin stretch lazily, and her smile widened.

"Something interesting is about to begin."

Zhong Ying was puzzled by this statement until Xia Lin spoke again: "I meant, a pleasant school life."

Zhong Ying pouted and nodded: "School life is so boring without you."

……

Xia Lin never expected that this identity substitution card (high level) would be so convenient...

Xia Lin is currently in a period of reflection, and his primary goal is his mission: to restore his former glory.

As for the main quest, Xia Lin doesn't have any particular thoughts on it right now—after all, the quest has a 15-year timeframe, so there's no rush to do the main quest.

But even though Xia Lin didn't seek out trouble, trouble found him.

From the fleeting killing intent in Zhong Ying's eyes, Xia Lin sensed the allure of the main quest.

This is the convenience brought by the identity replacement card (high).

'Well then, I'll show you some respect.'

This thought flashed through my mind quickly.

Xia Lin pretended to be asleep in the car, but in reality, she had already opened her personal information panel.

With all martial arts as a foundation, Xia Lin only needed to think for a moment, and three foundational skills appeared in Xia Lin's skill bar!
Xia Lin began to complete her skill set.

……

The vehicle drove into Puhua Middle School.

Due to school regulations, Yuan Yao was not allowed to enter the school and could only stay in the nearby waiting room to wait for Xia Lin to finish school.

Xia Lin had no intention of using any special privileges here. After saying goodbye to Yuan Yao, she walked into the campus with Zhong Ying.

Students come and go everywhere, and the area is filled with plants, flowers, and birds, creating a tranquil environment.

"You go to the classroom first. I need to see the principal to deal with the suspension of my studies."

Zhong Ying nodded and parted ways with Xia Lin, who then went to the principal's office alone.

After a few casual words, the principal promptly arranged a cultivation room for Xia Lin and instructed the school cafeteria to start preparing meals.

This principal is considered an upper-class figure in this circle.

But it is precisely because they are upper-class people in this world that they know the influence of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan and the significance of Xia Lin's identity.

This time, Xia Lin skipped the classroom and went straight into the school's training room.

And just half an hour after Xia Lin left the principal's office, the door to the principal's office was opened again.

The principal jumped to his feet, looking completely bewildered.

"Mr. Zhong, what brings you here? I hadn't heard anything from you before."

Across from them, the middle-aged man referred to as Mr. Zhong gave a soft snort.

He did not respond to the principal's questions.

Suddenly, a sword light appeared, like a biting cold wind, slicing across the principal's neck!

The fountain of blood gushed forth the next second, staining the ceiling red.

……

Yuan Yao, who had just entered the waiting room, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He used to wait here when picking Xia Lin up from school to ensure Xia Lin's safety along the way.

Here, Yuan Yao also met some people—all of whom were bodyguards for young masters and princesses from various families.

Yuan Yao's bodyguards even had a group chat for daily communication.

However, today, Yuan Yao did not see any familiar faces here. Instead, he smelled a faint, processed stench of blood.

Look into the room.

Just as Yuan Yao entered the waiting room, three unfamiliar men in black stood up.

Also standing up with them was Zhong Ying's bodyguard, a martial artist of slightly lower strength, who was at the Grandmaster level.

This made Yuan Yao grin and say, "Old Fang, how about an explanation?"

Zhong Ying's bodyguard, surnamed Fang, sighed deeply.

"Go to hell and ask Yama, the King of Hell."

……

Just as Xia Lin finished the first round of training, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded throughout Lieutenant Colonel Puhua.

A pre-recorded announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Earthquake drill! All students, please leave the classroom in an orderly manner and proceed to a safe location!"

The noise rose from the outside and gradually faded away, but then two sets of footsteps approached slowly, one after the other.

Under Yu Xialin's gaze, the door to the cultivation room was slowly pushed open, and two figures walked into the cultivation room, which was several hundred square meters in size, one after the other.

The first person to arrive was Zhong Ying.

The other person was also an acquaintance of Xia Lin.

He is Zhong Qiming, the eighth member of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan, the current head of the Zhong family, and a Grandmaster!
At this moment, Zhong Qiming was in front and Zhong Ying was behind, which already indicated their respective statuses.

Xia Lin, startled, raised an eyebrow and immediately stood up.

"Uncle Zhong, what brings you here?"

As members of the same Eight Guardian Sword Clan, Xia Lin naturally recognized Zhong Qiming.

As the patriarch of the Zhong family, one of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan, Zhong Qiming's strength was only average...

Unlike the Xia family, which consists of only a few individuals, the Zhong family is a large and diverse clan with numerous members.

However, they were still outmatched by the Xia family, mainly because of the vast difference in the level of their top-tier combat power!
To say that Zhong Qiming is a grandmaster is to give him face.

In reality, Zhong Qiming's strength was nowhere near that of the other grandmasters. At most, he was only slightly stronger than Yuan Yao, the martial arts tournament champion who had also cultivated the Eight Guardian Secret Martial Arts.

Across from Xia Lin, Uncle Zhong, who used to be kind and amiable, was no longer pretending.

He squinted at Xia Lin, his malice quickly becoming apparent.

"You little rascal, you've kept me waiting for ages..."

Gritting his teeth, Zhong Qiming uttered these words and pointed with his finger like a sword. Amidst the surging sword light, it pierced straight into Xia Lin's dantian!
This single finger strike was enough to cripple Xia Lin's martial arts foundation, leaving him powerless to fight back!

However, the scene that Xia Lin was expected to be pierced through by a sword did not happen.

Instead, a loud thud sounded first, and then Xia Lin asked in surprise, "Uncle Zhong, what's going on?"

Zhong Qiming's cold smile froze on his face instantly.

Through the clothes pierced by the sword energy, Zhong Qiming could clearly see that Xia Lin's abdomen was completely unharmed, and instead gleamed with a faint metallic luster.

[Nine Revolutions Golden Body (Racial Heritage Level): Passive skill, martial arts exclusive skill. Your physical defense is greatly enhanced, and you gain excessive resistance to abnormal statuses.]

A fundamental level defensive technique.

Of course, the effect was just so-so...

Previously, Xia Lin was so engrossed in cultivating the Hundred Losses Demon Art that he didn't bother to develop any powerful skills.

Cramming in the car at the last minute and managing to pick up a few basic skills is truly a testament to the power of martial arts.

However, dealing with Zhong Qiming, this fake grandmaster, is more than enough.

After all, if we disregard skills and only consider base stats and attributes, Xia Lin is not necessarily inferior to Zhong Qiming at this moment!
Xia Lin

【Level: 6】

[Occupation: Martial Artist]

[Race value: 3.5]

[Base Attributes: 2500!]

The feedback Xia Lin received from Zhong Qiming's attack was...

This Zhong Qiming has attributes of less than 10,000.

"So, Uncle Zhong, what are you standing there for? Give me an explanation."

"What on earth is going on?"

As she spoke, Xia Lin stood up.

Zhong Qiming and Zhong Ying's eyes widened even more!

Because they saw that as Xia Lin slowly stood up, her body shape was undergoing a dramatic change!
[Heavenly Demon Disintegration. Demon Form (Racial Foundation Level): Active Skill, Martial Arts Exclusive Skill. Consumes 1000 Spirit Points to activate this skill. After activation, your attributes will temporarily double, and your physical defense will be greatly increased! This skill lasts for 1 hour, with a 1-hour cooldown!]

This skill has a lot to say.

Because the cooldown time is the same as the duration, it is equivalent to a passive skill that consumes resources.

However, this skill actually has an effect that I'm not sure if it can be called a negative one.

—This skill will distort the user's physical form.

Just like right now!
Under the watchful eyes of Zhong Qiming and Zhong Ying, Xia Lin's muscles rapidly expanded!

His height of 1.75 meters rapidly increased to 2 meters. His muscles bulged and burst out of his clothes, his front was clearly defined, and the muscles on his back condensed into the shape of a demon face. His whole person exuded the aura of a "Nine Dragons Strongman".

"Uncle Zhong? Uncle Zhong?"

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Are you out of your mind?"

The moment the words "my brain is malfunctioning" echoed in Xia Lin's mind, he had already made his move!
In his demon form, Xia Lin's attributes successfully broke through 10,000, reaching a height of 17500!
These attributes far surpass what is called a grandmaster in this world, and have touched the edge of a great grandmaster.

In contrast, Zhong Qiming is essentially just a fake grandmaster.

A fierce wind howled, accompanied by layers of sonic booms.

At Xia Lin's supersonic speed, the entire training room, made of alloy, was shaking and trembling violently!
However, Zhong Qiming's fighting instincts and reaction speed should not be underestimated.

His strength is not as great as Xia Huangwei's, but he is still someone who fought his way up to the top from the Zhong family, a large clan.

A flash of sword light appeared, and the longsword that Zhong Qiming had been wearing on his back was now drawn!
He had realized that this junior in front of him had become a worthy opponent for him to give his all.

"Fox Sword: Shadow!"

The Zhong family of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan, besides their family's basic techniques, possesses the Fox Sword as their second most precious secret technique!

The sound of swords clashing instantly filled Xia Lin's ears, seemingly possessing a hallucinogenic effect.

The sword light was even more bizarre. Although there was only one person and one sword, it appeared to Xia Lin as if ten thousand swords were being fired at once, coming from all directions.

The idea behind this skill is quite good...

But the level is too low, only S-rank.

The negative effects of S-level skills cannot penetrate the defense of a Nine Revolutions Golden Body of the Foundation level.

Ignoring all illusions and phantoms, Xia Lin saw through the essence.

Without the illusion's interference, this move is no different from the Joker's.

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Xia Lin's handsome face.

As a member of the Eight Guardian Sword Clan, Xia Lin did not use a sword, but instead raised his right hand and slapped it down.

Amidst the surging blood energy, Zhong Qiming suddenly felt as if the sky were falling.

[Heavenly Seal (Racial Heritage Level): Active Skill, Palm Technique, Martial Arts Exclusive Skill. Consumes a varying amount of Blood Qi to unleash a powerful palm strike from top to bottom! Upon activation, the Heavenly Seal will confuse the target's sense of direction and inflict a strong deterrent effect! This skill has no cooldown!]

With a single palm strike, the heavens and earth crumbled!

Zhong Qiming felt as if the world was turning upside down and he was even unsteady on his feet. He barely managed to raise his long sword in a defensive stance and also tried to use the blade to hurt Xia Lin's palm.

However, Xia Lin ignored it all.

The blood energy cultivated from the Hundred Losses Demon Art was like a black glove, enveloping Xia Lin's right hand.

He struck the longsword squarely with his palm.

A piercing bending sound rang out, and the longsword, meticulously crafted from extraterrestrial meteorite iron, was broken in two by Xia Lin's palm strike.

The force of the palm strike remained undiminished, striking Zhong Qiming's shoulder directly.

A dull thud suddenly broke the silence, followed by Zhong Ying's piercing scream that echoed through the training room.

Zhong Qiming's blood sprayed all over Zhong Ying's head and face.

……

Xia Lin stopped after his attack.

Before him, Zhong Qiming staggered backward, clutching half a long sword in his hand, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Xia Lin.

The left side of his body had been smashed to pieces by Xia Lin, his arm was completely gone, and his internal organs could be clearly seen through the wound.

But its vitality is still strong... well, it can probably live for another ten or eight tenths of its life.

Xia Lin grinned at the seriously injured Zhong Qiming, then turned to look at the screaming Zhong Ying.

"Shh!"

He held his finger up to his lips.

The familiar face and terrifying figure immediately silenced Zhong Ying.

"Now, can you speak?"

Xia Lin asked with a smile, causing Zhong Qiming to catch his breath and Zhong Ying to tremble.

Then I saw Xia Lin pull over a chair and sit down.

Looking at Zhong Qiming, Xia Lin slowly spoke.

"I'm curious, why did you come looking for me?"

"Could you explain the logic behind this to me?"

Killing was not Xia Lin's goal.

People can be killed at any time.

The key lies in intelligence.

Compared to the lives of Zhong Qiming and Zhong Ying, the information they knew was clearly more valuable to Xia Lin.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Until Xia Lin's roar rang out again.

"say!"

The sound made Zhong Ying tremble violently, and she spoke quickly with a sob in her voice.

“We…we’ve come to take your life…in order to…in order to…”

A weak voice came from the side.

"In order to break through the barrier."

"Breaking through the wall?" Xia Lin tilted his head, deeply puzzled by the two words.

Seeing that Xia Lin seemed genuinely curious, Zhong Qiming struggled to his feet, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, took some medicine to treat his injuries, and slowly said...

"What was broken was the barrier protected by the eight great families."

"In order to uncover the truth and climb to a higher peak in martial arts..."

The sound of "pa pa pa" was heard.

Xia Lin applauded Zhong Qiming.

"Good ambition."

"But then another question arises... What kind of barrier are the eight great families protecting, and what truth do you want to uncover?"

After saying this, Xia Lin did not receive a reply.

But then I saw Zhong Qiming slowly close his eyes, as if he had a death wish.

"Is it a secret I'd protect even at the cost of my life?"

Xia Lin asked with a smile.

He glanced at Zhong Ying again.

But then he discovered that Zhong Ying had also overcome her fear, biting her lower lip tightly, and was not going to speak again.

Xia Lin nodded in understanding.

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm more afraid of my secrets being leaked..."

"Then it seems that there must be an organization behind you, and within this organization, there are even stronger individuals than Uncle Zhong."

The logic is simple.

If Zhong Qiming is the leader of this organization, then given the current situation, there's no reason for him not to speak up for Xia Lin—with the leader dead, the organization is probably just a shell of its former self.

Unless it's Zhong Qiming, who is just a link in this organization, once more information is leaked, what awaits Zhong Qiming will be a reckoning that is worse than death.

"In this case……"

Xia Lin spoke slowly, and then a storm suddenly arose!

He sprang up with a burst of energy from his feet and appeared in front of Zhong Qiming in the blink of an eye. He then unleashed his second move, the Heaven-Covering Seal, which struck Zhong Qiming squarely on the head.

There was a "pop" sound.

Zhong Qiming's head exploded. Before Zhong Ying could scream again, Xia Lin slapped her across the face, leaving Zhong Ying dizzy.

"He's not afraid of death, but are you?"

Xia Lin grabbed Zhong Ying by the collar and asked her with a smile.

Then, a thought struck him, and a new skill appeared in the sixth skill slot.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you're afraid of death or not."

As he said this, Xia Lin placed his hand on Zhong Ying's head.

【Heart-Devouring Soul-Stealing Technique (Racial Heritage Level): Active skill, martial arts exclusive skill. Consumes varying amounts of blood energy to perform a soul-searching technique! The weaker the target, the higher the success rate; the more fearful the target, the higher the success rate! This skill has a one-month cooldown.】

Black blood energy flowed from Xia Lin's hand and entered Zhong Ying's brain.

Her body trembled, she lost control of her bladder, and her eyes rolled back as if she were enduring immense pain.

Forcibly searching a soul is not a pleasant experience.

But Xia Lin didn't care; after all, he wasn't the one who was unhappy...

Just minutes later, the Soul-Eating Technique was completed, and Xia Lin got what he wanted.

Zhong Ying, on the other hand, lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.

The soul-searching techniques of martial arts are far more violent than those of immortals.

After all this, Zhong Ying has been reduced to a vegetative state.

Looking at Zhong Ying, who was lying paralyzed at his feet, Xia Lin sighed softly.

"Oh well, what can I do? I'm just too kind-hearted..."

With a kick, he struck Zhong Ying squarely in the heart, killing her instantly.

A slight sadness welled up in my heart.

These are the original owner's emotions.

Xia Lin pinched her arm hard.

"You coward! This woman has ulterior motives, why are you feeling sorry for her?!"

After saying that, he turned and left the cultivation room.

……

Outside the school, in the waiting room.

The bloody battle ended, with both sides suffering heavy losses.

Yuan Yao leaned against the corner of the wall, channeling his inner energy to the fullest extent to restore his vitality as quickly as possible.

Of his four opponents, two were dead and two were crippled.

Two of the survivors also used their internal energy to try and recover as quickly as possible.

The battle of the grandmasters has now entered the stage of a contest of willpower.

Suddenly, a sharp shriek rang out from outside the window.

Two pebbles shattered through the window and struck the temples of the two men opposite them!
Its force was so great that it blew the heads off both of them on the spot.

This scene startled Yuan Yao. He dragged his tired body to the window, but he didn't see who had made the move.

After a brief moment of surprise, Yuan Yao came to his senses and staggered out of the waiting room, rushing into Puhua Middle School and arriving at Class 3, Grade 2.

At this point, the earthquake simulation exercise has ended.

The students returned to their respective classes.

When Yuan Yao saw Xia Lin sitting safely in her seat with her books, Yuan Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A wave of fatigue washed over him, but he still took out his phone and dialed Xia Huangwei's number.

……

Five p.m.

The school bell rang, and the students left the school in an orderly manner.

Xia Lin arrived at the parking lot, opened the car door, and saw Yuan Yao sitting in the driver's seat, with a faint smell of drugs emanating from him.

"Uncle Yuan, what's wrong?"

Xia Lin feigned confusion and asked, only to see Yuan Yao start the car while saying softly, "I was sparring with someone and got some minor injuries, just superficial wounds..."

As the car started moving, Xia Lin added, "Wait, Zhong Ying hasn't arrived yet... She's been missing since this morning, I don't know where she went..."

Yuan Yao stepped on the gas pedal, and then said, "At noon, Lao Fang told me that Miss Zhong has transferred schools, and it seems that something has happened in her family."

"By the way, didn't she say hello to you?"

Xia Lin shook her head in surprise, and Yuan Yao sighed: "Maybe he didn't want to add to the sadness of parting."

"Anyway, young master, please don't blame me for talking too much... Life is just like that, full of partings and reunions, and most people are just passersby in life."

Yuan Yao started rambling on, acting as a life coach. Xia Lin pretended to listen attentively, but her mind involuntarily drifted back to the information she had gleaned from Zhong Ying's head.

Eight defenses, and fortifications.

(End of this chapter)